Monday, October 16, 2017

A Natural Diversion

Napping in Central Park. 4:00 PM. Photo: JH.
Monday, October 16, 2017. Warm weather weekend, low 70s to mid-60s, sometimes humid, lots of time cloudy. It looked like very early Autumn without the cool air or burnished foliage.
Early Friday afternoon. I was waiting to get a closeup of the cabin cruiser (I can dream, can't I?) and the smaller inboard passing her, along with the sedate ferry traveling up river.
A race to the ... finish?
A closeup of the cabin cruiser.
The little guy won.
And across the street, the steel is being put in place and worksite is closing down for the weekend with the crane lowered to horizontal.
The talk is still about Harvey Weinstein whose story in the press has superceded the murder of more than fifty people in Las Vegas three weeks ago. Gimme a good sex-act story about some way-overweight, arrogant bully, and they’ll all come running. A natural diversion from what’s going on all around our lives.

Now the talk in the alternative media about the Las Vegas massacre is that there are a lot of questions as to What Happened, Who Knew and What Else. We can’t ask the perp because like all “perps” in these public melees, he either killed himself or was shot by the police whom he pulled a gun on.

What we don’t know and probably will never learn about Mr. Weinstein (nor would we be interested) is for what business reasons was he dumped by his company board and his brother. It certainly wasn’t about his sexual reputation because he had that long (years) before this story broke.

Alas, there are no scandals anymore in this world of Here Today and Gone Tomorrow. Just all forms of horrendously bad social behavior, along with all of the violence going on in every area of our society.

On a much pleasanter note, last Thursday night at the Patrick Parrish Gallery on Lispenard Street in SoHo, there was an opening/preview of Bob Schulenberg’s sketchbook drawings related to director Paul Bartel’s film “The Secret Cinema.”
The crowd beginning to gather at Thursday night's exhibition opening for Bob Schulenberg's works at the Patrick Parrish Gallery.
Schulenberg, who lived here in the '60s/'70s/ and part of the '80s, now lives in his home state of California in Fresno. He has four beautiful cats, all “strays,” a beautiful little flower garden and his vivid imagination and curiosity to make his life a challenge.

The last time he was in New York was eight years ago. The city’s neighborhoods have changed greatly in that short period of time. East 83rd Street and Second Avenue where he rented two adjacent small studio apartments (one for living, one for work) are now $3200 a month. Three decades ago, he paid $75. A month.
Bob's illustration of Swifty's in 2009 when he was last in New York. At the table next to us, Bob and Barbara Taylor Bradford were entertaining Joan Rivers and Melissa Rivers.
I am a great fan of my friend’s sketchbook works. And now, all these years later their value (artistically speaking) has multiplied with time. I see now that all of these (now) hundreds of sketchbooks he’s filled with his travels, visits, and business, have become his masterpiece in life. And masterpiece it is. One man’s voyage through the last half of the 20th century, from Los Angeles and Hollywood, to New York, to London, to Paris, and back. All with pen to paper. One man, taking it all in, while looking to see what he could see. And sketch.
Bob listening through the voices to a friend.
Thursday evening’s reception which was organized flawlessly by a devoted fan of Paul Bartel’s career – and now Schulenberg’s too – David Savage and Andrea Salvini. The exhibition was designed and curated by Andrea Salvini; Film retrospective was programmed by David Savage. Art exhibition openings are almost commonplace in this metropolis. They are classic in appearance, a number of people from 10 to 100 mingling and milling about, rarely if ever taking in the art. But nevertheless, it is the “official” opening – something to publicize, to write about. This was a little different. There was a big crowd, all engaged in looking and conversation, and meeting and/or speaking to the artist while the artist, who lives in relative isolation in Central California, was enjoying that New York energy and attention.
Jim DeWoody with his old friend and another friend of Bob's. Jim and Bob have known each other since the 1970s.
Bob and another admirer of his work, Eleanora Kennedy.
And through it all, Bob was greeted by scores of old friends from New York whom he hasn’t seen in decades. And they got an objective look at what the artist wrought of their lives at a certain time (in their youth). It was like a big family gathering, surrounded by one man’s masterpiece. A treasure.

The show is up today, tomorrow and closes on Wednesday at the Patrick Parrish Gallery on Lispenard Street between Church and Broadway, south of Canal. And Schulenberg, as you may know, is on exhibition here on his own page, every Thursday.
A sketchbook page of Paul Bartel.
Another sketch of Paul.
Amy Vane.
Philip Calrson.
Patricia Sauers, an old friends of Bob's from UCLA who was then playing Miss Money in "Hello Dolly," starring Betty Grable on Broadway.
Ann Heller.
Fred Wellington and Amy Vane at the Brasserie.
 

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