On Friday I was supposed to have lunch with Bruce Conkle and never showed up. I not only intended to be there, I was looking forward to it, never having said more to Conkle than “hello” and “admire your work. “
What I planned to do, besides eat, was listen. Conkle represents a fascinating edge of Northwest landscape art, known in Portland as eco-absurd. He’s an oddball blend of fairy tales and facts on file, and his work is more celebration than dirge.
Back to the lunch that never was: Somehow it showed up on my electronic calendar as a date for the eight, not the first.
In honor of this missed date, bought a calendar that I’ll be carrying in purse or pocket. The right date was on Conkle’s email. By double checking both electronic and paper, I might have a better chance of being in the right place at the right time.
Apologies to Mr. Conkle.
“Warlord Sun King” is a beautiful work and made me long for the day when gravity will be ours to contol. On that day all Artists who desire to float their shapes will finally leave the cave and venture out into the light of the world. Maybe when I’m eighty.