I’ll Be There
I’m looking forward to seeing David Svenson after all these years. His father is John Svenson, also a famous sculptor. I was reminded of his wonderful work by looking at the OMA’s exhibit of his work in 2003.
I remember visiting the mountain retreat of John Svenson with Dave, I think it was in Running Springs. This is where a certain vague memory keeps recurring: a memory of watching the sunrise on the high desert, while the twilight still clung to the silhouette of Catalina on the west horizon. Did this really happen? Do I remember the rolling rocks across the hillside or not?
I’ll be able to fine-tune this memory when I talk to him. I’m sure he can clear the whole matter up.
I’m sure he’ll appreciate the music I’m listening to now: it’s here, from Jörgen Sangsta. It’s a piece called “Zappa’s Cottage”. My artist-friend Tim, just sent this link to me. It’s the whole website of this Sangsta guy. Pretty cool.
I wonder if Tim and Dave shouldn’t get to know each other. Maybe we ought to get Jörgen in on this too. And Kim too of course.
(Maybe they already know each other… six degrees of separation? [reading Barabási’s book. — fascinating!])
