“All I see is that you’re writing with a pen. Yay!!!”
Author Patty Friedmann
cheered the hand-written word after seeing the photo below.
It was December 2010, and I scribbled on the pages of a purse-size artsy notebook, purchased annually in multiples from the Morgan Library
George Rodrigue photographed me as I sat on the steps of a former military base, one of eight bunkers now housing Dan Flavin neon installations
at the Chinati Foundation in the remote town of Marfa, Texas.
spotlighted their essay for a week with a photo on the New Orleans newspaper’s opening page, and numerous art sites shared the funny Musings
account of George Rodrigue’s Marfa comments
long before he talked me into risking a public facebook page
of my own.
Thousands of readers, whether or not they accepted concrete boxes and crushed cars as art, related to these stories for their honest and non art-speak account of a minimalist installation designed, let’s face it, for the art elite.
Yet in my mind I still was not a writer. The posts are a compilation of George’s photographs and comments and, as he himself stated,
“What people don’t realize, Wendy, is that all of that funny stuff you write is really me!”
(pictured, Don’t Come Around Here While I’m Hot, 2012, acrylic on canvas by George Rodrigue, 20×24 inches; finished this week in New Orleans-)
Recently while waiting in line at a pharmacy window, a woman asked me in one breath, as New Orleanians will do, my opinion on this newly renovated Elysian Fields Walgreens and if I thought she overdid it that morning on her royal blue eye shadow, a gift from her daughter.
Predictably, we moved quickly on to the Saints and the price of shrimp-per-pound followed by the question that, although somehow inoffensive in her thick yat accent, I hoped to avoid,
“Dahlin’, what do you do for a livin’?”
She leaned hard against the railing, obviously in pain from her recent knee replacement surgery, and I knew that my standard reply, I have an art gallery with my husband, moves quickly to “What kind of art?,” followed by “What does he paint?,” followed by “What’s the story of the Blue Dog?,” all more than I felt like answering on this Sunday morning and certainly more than she needed in her uncomfortable condition.
I’m a writer, I stated verbally for the first time in my life.
“You write books?!,” she exclaimed, obviously impressed. “Which ones?”
I back-pedaled, explaining that I work on art books, and that unless she was into modern art, she probably wouldn’t have seen them.
“Which artists?” she asked….
….and before I knew it I was exactly where I didn’t want to be….explaining the history of the Blue Dog
to a growing crowd at Walgreens while the artist himself waited in the car outside, where he called our brunch guests, explaining that we’d be late and wondering what on earth detained me.
George Rodrigue, however, introduces me often with the words,
“This is my wife Wendy. She’s a writer.”
My heroes are writers, just as my heroes are artists, and I stammer in reply to what I see as an undeserving title.
I’ve contributed to, compiled and/or edited eight Rodrigue books since 1994. Yet it’s not the same as writing my own.
(pictured….posing star struck during last weekend’s Louisiana Book Festival
with a real writer, Shirley Ann Grau, who won the Pulitzer Prize for her novel Keepers of the House
in 1965; behind us, upper right, is George Rodrigue’s portrait of Grau, part of an installation, “Walker Percy, Sylvester Stallone and the Blue Dog
,” on view through November 30, 2012 at the State Library of Louisiana-)
It was author David Lummis
who first labeled me a writer and gave me the courage to use the word within bios and on-line.
Now, thanks to a persistent and courageous UL Press
, I’ll release my first solo book, a collection of essays from Musings of an Artist’s Wife
, in bookstores nationwide, Fall 2013.
Will you join me on the book tour? I asked George, laughing, as I imagined him swapping out old sharpies and spelling dedications in my ear.
“Yes!” he replied, to my surprise. “It’ll be fun!”
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