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Tea with Louise Bourgeois
Tea with Louise Bourgeois
Cup of the Day #28 Tea with Louise Bourgeois By Gwyneth Leech India ink on white paper coffee cup, 2010 The sculptor Louise Bourgeois died last week at the age of 98. She lived for decades in a narrow brownstone on 20th Street in Manhattan. Every Sunday afternoon, until she was well into her nineties, artists gathered for hours in a cluttered library on the first floor to show her their artwork. I first ended up at one of these salons when I dared my sculptor friend Sarah McKenzie Smith, who was visiting from Scotland, to call her up and invite ourselves for tea. Louise's number was in the phone book. How shocked we were when she answered the phone and said, "come this Sunday"! We were even more surprised to meet artists from several different countries there, and a curator from the Museum of Modern Art who sat beside the wizened artist at her work table and handled the artwork. When Sarah made the call we had no idea this happened every week. And each salon was video-taped by an assistant. There must be thousands of hours of tape. I took my daughter Megan, then five, to one of the salons when the artist was almost ninety. As we entered the house Megan sneezed and was nearly thrown out, but allowed to stay as long as she sat by the window as far away from Louise as possible. Megan had brought a little folder of princess drawings. When Louise saw them she asked, "Who did these?" I said, "Megan, she's five." "Impossible!" declared Louise. Then she had paper brought and gave Megan her own "favorite" red Sharpie to use. Under pressure, Megan drew a very respectable princess. Louise held it up and examined it. "Hmpf," she said, and turned to the next artist. Louise was rather like a spider at the several salons I went to - sitting behind her table all in black, silently waiting for an interesting art morsel to land in front of her. No tea was served, but there was psycho-drama in abundance. That first time, Sarah and I went elated, but came away disturbed. Many artists have similar recollections. Maybe it is best not to meet your art idols!
In This Corner
In This Corner
Main Street Gym, Los Angeles, California (from my archives, c1982) I'VE BEEN TAGGED. Thanks iTail ~ Steve. I'm supposed to tell you things about me that you don't already know. I've been such an open book here on flickr, it's hard to think of ten things that I haven't said already...but here goes: 1. I met my husband 28 years ago in a photography class. We spent about three years working on a photo essay on boxing. He still does ringside boxing photography. My post for today is one of my images from that period. 2. I was born in Hollywood and have never lived outside southern California. 3. I have 3 grown children, 4 grandchildren, 3 step daughters, 4 step grandchildren and 2 step great grandchildren. 4. I love bicycling and have a recumbent trike that, when I ride it, I take along my Nikon looking for photo ops. 5. I just returned from a drs. appointment and learned that I need shoulder surgery that would require 2 months in a sling and total six months recovery. aaargh! How could I take photographs? I'm going to think about it and try to live with it the way it is. 6. I am a very down-to-earth person. I much prefer a barbeque in the back yard to dinner at a fancy restaurant any day. When you come to my house, feel free to put your feet up on the coffee table. It's just a beat up old seaman's chest anyway. 7. I'm a city girl who much prefers the country. 8. I love reading and once read James Michener's Hawaii in a marathon non-stop session...it's nearly 1000 pages. I'm not the fastest reader and can't recall how long it took me. 9. My husband tells me I repeat myself too much and I've probably said all this before and just don't remember doing it. 10. I don't care for people who do nothing but talk about themselves...no matter how interesting their life may be...they can get boring. So that's enough about me...I'll shut up now and let my photos do the talking. I still need to tag 10 other people and, if you turn out to be one of them, I won't announce it publicly so you can just ignore it if you prefer.

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