Dennis Hollingsworth

Gratitude

(Imagine here pictures of the beaming faces of my friends here in Chinatown Los Angeles: full color, full frame, extensively Photoshopped, in series, their names I proudly plaster below guapo mugs.

Since this would mortify them, I satisfy myself with a word picture.)

The first thing that must be said of my recent studio move: If it weren't for the spontaneous generosity of my friends here in Los Angeles, this move would have been brutal.

Brutal.

Damaged flesh and a sharp reminder of one's mortality. Brutal.

But there they were, my friends here in this community, ready with trucks and time, happy all the while, cracking jokes as they hauled my heavy and ungainly stuff. The move is only a block away. But a little more room, a little less rent, a little more privacy, a new context with which to see the work differently, plus the promise of an insanely bangin' community cheek by jowl

The second thing is to report (as a duty to whatever historical record function this blog might have) is that my good friend, Henry Taylor, changed his mind about moving in next door. A sad day that was. But one has to respect the autonomy of one's friends, always. So the promise thus dimmed to the prospect of a bangin' community cheek by jowl... Well. Not so bad after all.

Enough said about that.

In a previous post about this subject, I estimated three days to make the move. Try three weeks: one to schlep the stuff, another to sort and arrange it all, another to reorient to the work.

Is it just me or don't we all tend to underestimate things as we sketch out the future? One thing is for sure: don't underestimate the depths of affection and regrd of our fraternal well.