I grew up in the Mission and Haight Ashbury districts of San Francisco and had the misfortune of seeing the end-fumes of the Flower Power movement first hand. The only writer who got it right was Joan Didion. Everyone else who waxes eloquently about the 60’s is usually a delusional narcissist who spent their Gen X kids’ college fund on Esalen retreats.
An interesting show at the Fox Theatre. There were some angry young people, and the Gen-xer’s who were being cool. It was palpable, our instant camaraderie. We have always survived by huddling together.
Can’t wait to see the Alice Neel exhibit this Sunday at The De Young.
Going to be interesting to see up close, to know how much suffering and infusion of NYC energy went into her work. It’s ironic that the exhibit is called “people come first” when you learn of her tragic history.
Carlos and Alice got themselves expelled from Art Camp in the summer of 1924.
Robert Henri was one of Alice’s early teachers. Even though he was a painter, he has quite beautiful piano players’ hands.