There are a few moments in one's life that are so meaningful that the details, large and small, converge into a kind of storm, a bit like the welcomed monsoon lightning that surrounded the glass walls of the
Tucson Museum of Art tonight, bringing a rain of clear moments to a lifetime of dreams--and work with hands and paint.
Twenty-four years ago I was cleaning pools for a living (just out of college). Each week I cleaned the TMA's fountain (just outside the west door from the museum).
I distinctly remember standing out there sweating in the summer heat, losing prime on the pump, fighting with the skimmer and the crappy suction of the damn fountain, looking wistfully toward the cool, air conditioned comfort of the museum. As I turned to look at the entrance doors, I wished then that I could be inside.
Tonight, I got that wish.
I stood there with friends and family of forty years, eight years, and a few years, and looked across the entrance hall toward that fountain and smiled across the distance.
Here are a few photos from tonight's reception.
It was a delight to see so many people attend. When they stood in front of my painting....whoa, I was in a dream. When they read my statement, I was grateful and happy that they were not bored.
I heard the words again,
"Success is not a function of individual talent. It's the steady accumulation of advantages." --Malcom Gladwell
There are a few moments in one's life that are so meaningful that the details, large and small, converge into a kind of storm, a bit like the welcomed monsoon lightning that surrounded the glass walls of the Tucson Museum of Art tonight, bringing a rain of clear moments to a lifetime of dreams--and work with hands and paint.
Twenty-four years ago I was cleaning pools for a living (just out of college). Each week I cleaned the TMA's fountain (just outside the west door from the museum).
I distinctly remember standing out there sweating in the summer heat, losing prime on the pump, fighting with the skimmer and the crappy suction of the damn fountain, looking wistfully toward the cool, air conditioned comfort of the museum. As I turned to look at the entrance doors, I wished then that I could be inside.
Tonight, I got that wish.
I stood there with friends and family of forty years, eight years, and a few years, and looked across the entrance hall toward that fountain and smiled across the distance.
Here are a few photos from tonight's reception.
It was a delight to see so many people attend. When they stood in front of my painting....whoa, I was in a dream. When they read my statement, I was grateful and happy that they were not bored.
I heard the words again, "Success is not a function of individual talent. It's the steady accumulation of advantages." --Malcom Gladwell
