Saturday, August 31, 2013
I'd discovered years later (c. 1965) that Kenny Edwards (Stone Poneys) had purchased or obtained somehow a portrait of me, that a young artist had done (c. 1962) all done in drab browns the way the early expressionists drabbed as they dabbed. And I saw that portrait that year at his mother's home in Marina del Rey, where he had installed it in his bedroom. (God, what does that mean?)
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