Milestones
This post, on the day after Easter Sunday, marks a
milestone in the project. As of today I
have the first eight archives of paintings, writings, and miscellaneous items
of Pete’s work photographed, catalogued, and boxed. Several of the files have
minor sketches or illustrations that I catalogued, but did not photograph. Thus
far there are four hundred and two pictures recorded. All the material is boxed up in five large
picture & mirror cartons, and ready to return to the storage locker. Tomorrow
I’ll get it all over there, and bring home the next series of paintings for
photography.
I was under the impression that I had the majority of Pete’s
work here in these eight boxes and bags. But I paid a visit to the storage last
Friday to see how much stuff remained to be recorded.
I doubt if I’m half way through.
But like any job, the more you do it, the easier it gets. At
this point in the project I have established my routines, and the work goes
much more smoothly and quickly than it did at the start. Still, I have months
of work ahead.
The paintings in
today’s post are mostly from archives five through eight, all of which are
collections of Lost Canyon, and Lost Era paintings. Again we see how frequently
Pete used the wide aspect ratio for these pictures, the better to fit on his
“Arc-A-Vision” screen.
And I left off last week talking about my friendship with
Pete during the late 1960’s. Might as well jump straight to 1968. Pete was in
his late twenties. The hippie thing was in full swing. Flower Children, wannabe or otherwise were sprouting up
everywhere. Everyone wanted to turn
on, tune in, and drop out. Viet Nam, and the draft were hanging over our heads. This was Southern California, the epicenter of
the whole cultural blowout. Pete was a natural for that age and time. The hippies, such as they were, adopted Pete
as one of their own.
So did the hippie girls. Perhaps for the first time in his
life the chicks actually paid attention to Pete.
Dee Gayer/Pete/ Tommy Malloy
He was a good looking guy. He had
the long hair, the love of nature. And he was the genuine item: a really for real kooky artist with
his all too natural kooky, artistic personality.
Soon enough, one gal by the name of Gay got close enough to date Pete for a while, but only for a while. She was Pete’s first love, and within a few months became his first heartbreak.
Dozens would follow. Pete probably got laid more than any other guy I ever knew. But all his brief affairs went pretty much the same way, summed up here in this picture from the cloud sketch file in Archive #3.
Soon enough, one gal by the name of Gay got close enough to date Pete for a while, but only for a while. She was Pete’s first love, and within a few months became his first heartbreak.
October 27,
1968:
Horrible
torment future prediction dream./Just before I lost little Gay- 2 weeks later-
she broke up with me-An everlasting nightmare./Skeleton was the symbol of the
shock of it is December 1968 and the fire was everlasting suffering mourning
that evil life. “Eternity” without you, Gay.
Dozens would follow. Pete probably got laid more than any other guy I ever knew. But all his brief affairs went pretty much the same way, summed up here in this picture from the cloud sketch file in Archive #3.
It was on a very unhappy night 2 days
after a chick named Barbara pulled a fast one on me./ Seen looking west July 5,
1973/ no rain yet since April/ The only thing I had left was to enjoy a sunset
and a can of beer.
Next Week: A Rock in the Stream>
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