For many years I had seven best friends. I called them My Magnificent Seven. But times change. One of my seven died, for example. Recently I realized that those framed photos of the seven were not as relevant as they once were, that my Seven had shifted.
I have two new young friends (one under fifty, one just turned fifty) who are both graphic artists. I met them both through the mifflettes. I met Susy first, specifically because the One -in-Seven friend who was dying at the time, had to cancel a rendezvous. Quite miserable, sad and lonely, I sighed and attended a gallery opening I'd been invited to in Boston instead of the rendezvous. It was for Susy, the friend in the foreground here.
Fast forward a couple of months. Susy invited me to participate in a holiday show at her house. That's where I met Jan, the friend in the background, in the middle. At the very end of the evening we made a connection over Buddha, the Buddha celebrated by her late husband, Buddha painted one hundred times by him.
Inspired by his paintings, I went on to create soft sculptures of Buddha. Jan and I collaborated to market them. They were sold at another gallery, where they sold out. I made one final one, especially for Jan, out of one her late husband's sweaters, my Buddha swan song.