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Motivated to finally write something by an email from my friend Jacques in Paris. He and wife Celeste (arguably my best friend) noticed on a TV show what appeared to be a clue to the burial location of her dad's great grand-parents in Berlin. This caused the ever-resourceful Jacques to do a massive Internet attack, finding images and maps. This morning, watching old people's TV, during the movie reviews, they opined that holiday films (with Bing Crosby singing "Tura, Lura, Lura" on screen) are frequently about separation. Which brings me (finally) to the point - separation.
I have wanted to say something about the recent passing of my friend, Randall Tiedman. Randall was an extraordinary painter. He had a remarkable talent for showing how it feels to live in the city in a loving, but unvarnished, way. People would describe it as dystopic. He would disagree. If you looked ,
you could often see the same little islands of color that we find in a real city. Most of my artist friends here are open and giving. They have a little bit of Randall in them. I still look for Randall at every show opening. They are all diminished by his absence.
Randall participated in Precious Objects. He did not like his portrait because it was done at a time when he was not doing well physically. That did not stop him from coming over and telling his story. Out of respect, I have cut his object out even though I thought he looks fine. As an good friend should.
Many, many of the stories in Precious Objects are about separation. Some are about death, but equally as many are about those times when our paths diverge from friends and family. Letters (I fear I am showing my age my mentioning letters) are all about separation. In a way, we are not adults until we separate from our parents. Years later, like Robbii, we always regret that we did not talk enough to our parents when we could. In closing, just want to note that Celeste and her dad, Martin, both participated in Precious Objects. Martin is now 92 and the envy of this "youngster".

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