Letter to Penelope

Dearest Penelope,

Went walking around a lake tonight with a vanilla bean gelato, thought of you during every lick. Spent the day with Carmen and Nicholas who took me to an out of this universe cafe where they fed me a garlic mushroom gravy that melted my insides happy. Followed by a chocolate canoli some liquour that accompanied wonderfully. Nicholas told me he would be coming over to Arizona in February thru April for a site specific work he's been hired to do for Lorenzo and Cape. Something very Baroque he said, based on Eros. I told him to give us a ring for dinner one of those nights. He said after that asparagus alfredo you made for him last time he couldn't see not calling us at least once. I did get to stroll around early in the morning a bit after thanking Georges for all the catering he did for me. Looking back on it I could have been off a lot worse had he not been there. Who knows what the robber may have felt if it had only been me, plus he knew exactly where to take me, I'd have been bleeding all over the place probably about to pass out till I realized I needed care. But after a night with him my ears were ready for some silence. I was able to get some divinely lite photos of the architecture and people here that I can't wait to show you. I know how you like to see the lay of the land to places you haven't been before. One I'm particularly fond of that I'm thinking I want to frame is a candid shot of a middle aged woman sitting down in front of a water sculpture that looked liked it was spilling water over her head from a swans mouth and the morning light was coming through the sculpture in a ethereal ray that made it look like a divine halo surrounding her. Her head was uplifted a bit and she was gesturing to a little boy beside her. It's reminds me of that beautifully transcendent expression on the Ecstasy of St. Theresa, one of my favorite sculptures.

Before I met with Nicholas and Carmen I called the museum to see how things were going there, Sheila told me that they may want me to meet with Jacques Reneau about a interview for our upcoming Beksinski show. Since he's not a extremely well-known name they want to push some stuff about him to get potential interest flowing. Which means I'd be here a couple days more, hopefully I can work it out with Louis at Ste.Chapelle in refiguring our meeting. I can't imagine it being too big of a issue, not unless he booked us a time at The Blue Rose which he said he might do and which can be notoriously hard to get reservations for.

Love you my dear. This week has been saturated with such delicious delights that I want you to experience, and you will. Still I look forward to one thing more than any, holding your gorgeous body. Soon.


Yours,
Odysseus