For some time now various friends have urged me to start blogging before it's too late. Today I begin, and I'd like to start by welcoming my dear readers to dandyland by telling you a little about myself, and the place I where I live.
I devoted myself to art at a very tender age & have never regretted it since. The earliest "work of art" that I know of is a muffin tin, still kept by my mother, Cebah, (whom you'll hear much about here), which I carefully and completely flattened with a hammer. I'm sure I had nothing against muffins, or even convex or concave shapes. The important thing was being an agent of change.
My first memory is of a sense of certainty about art. For my third birthday someone gave me a packet of brightly colored plastic cars. I remember standing behind our smokehouse, looking at the packet, thinking that the present giver knew very little about me ~ I had no interest in cars whatsoever. But I consoled myself (smug already?) with the observation that the plastic was red, yellow, and blue. I knew that with the primary colors I could make anything.
The smokehouse, used for curing hams and bacon, is still here, on the hill which forms the main prominence of dandyland. I use the name dandyland to designate something which is a convergence of place, time, and collective acts of imagination. It can be visited here, on these pages, and you are welcome!