Although Bob was very warmhearted, both he and Brad were very cautious about letting the art world enter our conversation when we took our communal breakfast after chanting and meditation for almost two hours. They also suggested there might be a Syda Yoga group closer to the East Village where I lived. Although they knew I had a passion for Catherine, it was not for that, nor for my convenience that that was suggested. They were climbing their own mountain, tied together, and didn't want any more weight. They saw me as either a threat or a nuisance and kept their day's business carefully between them in whispers like: "I'll see you at Holly's."
It's not that they were ungracious, though Brad, who was dating Sherrie Levine could be a little icy. It's just that they had no intention of letting me in. So there was never an occasion where they would say: "Hey, there's an opening tonight, why don't you join us." Their club was closed. It had reached its quote.
Catherine, who had been the girlfriend of a member of that club, was also very close to Brad. It's curious they did not see how involved I already was with patterning. In her portrait done in grattage, except for the immediate area around her face, the patterned layers of red and umber on the top surface of paint was left intact-an abstract, pattern of material playing in opposition to the face. -----