I'm here! On the West Coast! At The Headlands Center For the Arts! I arrived with a cold and a little melancholy but I'm beginning to chilllax (as opposed to having chills) and to start to take "it" in!
The Center is in Sausalito, a place I visited once in the 70's with my parents. We visited and stayed with my parents great friends, Archie and Vesta Williams. Archie was a fellow retired Tuskegee Airman whose lifestyle choices seemed so opposite to my father’s corporate post military life yet they remained buddies since their WW2 flying days. We drove up the twisting streets up to their self-built earthquake proof (?!)house set up on a stilt system. Archie, a science teacher, was building a portable planetarium. Vesta, had a loom. They cooked a pork roast in a smoker and we had homemade chutney with it. We bought heavy brown Heath ceramic plates and slept on futons and listened to jazz. How was it my parents had these hip, artistic friends!!
So, I also am finding it quite moving and full of vague but evocative memories here...
Passing a little floating city of houseboats on the way to the Headlands, I recalled amazing scenes that I saw in The Beaches of Agnès (Les Plages d'Agnes)
--by the one person I wish I could turn into, the transcendent Agnès Varda! To begin my headlands posts from Marin county and the environs take a look at this sweet short, Oncle Yanko!
Link to Oncle Y (1967) d. Agnès Varda