last week the paramedics came for dana. i was really worried so i ran down the street to see what was the matter. i couldn't really get a straight story, lots of theories as to what may have happened, a seizure or a panic attack, he fell down or bit his tongue or something about diabetes. i waited around on the edge of the bulkhead, waited until he was wheeled out by the paramedics on a stretcher. he looked a little confused, and worse for the wear, but i made an i love you sign with my hand and blew him a kiss as they wheeled him into the ambulance. when he saw me, he smiled, as he always does. as surly as he is, he's always got a smile for me. dana calls me the twirp. it's my favorite nickname.
dana is the grandaddy of the art community in edison. he opened the edison eye, edison's first known gallery and the locale for many a raging art party in the seventies and eighties. he has been known for his slick business sense and wry humor. nowadays, dana loves to play cards at the casino, and when he rolls his little brown sedan through town on the way to get there, he might roll down his window too and tell ya he's goin to work. he must be good at what he does, because he's still ahead.
dana wears an occasional eye patch. these days, he is often seen trailed by his trusty black dog jake, who was given a death sentence by the vet years ago, but much like dana, has persevered. in the morning, dana can be found tooting on his pipe, wearing three colors of plaid pajamas and slippers. i love dana, he is a fixture of this town, as integral to the landscape here as the bend in the road. so when the ambulence came for him, i was pretty worried.
it's not the first time. years ago, brandin told me that dana had died. i didn't know him as well then, but still, i was pretty upset. i went across the street to announce to andrew, andrew, dana has passed away. andrew was pretty upset too. turns out, it was just a rumor. false alarm. just some small town bullshit drama, i suppose.
dana is home now, and recuperating. every summer, depending on how he's feeling, he will host a few shows in his gallery. this year's invitational is called "The Permanence of Pattern: What Is on Top?".
as dana puts it: "The title springs from a book I've been reading, "What Is a Number?" by Robert Tubbs. A complex book. The title, fused by mystery and colour, should produce a substantial art show. Perhaps more than that.
The chalkboard drawings above will be tiled in a group as part of a larger piece for this show.