| While you are waiting for this page to load let me tell you about
Peter.We were both born in 1950, only a month apart (he's the elder).
I met him in the Santa Fe Library where we both were working about
7 years ago. He was about to leave Santa Fe for other climes when
we struck up our friendship. We ended up sharing my house for almost
a year while he decided what direction this wandering life would take
him. I gave him the run of the living room walls, which were soon
covered in an ever evolving gallery of pictures. Peter drew incessantly
when he wasn't playing blues guitar or arguing with me about politics
and life. Between the drawing and playing we loved to drink wine and
watch videos and talk and give each other encouragement. In that living
room-gallery gathered a lively collection of Santa Fe artists, writers,
photographers, librarians, philosophers, scientists, students, wine
drinkers and friends. When he got his old one-room apartment back
it became the ongoing center of this community of friends. For many
of us Peter's presence was a place of refuge from whatever was going
on in our lives, a place to gather ourselves and reflect. His passion
has always been his music. His drawings are a mirror for the people
who gather around him. Now he plays his blues on the streets and in
the radio stations of Montpelier. |
