September 18, 2006


I'm still wrangling the puzzle of my messed up mail server. All I get is this:

The server response was: sorry, that domain isn't in my list of allowed rcpthosts (#5.7.1)
So, until I get a handle on this situation, more messages out in the blind and mailcall too:

Cousin Harold queries his dad to see if we are related:


It's getting warm on the related front! Here is an email I got as a reply from my father on the question of Kennett:

Not that I am aware of but don't really know. My grand father or your great grandfather
grew up in Iowa. Around the Des Moines area. My dad was born in Corning Iowa. Our family moved to Mexico Missouri, where you were born. What is Dennis's father's name? I could ask around.
Ball is now back in your court Dennis. Oh, Elizabeth Leach said to say hi, she told me she has a couple of your drawings at her gallery. Small world of ours!


My grandfather's name was/is Obie Hollingsworth, my dad's name, aka "Junior" to my folks in Kennett. Grandpa Obie's past melts into the mist and the only other reference I've heard is that there is some Choctaw blood in the woodpile soemwhere. My grandfather was a traveling photographer who wooed my grandmother Mary away from a Texas family by the name of Cox in Angleton Texas. Reportedly, they didn't like that. Ultimately, my grandmother didn't either, as my grandpa had a bad case of wanderlust. I hold the image of that time in my mind: a life in and around the Mississippi River shortly after the time of Twain, during the fading embers of the days when the big river was the Wild West. People possessed of the wandering instinct must have been selected into that population then and my grandad had a big dose of it. A lingering family moment is a time when just before the multi acre corn crop was about to mature, my grandpa was siezed with the lust to homestead another piece of property over the horizon and loaded the family up on the horse drawn wagon, my grandmother on the buckboard, tears streaming down her face.

A bit of that instinct plagues our family to this day.

Many thanks to your father for the information.

And hello to Elisabeth too, I'll send her an email once I stumble into the solution for my busted mail server.


And Jim Murray says hello:

Yeh denny just a little see if this emailage is floating its way
thru cyberwurld and u are getting it..i wrote a bit last spring, then mid
summer, then last week..just stuff @ color, ur blolingo, reactions to ur
reactions, congrats on the fine slew of shows u been having..etc..could be
that u arent getting these or , just getting them and not much to say rite
offthebat, (alls cool) but I have a health? ludditeish distrust of gizmoes
and I was just checkin to see if u been getting dig the recent
entr?e with the crop-pannie of the insides of ur pad with all the r3e3cent
work up against the walls..(did I see 3-4 works on paper..?) of
my daughters gave birth to a pretty little healthy boy yesterday up in des
moines im sort of enjoying the curious aura of potential when a new is
spun out into the planet up against all the rawa of the experienced reall
dimmimg and damning the color of doubts about hope..later, jimmy

from theodore roethke

There's a point where plainness is no longer a virtue,
when it becomes excessively bald, wrenched.
then poco de buk to clear our sinuses..funn? one call

"cows in art class"

good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't
always last.
man is
more stable:
if he's bad
there's more chance
he'll stay that way,
or if he's good
he might hang
but a woman
is changed
the moon
the absence or
presence of sun
or good times.
a woman must be nursed
into subsistence
by love
where a man can become
by being hated.

Charles Bukowski

Yes of course Jimmy, I got all those. I hope I didn't drop a ball but it looks like I did. Clicking away, I see the emails you sent. Here's the one before:

hey denn?..long time no memobackandforth..but I been checkin into ur
site from time 2time over l'estate....looks like great fun , that'db ur
summer in espana...!..and wow..(great for u) back2back2back shows all over
the planet.! I (of course) closle??gawk at ur groovy work..and poetic
pallete configures..i reall??dug the one with predominant julythunderstorm
over the midwest coming at u slate grey..i liked what ur configured it
with..sorr??I cant remember which was the entry...
recently what I likde was ur poetic/personal musing which read like an
open heart diary..i know , like in architecture afine work has both the
poeticAND the not certain which without the other can make or
break a piece..but tho ur stuff is kwoteunkwote non-figurative..i can tell
b??ur writing that the naming/expressing of ur struggles and
processii/sharing of likes and dislikes/..reall??give a gu??an insite to the
poetical which spurs ur ambitions...
recently looking at some of the paintings (I reall? dug the cirrus
prints as well!!from last spring)..i fetched this thot which alluded to how
I feel when I look at some of the pics..

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after
from 13 ways of looking at a blackbird..wallace stevens
Me this wife freaked on my dream of designing a studio/house
etc..said it would never she pushed for a mint 1916 craftsman
house with all the pretty wood inside etc..(not ugly) but not my
style..) u sort of begrddglinly moved all the junk 5 miles..shut up..and
got on with the of m? daughters is pregnant with her 2nd child
from a super immature young I took her up to my?friends house (and
my family)(in minneapolis) so I could go swimming with her and my year old
granddaughter to talk and help her figure some stuff out>>????? Alos sent my
collages to umm pavel zoubak gallery in n?n? a nice rejection not..odd
in a way..he shows a lot of"modern masters" but looking closely it could be
that he deals alittle more with text/image and photgraphic
stuff??anywa?...thought about a trip to chicago and L.A. But then another
daughter divorced(amicabl?) her husband so spent some time lending soothe to
that..she moved to huntington beach to work at the cheesecake factory then
rite away gets her car stolen from her.....finally a good budd? painter
friend of mine cam down and we drove around the gorgeous souther iowa
bentonesque landscape he painting, me sketching,,, now school has been open
since august 21st...and summer is bout over>>>>>>>>>all the best..ur friend
in iowa...jimmy jetta

You sure have a rich family life, Jimmy. I remember reading parts of that email and wondering if I should publish it, your words being so honest and raw and intimate. Good for you, moving into the home your wife wants. A 1916 Craftsman in Los Angeles or Pasadena is a palace, and the ethos of the interior/furniture design is a pretty cool environment to live in. Art will find a way and the home making ambitions of our "better halfs" doesn't have to eclipse the impulse to make art. Besides, the conventional model of the artist's studio could use a dent or two.

And congrats on the new grandson too. There's lots of Jimmy juice squirting around over there.

All the best,


Posted by Dennis at September 18, 2006 12:14 PM

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