Interestingly he showed a picture he had painted early in his career that was entirely white. "I used to be afraid of color," he said. Whaaaaaa?
Six degrees of separation: Kaffe Fassett was at the Boston Museum school in the 60s. My uncle (Drunkle Dick) was there around the same time. Now I am dying to know if Drunkle
You know what else is interesting? He only knits the backs of sweaters. Do you know how many more sweaters I could knit if I just had to do the back and then got to hand the project off? Where's my knit-monkey? People had a lot of questions about that. Mostly around whether he actually wrote the knitting patterns. Seriously? He's the god of color and mixing patterns and you want to know about how individual projects get finished? Forest, trees.
Last night, I dreamt about the talk. There we were in the back of the room sitting next to the publisher, who started dishing to us. "We kept trying to get him to give us the really good stuff," she said "but it's clear that it's greying." she said. She kept using the phrase that his memory was "greying" over and over again. It's definitely ironic given that most of his work is done in absolutely bold tones. (Just look at that book cover!) What she meant was that he had Alzheimer's and was losing his grasp on his story. (This is a dream, remember. I don't want to wake up tomorrow to rumors on the internet.)