Terry and I noted the fine ceramics and paintings of Avery Palmer at Community School of Music and Art (CSMA) in Mountain View, the night we caught the Larry Vukovich tribute to Vince Guaraldi produced by Palo Alto Jazz Alliance.
Rob Syrett in passing, perhaps over coffee or a burrito, commented that he appreciates Avery Palmer. Likewise when I met Ivan Brunetti at Stanford the artist said that he and Rob corresponded.
So when I spied his name tag, at Bill Gould’s 20th art show at Artik Art and Architecture near the Fairgrounds in San Jose, watching as I was — maybe I was blocking his view, for a spell — Jimmy Dewrance blues band, I chatted him up.
Like the ghost in Shakespeare, he would be spoken to.
Check out the work in Mountain View while you still can, if you still can. There’s also something in Davis (a ceramics hotbed, thanks to Arneson and Gilhooly et al, and that lady I met at Paule Anglim in SF, although Avery Palmer, like about 50 people in San Jose Thursday, is a product of San Jose State’s underrated art department.
edita: not sure how I got from a 25-year-old sitting watching a blues act to Marcellus of “Hamlet” and the Ghost, but it is thusly:
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
[There was a folk belief that ghosts couldn’t speak until spoken to.]
Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
[mark it = take note of it; pay attention to it.]
Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
[A harrow is like a rake. Farmers drag it over dirt to score the ground. Horatio is so scared, it’s like rake blades are digging into him.]
It would be spoke to.
(the thing about the rakes and all that is from a Marcus Geldud from “directing hamlet” quora queer enough that it needs a citation. )