Mary Boone

Hey Ron,

I didn't want you to think I forgot you.

I had to do some things for a group show in San Francisco.

Then I painted my apartment. I've got a four bedroom in Washington Heights. Been up here forever. Nice parks. Huge apartments with high ceilings. I painted every room a different color. Looks nice. Come see.

Then I had to do some commission things for Japan.

Now I've started something very different. I'm painting on paper. Very small images. 4 x 6"

They feel special to me.

I'm working on three of them. Once I finish them, I'd like to bring them by and show you.

I bet you will like them.

Then, if you could be so kind, I'd like you to show them to Mary. I just want a good look. That's all.

Maybe, hopefully, she will be intrigued enough to want to meet me. I'd like that. I'd like to talk to her. I'd like to hear what she has to say.

Then maybe it will go further; or that will be the end of it.

Just, well, I'm trying to say all this without you thinking of me as this guy you've got to deal with. I have no intention of pestering anyone.

Frankly speaking, I don't even know if Mary is the way to go. Maybe I'm not for her, or maybe I'll feel that she isn't for me. That's why I'd like to meet her with my work on the table. It's the only way to find out.

From my side, I don't know if I really even care. I am who I am. The right way to go will open up. It always has. I'm just doing my part here because Mary is someone I've always admired and respected. Maybe it is nothing more than high school infatuation.

Anyway.

Thinking of you.

I'll stop by the gallery sometime.

Tim Folzenlogen
May 31, 2001