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  • The second time I was in Paris I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other.
    Which doesn't mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.

    Ceramicist Beatrice Wood

    The legendary Beatrice Wood, world famous ceramicist, passed on at 105.

    One reviewer, commenting on the fact that she was a “late bloomer,” stated: “In the annals of understatement, to say that Beatrice Wood was a late bloomer ranks right up there with saying Bill Gates is rich and Lady Gaga likes clothes.

    “She was well into her 60s when her luxurious, luster-glazed earthenware vessels made Wood a potter to reckon with -- one of the most distinctive and compelling of the last half-century.”

    She was known for her exotic lifestyle, outrageous remarks, and often shocking exploits.

    Another reviewer comments: “Wood titled her cheeky 1986 autobiography "I Shock Myself" -- surely the best title of any artist's memoir I know. She wasn't playing the stereotypical role of Dali-like provocateur, out to scare the horses. Instead, it was herself she was bent on keeping surprised and engaged.”

    Her career is an inspiration for anyone who wants to fearlessly pursue life, love, art, and adventure. Her passion for pottery resulted in a body of work which is nothing short of remarkable.

    As she grew older, she was often asked to share the “secret” of her vibrant good health, creative energy and ability to attract ardent admirers. One of her classic responses was””Young men and chocolate.”

    But the very best Beato retort on the matter of aging happened when she was 103.

    She had gone into the hospital for a minor procedure, and of course there were, as always, celebrity reporters and paparazzi hovering outside the hospital door the afternoon she was released.

    One reporter managed to draw her aside for a moment, and asked what procedure she had undergone.

    Never missing a beat, the Queen of Dada (as she had been known in her flamboyant youth), drew his ear over to her bright red lips, and whispered: “I had an abortion.”

    (Photograph by AJN in the Heart Garden Center in the virtual 3-D world of Second Life)
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