Archive for the people who inspire me category

June 27, 2017

Hope Gangloff, artist friends, essential tremor, and my lunch with Kindle

Last week, thanks to my friend Marta Szabo, I *discovered* Hope Gangloff, an American painter who lives and works in New York City.

It was love at first sight.

As part of my ongoing series “ART du jour” on Facebook, I posted several of her paintings and my friend Nancy McBride was immediately captivated by Gangloff’s style.

When I posted the following piece on Monday, June 24…

“Serious Snack”
Hope Gangloff — 2011
acrylic on canvas, 36 x 48 inches

… Nancy commented about how she loved “the implied texture/depth, yet done with line and lack of shadow.”

She also challenged me to do a line drawing.

Now ever since the Essential Tremor in my hands got worse at the end of 2014, I’ve almost totally abandoned drawing. I don’t tremble that much, but it’s enough to annoy me. Then there’s this health problem I’ve been dealing with since 2011 — which is now 80% cured, YESSS —, so I guess that along the way, I’d lost my mojo.

Nancy’s challenge was shaking my cage.
Oh no.

The thing is, I was perfectly fine living in my comfortable lazy rut, sharing other people’s art, thinking about drawing now and then but never taking action on account of my “condition.”

All good.

As I was about to refuse the challenge,
Nancy posted her drawing.

And then she posted this second one…

“Whimsical tedium” — Nancy McBride

… and that’s when I jumped in!

I didn’t follow the “line drawing” style.
I just drew.

It was 12:30 pm when Nancy challenged me.
At 8:06 pm, I posted my drawing:

“PHASE 1” 


Yesterday, I shared the finished product:

“Lunch with my friend Kindle”
Black ink & Prismacolor pencils on cardboard
9.5 x 7.5 inches

In tomorrow’s blog post, I’ll show you what I did with my drawing. Until then, don’t forget to visit my artist friends:

Marta Szabo — Authentic Writing
Nancy McBride — Portfolio

Thank you, Marta.
Thank you, Nancy.

October 20, 2014

FACEBOOK SAGA —> I’m back as MUDD thanks to Sister Roma

HALLELUJAH! The Divine Sister Roma’s intervention got me back on Facebook as MUDD. 

Here’s the story:

August 30, without any prior warning, Facebook disables my account. It’s Saturday night, I’m visiting friends, and my son emails one of them saying my account has disappeared.


I go back to my place and try logging into my account. That’s when Facebook informs me my account has been disabled and will remain disabled till I send them proof of my identity.


Monday, September 1, I write my first post about the FACEBOOK SAGA. I can’t believe this is happening: my name wasn’t picked at random — someone flagged my account!


I start emailing back and forth with a certain Facebook employee called Tinka, sending her proof that I’m a “real” person — not a bully, not a fake — and that I’m “known” as MUDD Lavoie on numerous social networks. I also explain why I chose to call myself MUDD in 1982 and why I refuse to use the name I was given at birth.

Weeks go by. I’m now emailing back and forth with another Facebook employee called Arnold, sending him all the links and screenshots I previously sent to Tinka, but to my great despair, I keep getting the same reply: they want legal proof that I’m truly MUDD Lavoie. Nobody takes the time to read my plea… to understand why, back in 1982, I chose to call myself MUDD.

On October 16, I come across an article in Market Watch: How Aunt Barbara fought Facebook and got her name back. YESSSSSS… there is a Goddess = her name is Sister Roma!

And so I tweet… and Sister Roma promptly replies:

The very next day — October 17 — Sister Roma sends my “file” to her Facebook contact and a few hours later, my account is reactivated!



Meanwhile, back in the Real World, my application for a change of name has made its way to the government office — details in my next blog post coming soon.

Read more articles about Sister Roma and her MISSION:
Facebook Could Become Drag-Queen-Free Tomorrow
BBC NEWS — Facebook apologizes to drag queens over real name use
Facebook still freezing accounts despite apology to drag queens over ‘real names’

Follow her on Twitter & LIKE her Facebook Page

October 3, 2014

The Andy Warhol Diaries – October 3, 1984

October 3, 1984, was a Wednesday.
Here’s what Andy had to say:

Jean Michel called three or four times, he’d been taking smack. Bruno came by and saw a painting that Jean Michel wasn’t finished with yet, and he said, “I want it, I want it,” and so he gave him money and took it, and I felt funny, because nobody’s done that for me in so long. That’s the way it used to be.

I was going to the party on Malcolm Forbes’ boat for Imelda Marcos. It was sort of embarrassing because I thought I was late but I was early. Most of the people were so old and they were all from my street, East 66th Street — I guess it must be the richest street in the world. Imelda lives on it between Fifth and Madison. Lee Radziwill came. She looked good in a short haircut. Imelda’s gotten a little too fat, though, so if I did her picture I’d want to do it from the old days, when she was Miss Philippines in the pageant. She was being a hostess and she sang, later on after dinner she sang about twelve songs — “Feelings,” and then that song from the war, you know, the oozy-doozy-bowsy-lowsy one. Oh, what is it? “Mares Eat Oats.” Everybody said that once Imelda gets started partying you can’t stop her, that she’s always the last to leave, and it was true, she was going strong.

Then cabbed to Mr. Chow’s where Jean Michel was having a birthday party for this girl who’d talked him into having it for her. He had Diego Cortez and Clemente and people and when I got there he was asleep, snoring actually. We woke him up to pay the check, because I wasn’t going to get this one.

Got home and I turned on the Letterman show and there was — Malcolm Forbes! Talking about everything. And I thought, Gee, what a great name for a magazine, Forbes. They just named it their name. And I started thinking about a magazine called Warhol. (laughs) No no, I don’t love my name so much. I always wanted to change it. When I was little I was going to take “Morningstar,” Andy Morningstar. I thought it was so beautiful. And I came so close to actually using it for my career. This was before the book, Marjorie Morningstar. I just liked the name, it was my favorite.

(now i feel my life is sooooooo boring… yawn)

Great photo of Jean Michel Basquiat and Andy Warhol:

One of my fav pieces by Basquiat:

See you next time. Till then…
Don’t forget to DANCE.

The Andy Warhol Diaries, edited by Pat Hackett

May 1, 2014

me, my soul, and i

Was shaken by the following quote, this morning:

“After a while the middle-aged person who lives in her head 
begins to talk to her soul, the kid.” 
— Anne Lamott

And so, inspired by Lamott’s words, I talked to my soul:

“Hey kid… stop trying so hard. Relax.
I LOVE YOU. Now let’s go out and PLAY.”
— Mudd Lavoie

P.S.: That’s me in the picture with Kitty, my first dog.
In 1954. I was 4.

Want to play with me?