Here is an artist who lives in the Goodman building named Paul H-O, a painter. He is about 26 and really good. I mean he’s got the technical down. I saw Leger. Paints with a brush, rarely masks or stencils. Brilliant colors and lines. Some Pop influence too I would say. A nice person but doesn’t give me enough credit; well, maybe he’ll begin to. He had on a Malevich button. I mentioned how I liked it and he asked me if I knew who it was - ! The nerve! Then he ended up saying “Smart gal.” Some fucking nerve.
And such was how and when I first met Paul Hasegawa-Overacker. I was having my first one-person show in San Francisco, in a building with big storefronts, filled with crazy artists. He was one of them. When I recently found this diary entry and shared it with him in an email, he replied:
What could I do? I thought you were hot, but you seemed (and were) completely uninterested in me as a guy, it was all business. You were kind of outrageous. I clearly knew I wasn't in your league so I was dismissive… I still have a lot of fucking nerve. Thanks for that incredible piece of your diary…..
Oh what we could write about being out of someone’s league and friendship construed as “business” (since we’re not interested in having sex) - but no matter. 29 years later I still know Paul H-O. And his film, Guest of Cindy Sherman, is playing on Thursday at the NW Film Center. I’ve heard some of the twists and turns and giddy ups and downs. I also know it’s not exactly the film he wished to make because, as he once explained, people have “life rights” – and Sherman exercised some of hers. Still, I’m looking forward to it. Trailers can be seen here and here.