About two years ago my friend Tee Corinne was diagnosed with incurable cancer. She died at the end of August in 2006. I miss her often.
She lived in Southern Oregon so mostly we talked on the phone but occasionally she’d visit.
I took this nude of her in my garden in San Francisco with a few sheets artfully draped between trees so she was invisible to my neighbors. Tee loved being photographed and she loved taking photos of woman artists. And she was delighted I was doing a nude of her.
It resonated for her with Judy Dater’s photo of Imogen Cunningham and Twinka .
I miss our conversations about art. I miss her “Why don’t you do this, call them, send in that” advice. And her insistence that I write my autobiography. (Tee thought everyone should tell their story.) And I miss our arguments about the politics of art and sex. We had some very fundamental disagreements and could discuss them with a combination of dispassion and passion that worked for both of us. She was a hard woman in the best sense of the word. I miss her hardness, her inimitable Southern lady manners, and her passion for her work.
We knew each other (off and then mostly on) from 1966 until 2006.
I’m looking at two small silver nude sculptures of hers that stand on my altar. I miss her.