Tom Nakashima

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A year or so ago I ran across a podcast of a course by Hubert Dreyfus on Existentialism in Literature and Art . I had always been interested in existential philosophy, but I just could not understand what it was all about. In short - my logical thinking was in the way. Through Kierkegaard I learned about the leap of faith, and the knight of faith and I was hooked. From there I went to Dostoyevsky and the novel I could never get through — The Brothers Karamazov . It took me almost a year! My 30 foot painting Brothers Karamazov chronicles my reading. Logic is no longer on my list of necessities for good painting. I now have faith — but not in a God.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

St. Joseph Hall at Loras Academy, Dubuque, Iowa


St. Joseph (Saint Jo) Hall, The building used for Loras Academy. I loved this school — it was like Lord of the Flies - what I learned there was mostly street smarts. We did not play hookey because the crazy environment at “The Academy” was just too much fun. We drove our “Profs” nuts dodging out windows and dropping to the ground or accross to an adjoining window and empty classroom —to hang out in the”quarry/parade field” smoking Luckys bummed from Sgt. Kucera our faculty conspiritor in crime. The building was vast and we could disappear from class for half an hour and zip back thru a window before the end of class. When the Academy closed in 1959 (my graduating class) we emptied every notebook and desk of paper bunching it up and filling the first floor up to eye level with balls of krinkled paper. It was a happening of the 1st order and probably much more exciting then anything that happened in NY later on.

St. Joseph (Saint Jo) Hall, The building used for Loras Academy. I loved this school — it was like Lord of the Flies - what I learned there was mostly street smarts. We did not play hookey because the crazy environment at “The Academy” was just too much fun. We drove our “Profs” nuts dodging out windows and dropping to the ground or accross to an adjoining window and empty classroom —to hang out in the”quarry/parade field” smoking Luckys bummed from Sgt. Kucera our faculty conspiritor in crime. The building was vast and we could disappear from class for half an hour and zip back thru a window before the end of class. When the Academy closed in 1959 (my graduating class) we emptied every notebook and desk of paper bunching it up and filling the first floor up to eye level with balls of krinkled paper. It was a happening of the 1st order and probably much more exciting then anything that happened in NY later on.


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