la jolla (now "san diego") museum of contemporary art every time, as art, particularly modern art, was one of her great passions. she recognized my artsy bent as child (meaning she knew i was a budding homo who coincidentally loved to draw), and being a somewhat "bohemian" type herself (that's what my mom called her), she wanted to nurture and encourage the development of that side of my personality.
one of the pieces i remember vividly from our trips to the museum was a john mccracken "plank", which i liked, but i didn't quite understand- how it could be art, when to my young eyes it was just a painted piece of wood, leaning against a wall. aunt zenita explained to me about painstaking craft behind the work, that the work blurred the lines between sculpture and painting, and was part of a tradition of art- the minimalist, pop and color field schools- of which she then pointed out more examples to me around the museum (judd, lewitt, kelly).
john mccracken. i'd like to thank you, and my great aunt zenita, for opening a young boy's eyes to the bigger world of art. i promise to walk up to LACMA this week, stand in front of a mccracken "plank" and mentally toast the two of you.