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MCT: Friday, June 14, 2019

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The Passing of Linda Thompson

Good morning. I am writing to all members of the office with some bad news.

I have been told that former Mendocino County Public Defender Linda Thompson passed away this morning (Thursday, June 13).

While Linda and I were adversaries in the courtroom, I counted her as a friend outside of the courtroom. Linda and I did not agree on a lot of things in our professional dealings, but we agreed on enough things to achieve justice and keep the local criminal justice system up and running.

Linda was a professional — a skilled attorney with a big heart — who kept the best interests of her clients first and foremost.

Please take this opportunity to reflect on what we do, how we do it, and why we do it. Professional relationships forged through mutual respect and demonstrated integrity are important to the process and to the work we endeavor to undertake.

I respected Linda Thompson and I appreciated her integrity and friendship. She has been missed since her retirement and I will continue to miss her.

May Linda rest in eternal peace!

David Eyster, Mendocino County District Attorney

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THE UGLY GOUGING OUT of a stand of stately old oak trees on a hill above Boonville appears to be the handiwork of V. Sattui winery, owned by the wealthy Napa grape grower Dario Sattui, according to our initial examination.

Mr. Sattui, who owns several other vineyard properties in Anderson Valley and was one of the targets of Mark Scaramella’s wind machine noise-nuisance lawsuit a few years ago, owns an outlandishly garish wine estate in Napa Valley called “Castello de Amarosa.”

SATTUI appears intent on extending the reach of his “Castello” further into Anderson Valley with this latest effront to the Valley’s battered woodlands.

A COMPLAINT HAS BEEN FILED with the Planning Department regarding Sattui’s dangerous steep slope stripping. We hope to have more on this latest example of the blatant hubris of the wine industry in the next few days. (By the way, remember, Mendo outright prohibits pot growers from cutting down trees to plant pot plants. But the wine industry…?)

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THE GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS NEAR-FAIRY TALE SEASON came to an unfortunate end Thursday night when the Toronto Raptors won the sixth game of the 2019 championship series 114-110 in a game that saw yet another injury to one of the Warriors top scorers, Klay Thompson. Toronto is a good team and played well, but they shouldn’t take too much pleasure out of winning over a depleted Warriors team that had lost two of its key players in the last two games while several others were playing injured as well. The Warriors did well to make a game of Thursday night’s season finale and final game in Oakland. But when Klay Thompson went down with a badly twisted knee in the third quarter, the outcome seemed pretty much foregone. The Warriors have played five seasons of outstanding basketball, making it to the finals five times in a row, and winning three championships. But with injuries on top of injuries over this year’s season, accelerating during the playoffs, 2019 was just not their year.

WARRIORS FANS will have an interesting — and relatively short — off-season as they look to next year with a wide range of possibilities about who will come back, who will retire, who will get traded and who will simply accept an offer from another team — especially in light of the injuries and contract options of several very high profile Warriors players.

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AT&T Monopine Cell Tower Appeal for Navarro Ridge


My name is Justine. I want to ask for your help with our appeal to the California Coastal Commission (CCC). We are appealing the decision the Mendocino County Building and Planning Commission voted on at their May 16 meeting for AT&T's "Epic Wireless" high speed broadband 135 foot monopine tower project. (U_2017-0034) located at Navarro Ridge Road in Albion on the Lord s Land Ministries 3 miles east of Hwy 1.


Both the County and AT&T/Epic Wireless contend that this tower will be adding to our safety, as well as give us high speed broadband. Why is AT&T not co-locating using the Verizon tower a short distance away from Hwy 1 and the Lords Land Ministries?

The only reasons the CCC appeal can be considered can be found below.

The Mendocino Certified Local Coastal Program includes a Land Use Plan (also known as Coastal General Plan), which you can find here

and an Implementation Plan (also known as Coastal Zoning Code), which you can find here

Here are a list of reasons to block this endeavor:

1. Because of the Telecommunications Act of 1996, anyone calling out these companies on the harmful technology they employ is unable to bring up health concerns as a defense.

This should be the number one reason to block more cell towers in this area as it is a first amendment issue .

See: The Precautionary Principle:

2. There are numerous accounts of cell towers that have collapsed and caused fires. See link:

3. Read about Sound Pollution

4. Read about Light Pollution

5. How safe is it to use diesel for the generator close to the Salmon Creek Watershed? How safe is it to have a wooden fence enclose the facility? How safe is it for a retreat center to have this tower placed next to the pigs, chickens, the swing set, the sand box & volleyball area? How will it be for neighbors who will have wireless broadband streaming into the neighborhood? How would elders, small children and people who are sensitive to electromagnetic fields react?

If interested to help please study the 60 page document

Read a 3 page comment by a resident

Another letter that the County omitted to post can be submitted upon request.

Watch the segment on tape from 1:52:04 to 2:07:35

It passed unanimously.

See CCC info

Appeals to the County cost $1,616, but an appeal to the CCC does not cost.

As this tower is partly in the Coastal Zone it is possible to appeal this project by June 20th at 5 pm.

If this message moves you in any way we would be grateful for your support.

Thank you so much,


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Post Date: 06/13/2019 1:30 PM

The Mendocino County Department of Planning and Building Services is pleased to announce the completion of two different sets of free Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU) plans (also known as granny, in-law or second units) available to Mendocino County residents. The County commissioned architects, design professionals, and engineers to prepare two ADU designs with a range of sizes and features. The smaller ADU is an 816 square foot, 2 bedroom, 1 bath home, and the larger model ADU is an 1,120 square foot, 3 bedroom, 2 bath home.

The plans are available for review at Planning and Building Services at 860 North Bush Street in Ukiah or at 120 West Fir Street in Fort Bragg. Stop by to see the plans and ask staff about fees, setbacks, parking, lot coverage, and other regulations specific to your property.

For more information, please contact Planning and Building Services at (707) 234-6650 or

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The Mendocino Grain Project and the School of Adaptive Agriculture announce Grain School: From Seed to Bread with Doug Mosel beginning in late July.

Grain School will be a series of four weekend workshops covering all aspects of growing, harvesting, and processing grains - wheat, rye, barley, oats. The lead teacher will be Doug Mosel, who has been growing, cleaning and milling old varieties of wheat in Mendocino County for over ten years.

The industrialization of food production brought the end of local grain and flour – and the loss of infrastructure and knowledge for growing and processing the grain. The local food movement has brought a revival of local, small-scale grain production and a renewed appreciation of the remarkable variety and utility of locally-suited grains. Re-starting a regional grain economy involves the challenges of finding appropriate-scale equipment, varieties suited to local climate and soil conditions, and learning again the knowledge and skill of growing, cleaning and storing, milling, and baking. The Grain School aims to spread and build this knowledge and skill so that our local food systems include whole grains grown close to home.

The workshops start July 27th, in Covelo, with the harvest of this year’s winter-planted grain crop. Participants will learn how grain harvesters work, see what makes grain ready for harvest, and participate in the process. The next workshop, in early September, will take place in the Mendocino Grain Project’s facility in Ukiah, where participants will gain experience in cleaning, sorting, and storing grain. In October, the Mendocino Grain Project joins with Shone Farm in Forestville to consider grain varieties, soil-building, planning, and planting. In November, again with Shone Farm, the school will focus on the versatility and nutritional qualities of whole grains as food, as participants enjoy the taste and texture of heritage grains, mill flour and cereal, and learn about the art of stone milling. Throughout the series, attention will be given to building the local grain economy, scale, and our changing climate.

Attendance is limited to fifteen participants, by application. The preliminary deadline for the application is June 21st for applicants from Mendocino, Lake, Humboldt, and Sonoma counties. To learn more go to

To apply write to or explaining your interest in the course and your experience with small grains.

Mendocino Grain Project:

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From a Gualala post re: loud booms off the coast THIS morning:

The Booms this morning, explained. We want to thank Jenny Calloway from Congressman Huffman's office who tracked down the answer and shared this response from the U.S. Navy:

"Good afternoon Jenny, I appreciate your patience as I got all the information regarding the questions about sounds near Mendocino County.

The U.S. Navy and Royal Canadian Navy are conducting routine, combined training to include some live-fire events off the coast of northern California. All live-fire training events have been pre-coordinated, and are conducted at a safe distance from the coast with many safety precautions in place.

Very Respectfully,

LT Rochelle Rieger, APR+M

Deputy Public Affairs Officer

Commander, U.S. Third Fleet"

COMM: (619) 767-4387

DSN: 577-4387



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SEVERAL CONSTRUCTION TOOLS were stolen in commission of a burglary that occurred on June 6th.

We are asking for your assistance in identifying these suspects, as well as the suspect vehicle.

Anyone with pertinent suspect information is urged to contact UPD Dispatch at 7074636262, and reference case #19-1514.

Spread the word!

(Ukiah PD presser)

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ARGUMENTS were presented before judge Anne Moorman this morning in the Tai Abreu appeal. While the judge considers them, Abreu will be returned to High Desert Prison at Susanville. A full account of the hearing will appear in next week's paper. It's obvious to our regular readers where we are on the Abreu case, but in case it isn't, and writing as a person who knows it as well as the attorneys involved, Abreu is entitled to a sentence modification under recent legislation.

SIDE NOTE, and not to be too boringly obvious on the subject, but most places in the civilized world there is a fundamental social/legal understanding that few people are the same at age 40 as they were at age 20. The reason we have the largest prison population in the world, aside from China, is the harshness of sentencing, plus, of course, a rigid class system that dooms millions of people by birth, and a parole system dominated by persons from victim families. As any experienced prisoner can and will tell you, it's obvious who should be permanently put on ice and who deserves a break. A parole committee of prison staff and inmates would be more likely to make intelligent decisions on who should get out and who shouldn't, but as it stands, with all these extreme mandatory minimum sentencing laws, thousands of people unlikely to ever re-offend — people like Abreu — will remain locked up at huge public expense and at great social cost to them and their families.

THE HOMELESS CAMP on Airport Blvd, Ukiah, was supposed to be outta there yesterday (Wednesday). As of this morning, the linear array was strung out (sic) in what seemed like the same numbers, about 60 separate sites arrayed along about 300 yards of pavement. Since there are no habitation options for these lost souls, what will Ukiah do? A forced removal, task force style, as occasionally occurs in the Bay Area?

LOOKS LIKE SUPERVISOR JOHN McCOWEN, as we expected, has indeed been working on his colleague Supervisor Ted Williams about his pet Climate Action Committee proposal which narrowly failed in a 3-2 vote to get more than minimum funding a couple of weeks ago.

In his Supervisor’s report on Tuesday, Supervisor Williams said he had participated in a “climate ad hoc committee” with Supervisor McCowen and had concluded that the current proposed funding of $7500 “may not be adequate.” Williams wanted to “fine tune” the proposal “and bring back something acceptable,” that would cost more and, preferably, be voted on unanimously.

Supervisor McCowen added grandly: “More will be revealed,” adding that, “We will probably have some options before us on June 18.”

CEO Angelo said that the Climate Committee item was not on the June 18 agenda, but was set for July 9.

McCowen replied, “Yes, but a related item is on June 18.”

(The June 18 agenda has not yet been officially posted as of Thursday.)

Besides the obvious shady back office maneuvering that’s going on here, this kind of pushing also demonstrates that Supervisors could do a lot of advocacy for much more important things if they wanted to — but they don’t.

PS. The agenda for next week’s Board meeting was posted late Thursday and the only item we could find that McCowen might be referring to is: “6a) Supervisors’ Reports Regarding Board Special Assignments, Standing and Ad Hoc Committee Meetings, and Other Items of General Interest.”

Which should be an illegal Brown Act posting because Boards are not supposed to be able to use generalities like “other items of general interest” to keep the public from knowing SPECIFICALLY what they plan to discuss. But that’s never kept Official Mendo from blathering about topics that are way off topic before. And County Counsel, who claims to be so assiduous instructing local government bodies about the requirements of the Brown Act, lets stuff like this go on all the time without restraint.

(Mark Scaramella)

THE VERY IDEA of a Mendocino County climate change committee is at least half nuts, especially if public money is thrown at it. And not to mention that it arises out of a tawdry scheme by Supervisor McCowen to steer public money to his tenants at the MEC, 106 W. Standley. McCowen's conflict of interest wouldn't fly anywhere but scruple-free Mendo. Anyway, want to halt climate change? Give up the deluded notion that capitalism — more stuff for more people forever — can somehow be "reformed" in time to prevent it from killing us all.

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Authorities called off a search Wednesday evening for a missing Laytonville man a day after the body of his father was discovered floating in Lake Mendocino.

The two men had been on a fishing trip together at the reservoir, where an empty boat at the lake’s south end caught the attention of the another boater Tuesday evening, according to the Mendocino County Sheriff’s Office.

The boater approached the other vessel and saw the body nearby. He called for help about 7:10 p.m.

The dead man was identified as 62 year old Carlos Soto of Laytonville. The missing son is Vincent Soto, 40, also of Laytonville.

“The father was found deceased at the south end of the lake. The son is missing,” Sheriff’s Lt. Shannon Barney said Wednesday.

An autopsy will be done Thursday to determine the cause of death but there was no sign of foul play, Barney said.

Initially, it was thought Carlos Soto had been fishing alone. His wallet was found in the boat, but a second wallet and cellphone for the son also were found there. Deputies called family members and learned the two had planned a day together fishing on the lake.

Vincent Soto

Deputies also found Vincent Soto’s vehicle and boat trailer parked at the north boat ramp, Barney said.

A water and shoreline search Tuesday night turned up no sign of the son, and search efforts resumed Wednesday with divers, sonar equipment, two boats, a helicopter and people hiking the lake surroundings. The search involved the Sheriff’s Office, Mendocino County Search and Rescue, personnel of the Army Corps of Engineers, family and friends of the son and a helicopter.

The operation was called off Wednesday afternoon with plans to resume Thursday morning, according to the Sheriff’s Office.

Family members told deputies the men could swim. It wasn’t clear if life jackets were on the vessel, described as an 18-foot Sunbird ski boat. The father wasn’t wearing a life jacket, Barney said.

Vincent Soto could have left the lake and officials early Wednesday released his description: 5 foot 9, 190 pounds with short, salt and pepper hair.

He has three tattoos including “One Love” on his chest, an English Mastiff dog on his left shoulder and a Native American with feathers on his right shoulder.

Anyone with information was asked to contact sheriff’s dispatchers at 707 463 4086.

(Randi Rossman, Santa Rosa Press Democrat)

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ON FRIDAY, June 8th, PG&E attempted to hand over the Potter Valley Project to the Eel Russian River Commission, at their latest meeting. KMUD's Kelly Lincoln attended the meeting and brings us this report…

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Bodwin, Caldova-Dalson, Chapman

IVY BODWIN, Willits. Probation revocation.

CARRIE CALDOVA-DALSON, Covelo. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

JOHN CHAPMAN, Point Arena. Assault with deadly weapon with great bodily injury, probation revocation.

Demattei, Frey, Goodson

NICOLAS DEMATTEI, Ukiah. Shoplifting with larcenous intent, petty theft with priors, leaded cane or similar, paraphernalia, appropriation of another’s property without trying to restore it, resisting.

THOMAS FREY, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.

NINA GOODSON, Brooktrails. Concealed dirk-dagger, false personation of another.

Hoaglin, Macarthur, Maynard

JOSEPH HOAGLIN, Ukiah. Failure to appear.

CALEB MACARTHUR, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol. (Frequent flyer.)

ANDREW MAYNARD, Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)

McGee, Parmely, Proctor

MICHAEL MCGEE, Ukiah. Disobeying court order.

JACOB PARMELY, Ukiah. Parole violation.

RODNEY PROCTOR, Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation.

Quinones, Schafer, Stanton

PETER QUINONES, Cloverdale/Willits. Vehicle registration tampering, paraphernalia, probation revocation.

BELINDA SCHAFER, Kingdale/Ukiah. Probation revocation.

KELLY STANTON, Ukiah. Trespassing.

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“INSIDE THE BAKERSFIELD MCDONALD’S, the fear, the trauma, and the lack of education are all present—as are the drugs. But in the context of McDonald’s, the fear isn’t palpable, expressed instead as a resignation to being on the outside. In the McDonald’s, there is a battle over the ice and soda machine. There are always people in McDonald’s who come in, maybe with an old cup, or grab a cup from the garbage, and fill it up for free. Most McDonald’s employees ignore it as the cost of doing business. Now with the heat spiking higher, with this McDonald’s being a social services clinic and a restaurant, there is an open battle between the shift manager and the people trying to get free ice and soda. It also seems to be a particular concern of the afternoon manager. There is a switch behind the counter that turns the soda fountains on and off, and the afternoon manager is quick to use it, frustrating the various people who run in, fill up a container, and then run out. As the day goes on, the game gets more involved, with people trying different strategies, different methods of deception, and the manager becoming more frustrated. Some people come in and claim they’ve always been there; others use it in stealth and sit quietly until a moment opens up. Others use speed. Others are blunter. One guy, shirtless and riding a stripped-down ten-speed, waits outside until he sees the machine turned on for a large family, then runs quickly inside with a massive dirty container that looks as though it is from a construction site and starts filling it, the ice loudly hitting the metal bottom. The manager comes running out from the back, waving his hand, threatening to call the police. The shirtless man just looks at him, finishes filling up the container, a process that takes about five minutes, and then walks out. While the game goes on, families sit and chat, paying no mind to any of it. At another table a man sits quietly staring at a newspaper, sipping his soda. He is here pretty much every day, all day. He comes early, buys a soda or coffee, grabs a paper from another table, or from the garbage, and sits with it opened in front of him. We exchange glances at the battle for ice. Sometimes we both start laughing at the same time when someone pulls off a particularly audacious move that angers the manager, and eventually we start talking. In response to my question about whether he’s homeless, he says, “You could say that. I have the auto shop I work in. I also sleep in it at night, after it is closed up. So I guess so.”

— Chris Arnade

Dignity: Seeking Respect in Back Row America

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CHIEF JOHN GRASS. Blackfoot. 1880s.

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TOP AI RESEARCHERS RACE to detect “deepfake” videos: “We are outgunned…”

Researchers fear it is only a matter of time before the AI-generated fake videos are deployed for maximum damage — to sow confusion, fuel doubt or undermine an opponent, potentially on the eve of a White House vote.

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New York Times: Sea Ranch, the modernist coastal utopia in Sonoma County, is contending with climate change — just like other communities in the state. The thing about Sea Ranch, though, is that one of the nature-forward planned community’s defining design signatures is a lot of wood. So, as Diana Ketcham reported for The Times, newer residents and the architects of their homes are looking to newer materials, like concrete and cement fiberboard, to preserve the development’s unique feel.

The architects of Skyfall clad the house in cement fiberboard, which is fire-resistant and low-maintenance, as a preventative measure. (Credit: Peter Prato for The New York Times)

Not familiar with the Sea Ranch? Curbed published this exhaustive oral history earlier this year. And as a reader emailed me and The Press Democrat reported at the time, none other than Robert Mueller was at one point spotted sporting a Sea Ranch cap, sparking some chatter about the special counsel’s golf game.

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WHY IS NPR Carrying Water for Trump on Venezuela?

by John Kiriakou

If I told you that NPR, National Public Radio, was fronting propaganda operations for Donald Trump and John Bolton, would you call me crazy? If I said that NPR was just another voice for an imperial media, would you believe me? That's the situation we find ourselves in on Venezuela.

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THE BOARD OF SUPERVISORS MEETING AGENDA for the June 18, 2019, meeting is now available on the County website:

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“How do you pronounce ‘Buttigieg’?”

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"COMPOUNDING THE INJUSTICE involved in the treatment of Julian Assange has been the complicity of a mainstream media which has, without exception, engaged in an unrelenting campaign of demonization, delegitimization, and even dehumanization where he’s concerned. These people are not journalists, they are ideological foot soldiers. In fact, they’re not even that; they are expensively educated cranks and hacks – so-called progressives, who with a chai latte in one hand and a signed copy of Campbell’s Diaries or Blair’s autobiography in the other, step over homeless people in the street on the way to their hot yoga classes and sushi bars; there to congratulate one another on the latest offering of vacuous tripe served up to the God of yellow journalism."

—John Wight

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THE BERNIE SANDERS WING scares Democrats. But they'll lose without it.

"If the Democrats want to build a serious, dominant party in the years to come, they must speak to the overwhelming anxieties of the working class and poor and proffer more than Clinton-era platitudes and neoliberal gut-punches."

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Baseball is in my life once again. Detroit at KC at the moment. College World Series this afternoon while trying to refill a recalcitrant prescription. The only consequence of this is that I am sleepy enough to feel like I have been sleepless for days. The energy of the universe, usually so carefully hoarded that the Great Spirit can seem like a miser sometimes, is positively effervescent this otherwise outsmart summer afternoon.

I found out at dinner that I can exchange my sofa, which at least looks fairly normal, with a hospital bed, which doesn't in the context of my living room. If I can't get used to the constant visual reminder of a hospital stay, I can apparently change it back again with no penalty whatever.

Ah, to be able to try out our latest hot idea and then return to what was before. The possibilities are endlessly inviting: lovers, friends, governments. To try them out for awhile, then return to the original if such is indicated. Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity…

(Bruce Brady)

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"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"

"Listen to your inner voice."

"You're a scientist. Isn't 'inner voice' a spiritual term?"

"Bullshit! You'll hear scientists talking about following their inner voice as much as you'd hear a musician or a priest."

"So how do you know which of your thoughts are your true inner voice?"

"All of them are! The question is— how much weight do you give them? How much authority do you give your own thoughts? Are you taking them seriously? Or are you sitting in front of the damn tube letting other people tell you what to think?"

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$54,000,000,000 (Francoise Bettencourt Meyers)

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An Interview with Frank Cieciorka

by Bruce Anderson (AVA, October 2001)

Frank Cieciorka is the male half of Alderpoint's only two-artist household and Karen Horn is the female half. Although their journeys to Humboldt County's eastern frontier are as different as the art they make, the couple live harmoniously under one roof and work under two, Karen in her studio, Frank in his. By their own accounts (taken at separate depositions), each functions helpfully as the other's in-house critic. Both say they've learned from the other and that their art is the better for it.

Born in 1939 in nearby Binghampton, Frank grew up in Johnson City, New York, a town then dominated by a shoe factory.

"My grandfather immigrated from Poland, an area near the Russian border, to escape being drafted into the Russian army, a 25-year hitch under the Czar. My parents were first-generation Americans. 'Cieciorka' is Russianized Polish that was something like Cicherski. To pronounce 'Cieciorka' substitute the letter h for both the i's.”

Mr. Cieciorka worked as a warehouseman, Mrs. Cieciorka labored at home looking after Frank, his brother, and his sister. One income could, if a family stuck to the austerities common to the times, support a five-member family.

As a high school student, Frank thought he wanted to be an electrical engineer but was derailed from a prosaic career path by John Steinbeck's novel, Cannery Row.

"My first hero and role model was Doc Ricketts. That book made me realize I was a bohemian at heart." Frank also had the artistic talent to support his proto-beatnik ambitions which, at the time, were emphatically in the minority.

Accepted as an art student at the Pratt Institute in the big city but unable to attend because tuition was beyond his 18-year-old ability to pay, Frank headed west to San Jose.

AVA: Why San Jose?

Frank: My father was working for IBM in their warehouse at Binghampton, and when IBM opened up their plant in San Jose they wanted experienced workers to staff it so they offered to help with moving expenses for anybody willing to transfer to California. This was early IBM, 1957. My parents jumped at the chance and moved to California. But the move was so expensive they had to pilfer my college savings account. I'd worked all through high school, mostly at the shoe factory where I started when I was 14. I made a dollar an hour, but I paid my parents $5 a week room and board from the time I was 15 until I graduated from high school. It was the way they were raised. My father always told me about how he turned over his whole paycheck to his mother when he was a kid and she'd give him 50¢ back from his paycheck. On his wedding day he turned over his last paycheck to his mother and got his last 50¢ back. My father said his parents had a clothesline in the attic, one for each kid, and every time they spent any amount on the kid, including the cost of his birth at the hospital, they would take a clothespin and hang the receipt up on the clothesline. The last receipt on the clothesline was the one for the lunch bucket they bought for the kids when they went to work. My father said after he was married he had to buy back all the receipts on his clothesline!

AVA: So you’re out in sunny California. Were your parents happier out here?

Frank: They loved it. They thought it was great. In Johnson City we had this ramshackle old house in a junkyard my folks bought. A five-lot junkyard. My father always talked about how he and my mother had spent years cleaning up the junk, getting rid of it, fixing up the house and making it livable, but they were just delighted to come out here and live in a tract house.

AVA: The times were-a-changin', weren't they?

Frank: My parents were pretty much apolitical. They were nominal Democrats but voted for Ike. They wholeheartedly disapproved of my political activities. It got to the point where we were semi-estranged for a while. I was drafted in 1961. I took the physical at the Oakland Induction Center and passed that. The last thing we were supposed to do in the process was sign the loyalty oath after looking over a questionairre prepared by the Attorney General. I looked it over and raised my hand and said, 'You’re asking me about my political beliefs and associations here, which I have a constitutional right to, and which are none of your business. I’m not going to sign this. The sergeant or whatever he was said, 'All right, you go to that group on that bench over there. And then the Army kidnapped me. They took me to a motel and held me there overnight before they let me go. Army counterintelligence investigated me for a year and a half and finally cleared me of whatever it was they were investigating me for. The FBI, on two occasions, went to my father’s workplace and asked the manager if they could talk to him. They would interview him while he was on the job and make him look bad in front of his fellow workers. My father was very unhappy with me. It wasn’t until I went to Mississippi that my parents finally decided that I wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

AVA: The FBI must have put you on the A-list for that one. Were you hanging out with all the wrong people by '61 or so?

Frank: Yes. The Communist Party in San Jose called themselves a club. They had meetings on Sunday mornings so it would look like they were going to church. I worked with a lot of them. I was pretty close to them. I also worked for CORE and Friends of SNCC. So I’m sure when the FBI was investigating me they came across these associations. I considered myself a radical revolutionary communist with a small c. I'd read a lot of Marx and Lenin and all the things you were supposed to read to keep up with the people involved in these groups. In fact, I organized the first W.E.B. Dubois club in San Jose. Terrence Hallinan — K.O. Hallinan — who got me to do that. He was the main organizer of young people in the Bay Area for the old CP. He called me one day and said they wanted to get a W.E.B. Dubois club going in San Jose, but they didn’t want a party member to do it; they wanted a fellow traveler, who couldn’t get smeared as a…. And basically that was my role, to be a fellow traveler, and to do things that an actual party member couldn’t do without being smeared. So I did it. I formed the W.E.B. Dubois Club. I applied for membership in the party, and even got an interview with a party member, a printer, a guy I'd worked with a lot. He did the official interview, but towards the end of it he said, 'You know, intellectually you may be a Marxist, but in your heart you're an anarchist. You wouldn’t be happy in the party.' I got a dozen or so people on campus to join, but it collapsed when there was some kind of convention or congress where a resolution was proposed to throw all the Trotskyites out of the club. There was an acrimonious discussion, arguments, fistfights — and 9 of the 12 members from San Jose walked out in disgust, leaving only the three Trotskyites. And that pretty much ended the Dubois Club in San Jose.

It was a great time, though, and I loved college. I liked it so much I spent 7 years getting a four year degree. I took all kinds of courses: literature, film, music, biology, history, philosophy, logic, political science, economics and, of course, the art coureses I needed for my art major. My favorite class was Proessor Richard Tansey's art history course. He gave me a lasting appreciation of the art and culture of Western Civ that's withstood the current political rectitude. I lived in apartments right off campus close to downtown. My roommate during my last year was Luis Valdez, who went on to become a well-known movie director. We shared an apartment above the Jose Theater; three movies for a dollar.

AVA: You went to Mississippi as a freedom rider in 1964. W.E.B. DuBois, battles with the Trots, draft resistance! I must say, Frank, your credentials are impeccable.

Frank: (Laughs) I'd been very active in Friends of SNCC for about a year before Freedom Summer, mostly in fundraising and general support. I knew a lot of the people who were active in SNCC. When they announced Freedom Summer I applied and was accepted, but that was also the summer that the Progressive Labor Party was organizing a trip to Cuba, and I applied for that too, and was accepted for the Cuba trip. Luis had applied for the Cuba trip and he decided to go to Cuba and I decided to go to Mississippi.

To go with SNCC to register voters in Mississippi, we had to first go to Oxford, Ohio for a week of orientation. I was assigned to Holly Springs in the northern part of Mississippi, about 50 miles south of Memphis. It was the largest voter registration project in Mississippi. We covered about five different counties from our headquarters in Holly Springs. In fact, Goodman and Schwerner had gone down to Holly Springs a couple of days before the rest of us, to Philadelphia, Mississippi, to check out a church burning there. And just as we were getting loaded on the chartered buses to go to Mississippi from Ohio, we got the word that Goodman, and Schwerner and Cheney were missing.

I immediately ran to the bathroom with diarrhea. What have I gotten myself into here? But we drove down overnight, arriving at Holly Springs at 3 in the morning.

Holly Springs was a good sized town of 20,000 or so. It had a nice downtown, a courthouse square with old trees, civil war statues ringed by stores. The further away from the center of town you got the more seedy it got. And rundown. And of course we were living in the black part of town which was pretty decrepit.

AVA: They knew right away who you were?

Frank: Whenever we walked downtown to go shopping, we’d get all kinds of dirty looks. We wore chinos and white shirts, the standard uniform for white SNCC people. The blacks all wore bib overalls. The whites looked like college students pretty much. But they knew who we were. You had to register your car within 30 days of arriving in the state and you had to get Mississippi license plates. They had reserved a particular sequence of numbers for civil rights workers. Our cars would be recognized anywhere in the state by our license plate numbers. There was no way we could be anonymous. Younger black people were all for us; they’d cross the street to shake our hand. But the older ones were very wary of us. We'd try to organize a mass meeting by going door to door and people would just nod and agree with us — 'Yeah, I’ll be there. You can count on us.' But only a few older people would show up.

AVA: Was there an active Klan chapter in that area?

Frank: Northern Mississippi was not big Klan territory. There was the White Citizens Council, which was more respectable because its membership was drawn largely from the area's business and professional classes. There was some Klan activity, but the White Citizens Council was the big political force there. The one time I got beat up it was by a couple of beefy young guys. But usually you could walk down the street and feel fairly safe. You’d get insults tossed at you, but you never thought somebody was going to just come out and sucker punch you. At our meetings, that’s when it would get hairy sometimes. There was one meeting at a black church at night out in the woods that I won't forget. As the meeting was breaking up and people were leaving, the Klan showed up. They were in street clothes but somebody recognized them, or at least some of them, as being members of the Klan. As we drove out of the parking area, they drove in. So we drove like hell and got out of there, and were back on the highway before we realized we'd left a guy behind, a black guy named Elwood Berry. I think he was from Cornell. Some of us had to go back. We snuck back through the woods; we could hear the Klan stomping all over the place, looking for anybody left behind. There were at least a dozen of them

AVA: Presumed to be armed?

Frank: That was always the assumption. We found Berry hiding in the woods, and we got him out of there.

Frank: The time I got beat up I had just been put on staff as a field secretary. It was the end of summer and volunteers were going home and going back to school. I said I wanted to stay on so they made me field secretary. $10 a week was the pay.

AVA: And room and board with a host family?

Frank: Yes. An election was coming up, and just across the river in Arkansas a black candidate was running for the Agricultural Board. It was very powerful position because the commissioners assigned cotton allotments; they told farmers how much cotton they could grow. It was important to black sharecroppers to be represented on this board. A black candidate was running and a big a turnout of black voters was needed to elect him. A lot ofsharecroppers lived way out in the boonies and didn't have transportation to the polls. So a whole bunch of SNCC field secretaries from Mississippi were brought in to help out with the logistics of the election. My job was to drive out to certain plantations, fill the car with sharecroppers and anybody else who was eligible to vote, drive them to town, wait until they voted, and drive them home again. And then take another load into town and back — all day. One group I brought in, I dropped off at the polling place to vote, then I parked in the parking lot across the street from the polling place to wait for them to drive them home again when they were finished voting. There were a bunch of people milling around outside. The chief of police was there. I was sitting there in my car, a SNCC car. Two guys came up and opened the doors, both doors, and jumped and squeezed me in the middle and started beatin’ on me inside the car. They couldn’t haul off and slug me because there wasn't enough room to do that in the front seat, so they dragged me out of the car, took my glasses off and proceeded to beat me. I assumed the fetal position on the ground, and they proceeded to kick me and stomp me and were bending over to punch me. But they were frustrated because they couldn’t really get at me, so a couple times they picked me up in the air and lifted me up over their heads and just threw me down, which would break open my fetal position so they could get in a couple good punches before I could curl back up again. For me, it was one of those rare out of body experiences. I felt like I was somehow hovering about six or eight feet above my body watching these two guys beat me up, feeling no emotion. I remember thinking to myself, 'Well, the chief of police is across the street watching this, so they’re not going to kill me.' And I was clearly thinking ahead. 'Let’s see, I’m supposed to be in Gulfport tomorrow morning for a staff meeting. I’m obviously going to be too damaged to drive so I’m going to have to drive with somebody else.' While these guys are just pummeling me! Finally the chief of police walked over and said, 'OK boys, we’ve had enough fun now' and arrested me for failure to yield the right of way. (Laughs)

He took me to jail. A SNCC officer called the SNCC office in Atlanta. Atlanta called Friends of SNCC in San Jose, San Jose SNCC called my congressman, Don Edwards, who is a really good guy. And Edwards called the Sheriff’s Department in Grove, Arkansas. I was in jail for 20 minutes. The chief of police comes in and says to me, 'You must be hot shit. I just got a call from your congressman who said if we don’t take you down to the hospital and get you checked out for injuries he’s going to have a Congressional committee down here tomorrow morning investigating us.' They took me to the hospital and cleaned up my cuts and bruises and checked me for broken bones, and I got bailed out. I was amazed at how quickly they reacted.

AVA: Certainly the Redwood Empire's lead solon, Mike Thompson, would have acted just as quickly in your behalf, Frank.

Frank: (Laughs.) I'm glad I had the Congressman I had at the time. I forfeited bail. Five bucks for failure to yield right of way. But the worst jail I was in was the one in Holly Springs. It had been condemned, the toilet was plugged up and the place stunk something fierce. Steel bunk, no mattress. I was the only guy in it. They didn’t put me in the main jail. The walls were just covered with graffiti. There was a rag in the sink and I wet it and washed off a spot on the wall and wrote some freedom slogans on it. When I finally got bailed out I was walking down the steps, and the sheriff comes running down and grabs me by the collar and says, 'You son of a bitch! You can’t write that stuff on the walls of my jail! You’re under arrest!' I was charged with defacing the Marshall County jail.

The best jail I was in down there was in Oxford, Mississippi, home of Ol’ Miss and William Faulkner. I was in that jail for five days. It was very clean and the jailer's wife was a great cook! That was some of the best food I had the year I was in Mississippi.

AVA: Did you get hassled by other inmates?

Frank: I didn’t tell them that I was a civil rights worker. I guess the sheriff in the one in Oxford didn’t either. Although by the end of it one guy figured it out. He let me know he knew why I was there. But he was more curious than hostile. He couldn’t understand why someone would risk going to jail for registering black people to vote. He was a young guy, about my age. And there was one old guy of about 60 who was in jail because he had a 13 year old girlfriend. She’d stand out in the parking lot and wave to him, and he’d stand on this bench and look out the window and wave back.

I was in the Oxford jail for the crime of carrying a placard. It was an 8x11 sheet of paper pinned to my shirt that said I was a voter registration worker. This is a funny story itself. We were going to have a big freedom day. Everybody would gather at this church and then the people who were going to attempt to register to vote would march up to the courthouse and try to register to vote. They wanted a SNCC worker to lead the parade, as it were. 'It’s an absolute certain arrest,' they said. 'We need a volunteer to be arrested.' I had just received another draft notice and was supposed to show up in Memphis the next day to be inducted into the Army. So when they said it was a sure arrest, and they wanted a volunteer, I raised my hand. Anything to avoid the Army. So they taped this paper to my chest and I led a group of about 20 or so people down to the courthouse; as soon as I walked into the registrar’s office they arrested me. I did five days on that one. Paul Krassner who bailed me out.

When Friends of SNCC read that I was in jail and my bail was $500, they called Krassner and asked him to make a donation. He had re-produced a poster of my cartoon, One Nation Under God, and had been selling them for $1 each since March of '64, and I was arrested this time in July of '64, only a few months later. Anyway, he sent $500 down, which he said were proceeds from the sale of the poster. I’ll be damned, I said. It had made at least $500 in only two months. Krassner stipulated that when the bail was returned it should be considered a donation to SNCC.

AVA: A year of living dangerously.

Frank: Yes, and even when you tried to get away from it the violence kind of followed you around. One time we had a staff meeting down in Gulfport, then we decided to go to New Orleans for a party. An interracial group of us went on into New Orleans. Just walking down the street we got chased by a bunch of young thugs until we finally got to a crowded street where we could split up and mingle with the crowd. We thought that New Orleans was more sophisticated than that!

And another occassion, Halloween, somebody drove by in the middle of the night and fired a couple of shotgun rounds into our house. A black guy who was going to run for some office in the Holly Springs area was found dead in a field. He'd been run over repeatedly by pickup trucks. There was always something.

A lot of people on our side had guns, too. You could hardly blame them.

AVA: Was there any kind of protective federal police presence like the FBI or US marshals?

Frank: Occasionally there’d be a federal marshal if we had announced an event likely to result in an incident. If we announced a Freedom Day or a mass registration, something like that, then usually a federal marshal or FBI agent would show up to observe. That’s all they would do, is observe. At one attempted registration people were getting beat up on the courthouse steps by the cops using clubs as a couple FBI agents stood there watching. We ran up and said, 'Hey! Look! Our civil rights are being violated! We're being beaten up by the cops for trying to register to vote. Do something! They said, 'We can’t do anything. We’re the Federal Bureau of Investigation, all we can do is investigate. We have no power to make arrests.

AVA: Did Stokely Carmichael make his famous Black Power declaration while you were in Mississippi?

Frank: That was probably the summer of '65, a couple of months after I left Mississippi, but I was still considered to be on staff. A lot of the freedom school teachers were saying that what they needed was some material on black history that was accessible to people with limited reading skills..… My wife at the time and I wrote it and illustrated it. We finished that and felt we’d pretty much done what we could in Holly Springs. We went back to San Francisco and started work on The Movement newspaper, which had begun as a Friends of SNCC newsletter. It was mostly concerned with the Civil Rights Movement.

AVA: You knew Stokely Carmichael?

Frank: Yes. I was his driver on a couple occasions. I was considered one of the better drivers in tight situations because I had gotten people out of scrapes by my recklessness behind the wheel. I was his bodyguard on two occasions when he came to speak in San Francisco. Once was in Oakland at a Black Panther meeting. I had a Colt .45 “Commander.” The short one. I tucked it in my pants in the small of my back.

AVA: Was it his idea that you function as his bodyguard?

Frank: The San Francisco SNCC needed two or three guys to be bodyguards. So I volunteered. We got to the auditorium where Stokely was going to speak and the Panthers are searching everybody as they go in. Putting them down. I got to the door and the guy pats me down, and never touches the small of my back. And after it was over and we were leaving I went over to the guy who frisked me and turned around and flipped up my shirt and showed him the gun and said, 'Next time, pat the small of the back, too.'

Another time he was speaking at the Fillmore auditorium. There was going to be a dance, a fundraiser. Hugh Masekela was going to entertain. Stokely was going to speak and I was one of the bodyguards. They had rent-a-cops also for security. We approached the rent-a-cops beforehand and said, 'Look, we three guys are armed. We're Stokely's bodyguards. If anything goes down, know that we're on your side. The rent-a-cops said, OK, but if anything happens, we’re trained professionals. Anyway, later on in the evening I’m out on the dance floor twisting and turning and jumping all over when all of a sudden this .45 comes out of the small of my back and clatters across the floor. The crowd just rolled their eyes. I liked Stokely a lot. At the time I supported his position. I thought that the black nationalist movement at the time was healthy. I still do to some extent. The last time I saw him was around '67 or so. I did a photo shoot with him for the newspaper and that was the last I saw of him.

AVA: 1967! Here come the hippies!

Frank: And the Haight. I thought it was great. Just the sheer energy that they had. I thought, 'God! This is where we should be proselytizing, propagandizing, try to harness this energy and develop some political consciousness. But the left for the most part just held them in disdain.'

AVA: I did. I loathed hippies. They irritated the shit out of me. Still do. I thought it all should have stopped in North Beach with the beatniks, who at least had literary and artistic interests. If there's any creature more appalling than a 30-year-old flower child….. Sorry, Frank, didn't mean to go off on you there.

Frank: I also thought it was sort of schizophrenic. Camping, smokin’ pot, droppin’ acid, working on the newspaper, going to demonstrations. In fact, it resulted in a major psychotic break for me in 1969. People’s Park was it. When that was over I cracked completely.

AVA: You had to get out of the city?

Frank: Eventually. I was really nutso for several months. People were taking care of me. In and out of the hospital. Bouncing me around. I’d get so outrageous and so out of control that my friends finally decided they couldn’t handle me and they busted me into Mt. Zion. I spent two weeks there and realized that I had to get my act together or I’d spend a lot longer time there. I got out and more or less kept it together. I decided I’d get back in the movement and back into political activity rather than leave town as a basket case. And I did for another two years. I helped form an organization called People’s Press, a collective of about a dozen people who produced and printed and distributed our own material. We started with a pamphlet on the history of Vietnam. Terry Cannon wrote it. I illustrated it. We printed it. We had our own printing press, our own darkroom. Our group was more than half women, too. Each member apprenticed him or herself to a printer to learn the trade. I apprenticed myself to a guy named Earl Hendra who had a big dark room in the Mission District. I learned all the camera work necessary for printing. Then I bought a camera, a huge camera 16 feet long. I built a darkroom around it and taught everybody else how to use it. Several women apprenticed themselves to printers and learned how to run first the multilith and then the bigger presses and came back and taught everybody else how to run them. That’s how we learned the trade, by teaching each other. It worked very well.

AVA: When did you leave San Francisco for Humboldt County?

Frank: 1972. By then I was pretty much back together. But I realized that I just didn’t have the enthusiasm for the political work that I had before.

AVA: It all looked pretty hopeless at that point.

Frank: The war was still going on. Nixon was re-elected. I had become a backpacking fanatic shortly before that. Part of my therapy in getting back together was some friends took me backpacking and I realized that when I was out in the wilderness, like the Sierras, or the Trinity Alps, I felt totally, absolutely sane. Then we’d be driving back to the city after spending four or five days out in the wild and just that sea of red tail lights heading into the city would make me just feel the panic rising in me. So I went backpacking every chance I could get. Then it occurred to me that I should just move to the country and go backpacking every day if I wanted to. I'd met some people from Alderpoint and they invited me up for a visit; I liked the town and thought, 'Gee, this is as good a place as any if I’m going to move to the country.' I asked if there was any place available I might rent, and they pointed me in the direction of a little three-room cabin for $25 a month. I had about $50 to my name at the time, but I went up and rented it, drove back to the city, and within a month I closed up all my urban business and got in my Volkswagen bus and started a new life in Alderpoint. I purchased this property Karen and I live on now shortly after I got here in '72. I asked the owner in Santa Rosa if he wanted to sell it and he said, 'Yeah. Sure. $1500.' Half an acre with a three-room cabin on it. I borrowed $1500 from my parents and bought it.

I borrowed some more money to get the initial building materials to get started on my studio. I learned enough carpentry working with an architect who was remodeling a ranch house out here to pick up enough work to buy another batch of materials to work on my own place. When the materials and money ran out I’d go hustle some more carpentry work. And I picked up a little freelance commercial art work from the city now and then to supplement that.

All the hippies moved west of 101. Redway and west of there to Whale Gulch and that area. Hardly anybody of the back-to-the-land type came this far east of 101.

AVA: You got popped for pot?

In 1978 a CHP officer busted me for cultivation. I had finished building my house, but I couldn’t afford to live in it so I rented it out to a woman on welfare with three kids. Her rent was just enough for me to make my loan payments that I couldn’t quite afford to make at my income level at the time. I was still living in the old three room cabin down below the house I'd built on my half-acre. I decided that the only way I could pay off this place and live in it was to grow some pot. I planted a bunch of plants in with my tomatoes, and planted a row of sunflowers along the garden edge to act as a screen so it couldn't be seen from the road. This woman who rented my house had a ten year old boy who was riding a motorcycle around Alderpoint one day. The kid was stopped by a CHP cop who brought him home. It was July 3rd, 1978. My sunflower screen had only grown about shoulder high. (Laughs) As the officer was escorting the kid down the path from the parking area to the house he looked over at the tomato patch and saw the pot plants. He went back to his car and radioed the sheriff’s department to come and bust me. They did, and the took me off to jail in Eureka.

The two deputies got here in a hurry. They roared up and said, 'All Right! What’s happening?' The CHP officer says, 'We’ve got these people here and they have some pot plants. The woman and her kid are in the house.' One of the deputies said, 'Why did you call in, officer needs assistance? We thought you were in trouble! I ran somebody off the road trying to get here!' The CHP guy, an old sergeant who everybody around here hated, says, 'Well, you know how tough these feminists can be these days.

I told the deputy, 'Look. I own this property. She’s my tenant. I’m totally responsible for anything that happens here.' She wasn't arrested. I was. I spent the weekend in jail because it was the July 4th weekend. My bail was $2100. I couldn’t afford it. The guy in the next cell asked me, 'What’s your bail? I said, $2100. He said, 'What are you in for?' I said I was in for cultivation. He said, 'Jesus! I’m in here for assault with a deadly weapon and my bail is only $700!' Finally the judge got back to town after the weekend and let me out on my own recognizance.

AVA: Who was the prosecutor then?

Frank: Oh yeah. It took me eight court appearances and the better part of a year before it was finally dismissed as an illegal search and seizure. The CHP officer had no business bringing the kid home. Their own rules in cases involving minors say they are supposed to choose the option that least restricted the freedom of the minor. He'd thrown the kid in his patrol car and driven him home. The judge decided that was illegal search and seizure.

AVA: You met Karen in the early 80s?

Frank: It was '79. Mutual friends had been suggesting we meet each other because we’re both artists. I had seen some of her stained glass work and really liked it. Then somebody needed to get a newspaper article to me and she lived way out in the boonies and she said I’ll just leave it with Karen Horn who lives in Redway and the next time you’re in town you can stop by and pick it up. So I went to her house and she asked me to have a cup of tea. We sat around and talked and I liked her. We went out to dinner and we started seeing each other regularly. We had a long distance relationship for four years. She was in Redway I was in Alderpoint. Every Thursday, my town day, I would go to town, take care of business and she would cook dinner and I’d spend the night. And then on Saturday she and her daughter Zena would come to Alderpoint and I would cook dinner for her and Zena and they’d spend the night and go back to Redway on Sunday. Four years of that. We finally decided that was long enough and we should try living together. In '84 Karen moved in with me. By then I was in the big new house with the big new studio and we thought we’d be able to share the studio because it was 16 x 32 feet. But we soon found we both needed more space than that. So we built the new studio.

I’ve learned a lot from Karen. My strong suit is drawing. I’m only OK in color and not good at composition. My favorite compositional device was a vignette with things just sort of fading out at the edges. I wasn't worried about squares and rectangles and so forth. Karen is very rigorous in her compositions.

At San Jose I kind of coasted on my drawing ability; I probably could have gotten a lot more out of the art department if I'd applied myself more. But I was too much into political activity. That took up most of my time. And I was just overwhelmed by all the possibilities for learning… everything! Here you are at a university that teaches classes in science and literature and history and I wanted it all. So between politics and the liberal education, I’d say I slighted the art more than I should have.

(Frank Cieciorka died in Humboldt County on November 24, 2008.)


  1. Lazarus June 14, 2019

    “An Interview with Frank Cieciorka”

    Well done AVA, and a life well lived…
    As always,

  2. Harvey Reading June 14, 2019

    NPR has been a ruling-class propaganda outlet for decades. Same with PBS. They get their funding from corporations, and from “trusts” and “foundations” that wealthy people create so that they can spend their tax money as THEY see fit, rather than putting it into the common pot for the good of all. Death to them all! Especially Bill Gates, wealthy as a result of crummy computer operating systems.

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