Paul Dominguez – A Tribute
It’s always difficult to lose a friend. Paul Dominguez died on Wednesday, December 16 with his wife MaDonna Morrissey at his side, as she has been for well over 30 years.
An artist in every sense of the word, Paul performed at our Second Saturday Art Walks in the East Village Arts District, playing his ever-present guitar with good friends and friends he just met. He painted, he drew, he sculpted and through his art spread joy throughout the Long Beach area.
So generous of spirit and time, Paul surely passed those qualities to Paul Jnr, whose birthday occurred just a day before he lost his namesake father.
It was little more than a year ago, in 2014, that Paul asked me to come to his storage area and take photographs of his paintings and drawings, as he was going to have a local Long Beach exhibition and a book was intended to be published as accompaniment.
Because I adore Paul and MaDonna, of course I said yes. On a very hot and un-air-conditioned day, when the elevator was out in the storage facility, Leah and I climbed five floors to the area where his work was stored and, one by one he mounted each piece on a wall that had very little shadow.
(Little did we know that the troubles I was having with the camera would cause it to go to the scrap heap, but that’s another story)
The exhibit was fabulous, exceptionally well received but the book never materialized. My gift for doing the photography work was the piece of my choice; can you imagine? It took me so long to make a decision (nothing new if you know me well) as each painting or drawing has a life of its own and finally I chose a wonderful piece. Paul had painted the canvas and the frame; this piece of art lives in my bedroom and I get to think of Paul Dominguez every day because of it.
I hope you enjoy these few photos of Paul’s work, say a few kind thoughts for MaDonna and Paul Jnr and relish the fact that he wasn’t sick for an extremely long time and was able to leave this world at his home. Rest in peace Paul; you’ll be remembered by anyone that came in contact with you.
Words and Photos by Anne Proffit