Wednesday, April 23, 2014

quiet cousin barnstorm

At 8:06 p.m., 73-year-old Hull* resident Joan Price became the last person to finish this year's Boston Marathon. She started at 11:30 a.m., but got lost near the end of the course, she said. 
To me, this is even more important than winning-  this woman kept going one foot in front of the other the whole friggin' day and didn't stop.  My hero!  Hope she gets a copy of this picture and has it blown up for over her mantle.
(*Hull is a Boston seaside suburb located  south of Boston Harbor and before Cape Cod)

You always have more choices than you think you have... Rich French

It turned out to be a work day at home even though not what I intended.  Cleaned out a cupboard, did five loads of wash, fixed a few things, and knit a cap for the wee boy because the last one might not make that far into the future on his giant head.  Today I'll just make a tail on the top at my stitch meeting and send it out.  After the meeting I have a haircut coming, and then, I hope, go pick up my car and turn the AC up as high as it will go for the ride home!  There ya go, day shot to hell.

But first, a little bio and interview with someone you should know, John Baldessari:

And a little cartoon about how we ALL feel at times.  Best to keep it to ourselves, eh?

Squirrel Hedonism

Monday, April 21, 2014

cagers thrusting backwards

The discipline of creation is a mixture of surrender and initiative.   Shaun McNiff

By the clock the little family is on the plane on their way back home.  I think they had a good time as we just sat around admiring their offspring.  I do have to say he is the most agreeable passive happy baby I've ever seen.  No drama with this little one, and I really enjoyed carrying him around and playing with him.  

But TODAY I am able to get back to the studio!  Right after I finish doing laundry and cleaning out the refrigerator and deal with the roofer here making the dogs crazy.  But I'm on my own again.

Using models and materials originally built for the backdrop of model train sets, artist Thomas Doyle  creates miniature dioramas with huge implications. Quaint scenes from suburbia are smashed into smithereens, characters are caught mid-homicide, and the front lines of military conflicts weave through mountains of consumer detritus

The Isolator is a bizarre helmet invented in 1925 that encourages focus and concentration by rendering the wearer deaf, piping them full of oxygen, and limiting their vision to a tiny horizontal slit. The Isolator was invented by Hugo Gernsback, editor of Science and Invention magazine, member of “The American Physical Society,” and one of the pioneers of science fiction.

Peep S'Mores-  a way to use up the last of your lingering Peeps.  Either this or microwave 'em and watch through the glass...

And finally a squirrel to end today's informational bulletin.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

dimirack dronek dirag (not song lyrics!)

Easter Thoughts

Life is short, break the rules. ... Mark Twain 

Volker Kraft hung 10,000 colored eggs in his apple tree in Saalfeld, Germany. 

Bunnies Sticking out their Tongues and going PFFFFFFTT

And thankfully tomorrow is Monday and we get back to a more normal existence.    And *I* get to the studio again.  First thing I'm gonna do is take 2 bags of stuff to the dumpster in my new efforts to de-clutter.  I hope my car is ready to pick up, and I have to get Molly back to the eye doc because something is wrong again and I don't know how to fix it.  Loose ends, there are always so many loose ends.  Plus, on top of everything tomorrow I have to watch the Boston Marathon because it's what I have done every single year since I moved to Boston in 1966, excluding a few early 2000 years after we moved off the route.  Busy day.  Plus we take this little guy to the airport to send him on his way.  He has been one of the earthly delights around here and it will be hard not having him to squeeze and share a laugh.  So, no squirrels today, just a little bunny:

Friday, April 18, 2014

curvilco cweiss detron

A portrait is a picture of a person with something wrong with the mouth.  John Singer Sargent

LOVE that quote. I've been saving it a long time to share.  First of all, thanks for the thoughtful attention to 'The Lost'.  I appreciated and weighed every comment.  My gut feeling is that this one is hitting the shelves in the studio bathroom where they only see a light when I go in there to pee.  Not to be graphic, but that isn't very often.  My heirs can deal with it when they get it-  not that it will be viewed and talked about, but they will have to go through the piles because I am starting a rumor about a couple of $100 bills I have hidden in those stacks.  heh heh-  that'll make 'em look!  Who knows, maybe there will be some occasion to drag it out but for now I won't even put the sleeve on.

Just to clarify something that bothered a few of you-  the quilt was not about the killers, it was about the victims and their remains-  that's why the girls are the important part and the killers are all the same and muted in their tones and impotence. But your questions told me something-  that it wasn't clear.  And if it's not clear to folks who know what's going on, then it surely won't work with the great unwashed coming through a show.  So, thanks.  I'll try harder next time.  And that sorta brings me to this:

  • *
  • Repeat yourself. 
    If you like it, do it again. If you don’t like it, do it again.

    I haven't felt well for a couple of days, not bad enough to do anything other than trudge along, but not good enough to have much interest in it.  I went out with a couple of friends yesterday and found a perfect chandelier for the new place, absolutely fell in love with it's perfection.  But have I done anything about it?  Nope.  When I got home I called the car dealership because everybody was whining about how hot my car was-  they were right-  it's was 90 out and when we rolled the windows down we found it was cooler outside!  So I explained the problem expecting an appointment next week but the gal said Oh, no-  That's an EMERGENCY so bring it right in!  Well, now.  OK.  I begged off until this morning and I have a new Mini loaner in the driveway right now, for free, until they call me, maybe Tuesday.  

    Of course today was the day I was going to do some prep for the family coming this afternoon for the weekend, so once I got home that's what I've been up to.  Rhubarb Strawberry Pudding Cake.  Salmon and Asparagus.  Salad with roasted i=onions and Bleu Cheese dressing.  I desperately need a whole night's sleep.

    I got some bad news from a doc I've been waiting for, and then I sat down on the couch and Molly looked at me with only the outside half of her eyes-  like she was a demented doggie from Rosemary's Baby!  Weirdest thing imaginable, that third doggy eyelid was fully extended.  I called her vet right away and they think it's a reaction to the latest eyedrops so she's off them now until I can see her eyes in total again.  
    Happy Birthday Molly (that's not really her, but those are the cupcakes I am thinking of making for her to (not) eat!

    End of my whining, at least for today.  Lets see some art:

    From afar, this globe looks like any other, but upon closer examination you can see that the surface is made up of thousands of matchsticks! NYC based artist Andy Yoder spent 2 years recreating the satellite images of the Earth during Hurricane Sandy. He hand-painted each of the matchsticks to achieve the perfect pigment, then glued them one-by one to a frame made of foam and cardboard inside a plywood skeleton. Don’t get pyro-happy from all the matches though, Yoder’s last step was to coat the entire globe in flame retardant, so this work will never go up in flames.

    Science student Hugo Germain (aka. Graphonaute) is just 18 years old, but crates animations and visual effects that seem well beyond his years. Though animation is not his primary focus, Germain spends his spare time mixing live action footage with various 3D tools to create quirky visual effects and experiments.

    And now an ode to Ceramic Squirrels:

    And another Rabbit Pffffffft
    A Good Good Friday to you too.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

bonaventure tipperary trinidad

Today I am not feeling too well, Thai food didn't even tempt me last night, so instead of showing you arty stuff, I have a bunch of JUMPIN' videos.  This sure makes ME feel better, hope it entertains you too, at least for a few minutes.  You may get bored in some of them, some may have really loud audio-  proceed with caution, and move right along through the ones you can laugh with and be amazed!

And finally, a way to never have to jump again (should you be asked):

(I hereby promise to put 'The Lost' in mothballs.  Thanks of the comments.  I'll stay away from this subject matter for awhile and concentrate on sunny and upbeat whether that's what happening or not.  Remember first that I AM a happy person.)  Now, go JUMP!

bernstein capacitor standeth

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. 
(often attributed to Ernest Hemingway)

Spent the day 'recovering' from my night of carousing around here.  I'm too old for this.  i did manage to get back to sleep for a few hours but by tonight, after a day at Costco, I'm ready for the couch.  But instead we're waiting for our friends to pick us up for some Thai food.  I love this place but sure could forego the evening and sit with my new pack of sardines for dinner.  (Yeah, I overbought)  Anyway, I was talking to a friend and was whining about how nobody commented on the Serial Killer quilt.  Hell, I even sent it to my little gang of seven and only one of them replied.  So, I'm gonna take the bull by the horns and post it again, now, here, and BIG.  
There.  NOW will you say something?  I can take it, just don't want to be sending it around being rejected over an over-  perhaps you have suggestions?  I'm open!  Hey, I've been doing stuff like this forever and need to explore why!  Help me.

UPDATE:  Hmmm, so it's been suggested to me to add a bit of verbiage to this, so here goes:
Serial Killers have always fascinated me but because what they do is so heinous while the victims get lost in the publicity.  Women are many times ‘local prostitutes’ or some hapless old farmer.  Most are carefully chosen for their helplessness or invisibility.  The outside border is a bunch of famous killers (since I had 40+ on my computer from doing the Serial Killer Book, it didn’t take long to print them out on old shreddy curtain fabric (Nate Berkus for Target).  The girls are two innocent victims, found after a hunt for them in a pastoral setting-  the night sky and snow in the trees speaks of their lonely shallow graves.  The quilting pattern was done from the back following a floral design and it takes over the girls like root systems do.  The blue, leftover from a solar printing day, is the tarp that these killers wrap their victims in  And THERE YA GO. 
If you ever hear of a Serial Killer Show I’m your gal.  Meanwhile, from the book last year I got many comments on how other folks are fascinated by the pathology too so I know I’m not alone.  No killers in my past, no incidents or close calls here, just a weird interest in how these people come about and how they return again and again to killing for pleasure while hiding in plain site.

Too busy with Costco today to get to the studio, but I hope tomorrow I can spend a couple of hours, then back here to cook a few things in advance for the kids coming Friday.  It will be a short visit, but that's better than no visit, eh?  Last night I made a giant bowl of granola and tonight I mixed up some oatmeal cookies but used the granola from yesterday instead of straight oatmeal-  dough tastes yummy-  I'll stick it in the refrigerator and bake it off tomorrow.  I DO NOT want to spend the weekend in the kitchen so doing stuff ahead feels good.  
Now, lets get to some things we need to look at.  First off, I saw that James Franco has done a whole Cindy Sherman thing, disguising himself as his subject for photography, but it's a giant fail from what I saw.  I thought it pathetic enough that I won't even post a picture-  I'm sure you can find one if you don't look too hard.  Like a turd.

Toronto-based artist Jess Riva Cooper created this haunting collection of ceramic busts called her Viral Series as part of an artist residency last fall at The Kohler Factory in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. The pieces seem to lie at the peculiar intersection of life and death, as it should be given her inspiration behind the sculptures. Cooper shares about the Viral Series via email:   “In my art practice I integrate colour, drawing, and clay to create installation-based artwork. I investigate fallen economic and environmental climates in regions such as Detroit, Michigan, where houses have become feral, disappearing behind ivy, trees and Kudzu vines that were planted generations ago. In my sculptures, the world sprouts plant matter. Colour and form burst forth from quiet gardens and bring chaos to ordered spaces. Nature reclaims its place by creeping over structures. Wild floral growth subverts past states, creating the preternatural from this transformation.”

Colorado-based art director Suzanne Heintz decided she had enough of her mum asking when she was going to settle down and get married, so she went ahead to buy herself a mannequin husband and daughter. It’s a hoot looking at Heintz’s insanely huge grin as she poses for these gorgeously staged holiday snapshots with her pseudo family.  Genius.  I wonder if this got them off her back.

‘Piipshow’ is a three month long live broadcast of a bird feeder in Norway that looks like a trendy coffee shop. Instead of macchiato and cappuccinos, this cafĂ© serves up nuts and seeds. Different customers come in during the day, most of them avian, including a Nuthatch, a Blue Tit (not THAT kind of tit), a great tit (not THAT too), and a Bullfinch. Sometimes the occasional squirrel thieves drop in too.The live stream project was the idea of photographer Magne Klann, in collaboration with Norwegian broadcaster NRK and model maker Lars Aurtrade. You can watch the Piipshow

OK, I found a studio assistant.  He doesn't talk much but collects dropped pins like a champ