Sunday, January 15, 2017

interfere counterproposal interference

“Shock value only lasts so long.” (Robert Longo)


squirrel party coasters, perfect for your nutty friends


I know, I am negligent in keeping this up these past few weeks BUT I have screwed up and time has flown unrelentingly by and I don't know which end is UP these days!

But the Good Things that happened include the finished kitchen in the tiny condo-  all except the switch plates which arrived in Florida for me to stick in my next trip suitcase.  Still have to find a handyman to finish the molding around the open edges of the countertop, but I don't care enough to sit there looking for handymen.  Hopefully I will find somebody before I go back and if he also paints, he gets a bonus!  We will keep our eyes open the The Guy.

Anyway, I flew home to FL on Friday, unevernt=fully, since my kids were in the real of the plane coming for MLK weekend.  As soon as we arrived they started stripping down in the car to go swimming!  It really wasn't all that warm, but in they went like little salmon squealing and spashing around.  My daughter gave me a blow up pool float for my birthday that I haven't had the cojones to blow up but we did it finally:



Yeah, it's a giant 7' Palmetto bug, aka cockroach.  The kids are loving it, but it's still a bit off-putting for me-  I think it's the antennae.  I don't know.
Other grandkid prefers the giant 6' slice of watermelon, probably because her suit is the same color and I told her it's like she is camouflaged as a watermelon!

Today we visited the Loggerhead Sea Turtle rescue and sat through an entertaining and informative talk with Dr. Logger.  He had skulls from lots of different species and taught us about their teeth and flippers.  Walking out past a window like they used to have at the Dairy Queen, we looked into the actual hospital and watched a pretty small-  maybe 18"- turtle get his shell repaired and bandaged.  They apparently take these guys to the local hospital ion they need X-rays or CT scans.  They cover them with a sheet on their gurney so it doesn't freak the human patients...  Cool afternoon, and whole heading back to the parking lot we saw 4 different borrows of land tortoises, which they don't treat there but apparently stick them in the area where they stay.

Ode to Geometry

Then I made a giant birthday cake for the kids since I won't be in Boston for either party this and next month.  I've lost my frosting mojo but the chocolate cake was might fine.

*I*am*exhausted*, haven't left the kitchen in 3 days except for the turtle hospital.  It's 7:35 now and I would love to race out and rent a hotel room for a good night's sleep

  Life goes on in spite of the unbelievable choice some people made politically.  It won't be a day of excitement and possibility for me, instead a day or trepidation and fright.  But I voted and I tried, this all just sucks so I will find new murder mysteries on my podcast list and stick my head back in the sand for the next 4 years. And hope it's over soon,  Enough whining, lets hit it for the ARTY PARTY









In this fun illustration series, India-based artist Rohan Sharad Dahotre utilizes photographs of wild animals and applies a variety of fanciful costumes. 



Warning!  Professional Hazard!



Aiming to get back on the horse and POST!  

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

cottonwood cottony cotty

“A man who limits his interests, limits his life.” ~Vincent Price


Racial harmony.  Why can't we all be squirrels?


Here I am in Boston still, yesterday it was SIX degrees and I had to actually go out early to get to the New England Quilt Museum to hang our crit group show.  Thought I would die with every breath, but I guess the Buffalo genes took over and I wadded my scarf over my nose so it wouldn't freeze and break off.

We took over the whole museum, and one of our members had taken it on as her project and had it all planned out and measured and designed so it went together pretty easily.  I pretty much stayed in my little room to reassemble the 'Autobiography' tower which took all morning.  Occasionally someone would poke their head in and help thread the 200+ cut up quilts on the tube, but basically it was my baby, all six boxes of it.  I will be so glad to have it gone for the next four months and hope it hits a few people on the need to clean out your studio, clean out your mind!  But since I have worked with these women forEVER (they say 30 years, I say closer to 40 for the core group), it was way fun to revisit all their work from the beginning on up to now.  They did have fun seeing my old stuff cut up and we had stories and memories while assembling.

please touch no matter what they say.

'Autobiography Addendum' (in progress)  I guess I never got to a final picture as I was in a hurry to get it in a tube to send on.  Oh well.

Carol and her husband David did a marvelous job on our book too, and now that it has the last piece, a picture of the 5 of us together, it is at the printer and we have an official ISBN number! She included sections for all of our individual work, biographies, and a  writeup on the history of the group.  She got an opening statement from Jenny Gilbert who was the director of the NEQM for the years we were all actively involved, making more quilty quilts before we mostly took off in different directions.  In fact I think that is one of the most interesting things about the show-  how different our trajectories have been!   And yup, the books are available-  call me and I'll tell you who has them. 

The show is up until the end of April, our artist's panel is April 22, and that is well out of the winter season so I hope, if you're in the area, that you stop by to see the the wonderful work.  I guarantee it won't be 6 degrees...


Some worthwhile taxidermy-  perhaps wonderful in a dentist office?
Or maybe he was caught stealing some cow's private stash area.


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OK, enough.  Wanna see some ARHT?  (Hey, I'm
in Bahst'n an thats how we tawk!)





Several years ago, the Brooklyn sculptor Shari Mendelson turned to ancient glass and ceramic containers as a conceptual anchor for formal ideas, material explorations, and art-historical references. The artist had for some time been making three-dimensional constructions out of various plastics; her primary material is now high-density polyethylene, the plastic currently used for most beverage containers. Artifacts, a stunning exhibition of about two dozen elegant, gently humorous, and very smart riffs on the vessel tradition, opened last weekend at Todd Merrill Studio.


What I am working on back in the studio-  this coming Saturday.  This is the base, yup, another drop cloth.  You will be amazed and delighted when you see what I've done...maybe.  It's going to be a hurricane when it's finished, and I will show you the progress as we go.  If anybody is doing a hurricane show, call me:

Back to our regular schedule next week, hang in there with me?


Thursday, January 05, 2017

vivo cougar vixen

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.” (James Joyce)


more very odd squirrel taxidermy discovered by an old friend


I find myself in Beautiful Downtown Watertown, just a half block from a trampoline gym, a BJ's Warehouse, a Super Stop and Shop, a Goodwill Dropoff Center and the Charles River across the street and down the banks.  Also, at the corner there's a Chinese Restaurant and a Subway.  Across the street is the best produce market in the area with the most amazing array of ethnic vegetables, homemade pastas, cheeses and imported hams.  I am not starving here, for sure.  If I drive across town there are probably 10 Armenian markets. And finally tomorrow I have the electrician coming with a cord called a pigtail to plug in my stove so I can boil an egg.

We arrived yesterday afternoon and took a cab to the lawyers to sign wills-  both dead and living- because we are of that age.  I was dragging a giant suitcase in and out of office buildings and freezing cold from the city wind tunnels down the streets. We got a second cab to the condo, and changed to go met friends for dinner, went down to the garage and found the car dead.  So I decided to try out my Uber App.  It said I would have a cab in 8 minutes, but after standing in the rain, getting soaked and mad, TY called his own cab after a half hour.  We were late, needless to say.  This morning was taken up with calling the tow truck, and greeting the AC/heat guy for a maintenance call.  At which point TY AND THE CAR took off for a meeting and lunch while I installed the backsplash in the kitchen.  Fortunately at the end of the day I got to go see Glorie, my 2 month old grand baby.  Worth the wait, she is a squishy little thing with a bobbing head and funny smiles, in short adorable.

So, I have a week here before returning to Florida.  The weekend ahead is busy seeing family and neglected friends, then it's off to Lowell to hang and assemble the show that opens next Wednesday.

IF i can carve out some time I am dying to get to the  Fuller Craft Museum down in Brockton whereI have a piece, and also up to the Peabody Essex where there is a shoe show which will be joined in a few weeks with a traveling costume and clothing show from the V&A.  My daughter was there today and texting me every 6 minutes in her excitement.  She asked me to join her but I HAD NO CAR, dammit. And of course the other worthwhile thing to do in and around Boston is the New England Quilt Museum in Lowell where you can see a quarter century plus a few years  worth of my crit group's output- a diverse and creative a bunch or women I could ever be lucky enough to know.  Our show is there through April. GO!  




some of my old stuff leftover from college
Me, leftover from college!  Weird, huh?


So, I guess we need an arty part now, eh?  And maybe a beer.





Stemming from a past of ambitious collecting, photographer Christoffer Relander utilizes mason jars as vessels to capture the environments that surrounded him during his childhood in Finland. The project, Jarred & Displaced, utilizes double exposures shot on medium format film to combine pristine images of jars with black and white landscapes, collecting scenes shot within forests, neighborhoods, and on top of steep ridges. Each of the images is completely analog as Relander decided to eschew all digital processes for the series.  “With analog multiple exposures I’m able to manipulate my photographs in-camera,” said Relander to Colossal, “this project was not created or manipulated in an external software such as Photoshop.”









Monday, January 02, 2017

vivid orthopedic orthophosphate

Make voyages! Attempt them... there's nothing else. 


here we go again


THIS WHOLE HOLIDAY THING IS SILLY-  Starting at Thanksgiving it's one thing after another and it's exhausting.  I was so looking to today to get back into a schedule when I found out last night that because the real holiday, New Years Day, was a Sunday and Monday is an automatic day off.  Ridiculous.  Sunda was already a day off, lets get back to work!  (OK, that may be my farm workers Protestant-ethic grandparents attitude, but some things are just 'wrong'.)  This has forced me into delaying my packing and refrigerator cleaning and dog-readying projects to today and tomorrow.  Oh I know, it's all bull and so what if I need a prescription filled or new dog food for the kennel-  I am off to get it all done today.  And of course to spend some time on the new quilt at the studio.

Admittedly my clean-up goal before the New Year has fallen off the wagon-  I so much wanted to start with a clean slate, but instead the Muse visited and bit me and so what if I can't walk across the room without thread tangling around my ankles!  I always figure that the messier the studio the more I am thinking and that's the story I am sticking to.


And if anybody knows how to get encaustic drips off a cement floor please contact me.  They have been there so long that they are all black from attracting crap that has embedded itself-  very ugly.  I haven't tried crawling around on my knees with an iron yet, my knees are still good, don't want to wreck them!  And I don't care that much...

BUT, back up on the table, I have succeeded again in making something just big enough that it won't fit under the machine needle-  Sewing so far is completely by hand and I am now contemplating some swirl lines as quilting since it's about a hurricane after all.  Yesterday I made a couple of dead palm branches that came out so cool, but I need to stick them down and fusible isn't working well on the canvas background.  Looks like this might not be done for ages as I have to wait between sessions for finger-healing.  Drat.  I am my own worst enemy.  

But you already knew that.  

Guess that leaves me with only an ARTY PART to do before I get back to being productive.









Hmmm, seems I blew it on the last post-  there is a video in the Arty Part of Javier De Riba and his crew painting an Arabic design on the floors of a delapitated building.  Here are the stills that should have accompanied the video.  Spanish street artist Javier De Riba paints floors instead of walls, mapping out interlocking patterns in the style of intricate tiles. All of his pieces are created with spray paint and stencils, yet the resulting works are almost indistinguishable from the floors of traditional Catalan homes where he was raised. Typically placed in abandoned buildings, De Riba’s geometric patterns stand in stark contrast to the derelict walls that surround them, each painting breathing new life into crumbling architecture.





Wednesday, December 28, 2016

cough could ostensible


“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third, by experience, which is the bitterest.” (Confucius)


Cute and fluffy and mammalian, however, THIS 
is what has moved into my front door fountain with her (apparently) unmarried son.  I figure he's unmarried because he's only around mom about half the time.  Mom just sits there like a somewhat smaller and submerged version of Jabba the Hut.  She is the size of a pie plate.  If she wasn't poisonous I guess I would be more welcoming, but I am always in fear she will jump out and scare the dogs who will go after her.
And DIE.  Yup, a Bufo.

Sitting here all innocent yesterday when I remembered I need a tracking number for the stuff I sent off to the Show coming up-  never thought about it until now.  I went to the FedEx site and unbelievably they show the delivery as being Dec 22.  I say unbelievably because they picked up the stuff on the afternoon of the 19th- I an assumed Christmas packages would interfere, and only sent it ground because it isn't needed yet.  Two days-  wow.  When we drive from FL to Boston it takes us THREE days.  From now on I am shipping my dogs with them to save us all some wear and tear.

Ahh, but you know me well, the RUB here is that I opened the computer a few hours later to find a string of messages that the boxes arrived in terrible condition.  The museum sent me photos of just the tubes as they arrived:
I've used FedEx for years with no bad effects-  never had a problem until this where I end up with possibly NINE problems.  Fortunately the crew at the museum went in to check that they all arrived and they did, but tops are missing, tops fallen off, and the plastic has been torn through to expose the quilts in the 3rd from the left tube.  And also unfortunately they found a few things I guess I didn't notice-  a button falling off, one leaf still pinned, stuff like that.  But DO NOT WORRY, next week I will be there with a needle and thread and some clipping scissors so all will look pristine when you get there.  Damn.

Since I will be away from the studio so long I've been trying to put in extra time and managed to carve out a hole day today.  My fingers are bleeding from hand stitching into canvas, but I made good headway today.  I mostly got the fence strips in the background layer sewn down.  

printing, stenciling with metallic paints on old canvas

I was planning on finishing by next week but now it looks more like next month since I'll be gone for so long, then kids are arriving here for a long weekend.  Neither allow any studio time.  

Before you give out, I have a slew of geometry for our ARTY PARTY today!  Geometry is important because it's the only math that I ever got on with.  I am forever indebted.  Actually it was recently discussed that understanding planes and surfaces in space was a better indicator of intelligence than some dumb IQ test.  Yup, this doesn't get me any Mensa invitations, but I can sure enough make a triangle out of a tree.  (Err, got an eraser?)

You have to love these shapes, eh?  Gorgeous renderings ow out of copyright-yesss!




These guys HAND PAINT the geometric Arabic designs on floors in decaying buildings.





Once you’ve caught your breath this holiday season, you’d do well to visit the Schmidt Dean Gallery for the current Jane Piper (1916-1991) exhibition. The gallery’s light-filled, fourth-floor space seems fit for paintings that are as bright and full of life as hers.
Color is the organizing principle of Piper’s work, which builds upon the tradition of early Modernist painting. In “Untitled” (1961), a mid-career oil on canvas, she fills the space with small, kinetic squares of pink, orange, and green, which contrast with the yellow-tinged white marks surrounding them. Piper’s skill as a colorist shows in her ability to mute the white with the vibrancy of her color palette and the confident movement of her brush.