Sunday, November 23, 2014

pipes spate rebellious

“Laws are like sausages, it is better not to see them being made.”
~ Otto von Bismarck, b. 1 April 1815

Today I had to go to the mall so I could be overdressed (see above) on Thanksgiving-  I bought a new sweatshirt at great expense and hope the sleeves stay rolled up while I have kitchen duty.  Then tonight I washed my black jeans and packed my little bag-  don't need much for three days.  I also packed the dog's bag for boarding and that probably took a bit longer.  I wouldn't even need a bag except I found a couple of games and things to do with the two bigger kids, 4 and 6, to keep them out of everybody else's hair for a bit.  Anyway, that took half the suitcase.  

But the exciting thing going on here is that our cement is poured.  I visited it yesterday, took some pictures, then had to go to Radio Shack to find a cord to transfer the pictures to the computer-  who knows what happened to this one, I have about two others that don't fir this camera.  And I know that I'll find it now that I have a new one.  
My new garage

The great room

The kitchen and lanai

And the bedroom with bathroom behind it.  Don't just die of envy.  Bring your skateboard over and try it out. Or inline skates.  I don't know what happens next, but you can bet I'll be on the lot waiting for my guys to appear and tell me.  No, I didn't put my handprints in it, I got there too late, but something scurried across and is probably lamenting it's 'cement shoes' under some bush nearby.  Maybe a squirrel, but I hope not.  Maybe a rat, and I hope so!

Just one arty thing today, I'm in a time crunch tonight.

 Nasa Funahara, an undergrad from the Musashino Art University in Japan, owns a collection of 450 rolls of masking tape in every color and pattern available. I’m guessing that for want of storage space, she began using some of them to replicate famous paintings like Vermeer’s Girl with a Pearl Earring and Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. more
How she does it freehand with masking tape is already mind boggling, not to mention that each piece is about the size of a tatami mat which takes an entire laborious week to complete.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

wetly cashes philosophy

Growth as an [artist] and as a human being are synonymous. (Stella Adler)

Holy moly, I just got to the studio and drove by one of the open areas between the buildings and THERE WAS A FLORIDA PANTHER in mid-leap.  And a big white truck right behind him.  He was frozen in that leap so I zipped to my own building and ran back to see what in hell was happening.  Turns out there was a young couple moving her dad's taxidermy collection to storage, and what a collection it was-  all from his African safaris and she had accompanied him on a few.  She started pointing out some and knew where each came from and what it was.  There were perhaps 30 heads already in the storage unit and the full sized whole animals were coming out next.  I did wait for the bison head to be taken off just 'because', but this was extraordinary to see.

Except that she said her dad was older now, he was 72, and downsizing his house because of his age.   Oy.  Her husband wants to move all of them to their house but she kinda rolled her eyes at me and said it isn't going to happen.  Oh, and it wasn't a Florida panther, some other kind of mountain lion I missed-  but taller than I am.  And that's my news of the day.  Who says living in an industrial park is boring.

I worked on the blasted ATCs and got a few more fused up and ready to go, shoot me in the head if I ever say I'll do this again-  I have too much else I WANT to be working on.   They will probably reprimand me for no stitching'.  I'll let you know.

Here's the show where I got the second prize in painting.  I will go visit it Monday to see what in the world else they call painting!  But hey, I'm not going to argue, a prize is a prize is a prize and if it's a Painter they want, I'll BE the painter!

All this Buffalo news now about their incredible snow storm has me thinking about my childhood.  Back then we lived across the street from a Girl Scout camp which was empty except for a few weeks in the summer.  I admit it was somewhat of a neighborhood hang out-  in the spring there was a huge field of tiny wild strawberries and there would be five or six of us lying on our bellies grabbing every little red morsel in reach.  The lake was also there, the other side of the town swimming and park, so it was private and had a couple of docks where we could canoe to or swim off, naturally without our parents having a clue where we were.  

The lake wasn't very deep so it would freeze early in the season and we would ice skate in the cove.  It was never my 'sport' because my hands and feet would swell up to twice their size as soon as I got cold, sometimes unable to get the damn skates off so I would have to walk home crying with pain.  The solution was for my dad to flood the back yard, and I remember thinking that was the coolest thing-  and yesterday I found a how-to to do it but I swear it was in my yard!
He set boards in a rectangle  over the lawn, then laid poly over the whole thing.  he worked at a seed company and had a huge roll of it as I remember.  All that was staked down and somewhat leveled, and the hose was pulled out to fill it.  It took forever, but that night was cold enough to freeze it solid, so the next morning we were out there going full speed for about 20 feet before crashing into the boards.  Forced me to learn how to turn, but a season of this was enough to end my future plans to be a headliner in the ice capades.  Every day after school we would skate, crash into each other, and end up in a fight until my fingers were too painful to do anything but go inside.  Doctor told me I had an allergic reaction to the cold and the Rx was to STAY INSIDE.  Sigh.  

I still hate the cold, can't get warm, and have the amazing experience of never missing a nor'easter when I go to Boston to see the kids.  Without fail.  And I'm leaving Monday.

Kind of a Seascape today-

 New York-based artist Mary O’Malley (previously) continues her fantastic amalgamations of porcelain dishware encrusted with ocean life titled Bottom Feeders. Like any object resting on the ocean floor, her sculptures have become increasingly swarmed by flora and fauna over the years, with some of her most recent pieces appearing wholly consumed by coral, seaweed, crustaceans, and tentacles. O’Malley creates everything you see by hand, the teapots and other dishes are thrown and hand-built porcelain, to which she adds sculpted wildlife coated with red iron oxide

CATHERINE MCEVER   My early experiments with stitching seaweed began over a year ago (see Seaweed Experiment: Stitching Seaweed) and addressed a very basic question: Can you stitch seaweed? Continuing the process has depended on securing seaweed from the beaches of Monterey Bay, which has required learning about seaweed season, tides, and transport and storage issues. This round of experiments involved a steep learning curve; some things worked, some things didn't. This post offers a look at the first of two seaweed creations I'd like to share.Stuff You Can't Have: seaweed

This is ALMOST a squirrel, a license plate Teddy sent me the other day-  read it..get it?  
Love it!

desultory three vultures

"The science of design is the source and essence of painting, sculpture, architecture. Sometimes it seems to me that all the works of the human brain and hand are either design itself or a branch of that art." (Michelangelo)

It's a Hallelujah Day today, they are actually pouring our concrete, and the Laugh of the Day is it's being done by BIG JOHNSTON Concrete Company.  Proof is in the puddin', as they say:
The big mixer backed up to the huge crane-thing that pumps it through hoses and out into the foundation, like this:

Here they are putting it into the second garage where TY will keep his toy, but anybody else would keep a golf cart.
And it's been raining all day, these guys are wet through their clothes but they finished it up and I'll get over there tomorrow for the next installment.  I know there will be many days with no visible changes, so I get excited at these things going on!

We had a meeting at the window place this morning and the only windows I liked were double the price of the ones I'm getting.  They all looked so colonial...  But we also found a great steel door there so up a step, down a step every day.

Other than that I got nuthin' to report.

Oh yes I do-  I got a Second Place in the Watercolor,Paint, and Mixed Media category of the show I am in here-  and I got the award for a quilt.  Go figure.   Granted it has some spray paint on it but no way would I have stuck it in that category.  I guess they didn't have an 'Oddities" section?  I haven't been to the show basically because I didn't know the opening was last night and they would have called me up for the award and made a fuss.  And instead I made up a batch of leftovers here and we watched another section of 'The Killing' until we were spent with the emotions they slam on us.  

Now, Officially, I don't have anything else.   See you tomorrow.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

cameron revolt harvested

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.
Live the life you have imagined." 
~ Henry David Thoreau

Back in Building Mode here.  I continue to go to the lot and snap pictures whenever the camera allows me.  I've been down to buy a new phone but the new ones have less capacity than the one I have that's full so I am waiting for a bigger capacity.  I can get one mailed to me BUT the dates they aim for are the two weeks I will be here and there and not available to accept a package.  So, I wait to order the new phone until I will at least be around!  But today I got two pictures taken before it balked.  These are tres exciting-  hold your hats on:

I know, I know, you're so jealous, right?  Bet you wish you owned a whole bunch of 2x4s wearing orange hats.  Yesterday they finished the rebar and whatever it is pounded through the plastic to ready it for the concrete tomorrow.  I was right, they had to delay it for the weather for a few days.  So, today we went to talk to the window guy and it took a long time because we discussed each and every $%^&* window in the place.  We had to make some changes in a few but I don't think anyone will care.  Some are bigger, some smaller, and we made the giant picture window in the shower stall disappear.  Tomorrow I have an 8 AM appointment back with the guy to show me his samples-  not a problem since he is located a few doors down in my studio Industrial Park.  Lucky me.  

Meanwhile the floor guy gave us an estimate for the entire house, so we put that fire out and he resubmitted for just the rooms we want wood and the staircase.  

And the most exciting thing is that after the meeting we went down the street to Rocco's Tacos for lunch and mojito, something I am quite unaccustomed to so don't judge me!  In the bathroom stalls they have little framed movie screens where they show Jack Black in some Mexican comedy about wrestling.  I missed the good parts because I had to get back to the mojito.

The thing is Rocco's has the most amazing chandeliers-  many armed things with giant metal stars at all the ends.  The main room was all amber lights, the smaller room was all white lights in the stars.  Both of us loved them but don't have a source in Mexico so we grabbed the manager and he gave us a name we will follow through with.  I should have saved my 1 photograph for the ceiling instead of the bathroom movie.

 This collection of stones by Yoran Morvant. Morvant is is an architectural draftsman by trade. The lines on these stones are carefully drafted by hand, forming sequences of layered patterns. You can see more stones by Yoran Morvant here 

Back in 2009, Italian designer Giuseppe Randazzo of Novastructura released a series of generative digital “sculptures” that depicted carefully organized pebbles and rocks on a flat plane. Titled Stone Fields, the works were inspired in part by similar land art pieces by English sculptor Richard Long. As the images spread around the web (pre-dating this publication entirely) many people were somewhat disheartened to learn the images were created with software instead of tweezers, a testament to Randazzo’s C++ programming skills used to create a custom application that rendered 3D files based on a number of parameters.Fast forward to 2014, and technology has finally caught up with Randazzo’s original vision. The designer recently teamed up with Shapeways to create physical prototypes of the Stone Fields project.  How cool is that!

And finally, a Thanksgiving dinner for the Hamster Family.  Looks like they ordered a chef for the day.  (Hamsters are allowed to fill in for squirrels occasionally.)