Thursday, July 05, 2012

Emancipate Flank Awoke

I know, this is probably not necessarily YOUR feeling on donations of art, but it's the one I've come to believe in.  I spent years 'giving it away' to anyone who needed a donation for an auction, for a cause, for anything that came along.  I felt like a good do-be.  But at some point I realized that the pieces I donated were not bringing in the value I had intended for the cause.  No, I wasn't looking at an inflated value, but when a worthy organization solicited a $1500 quilt (wholesale price) and then sat on it for several years, I became realistic.  It did sell, but I heard about it only by accident many years later.  So, when I was telling my crit group my experience they all nodded knowingly and told me their policies on donations.  Ignore them.  Their advice: if you really want to support a group, send them a check.  And I've been doing that ever since.

While waiting for my car to be inspected recently, I visited the lovely ladies room in the gas station.  Here is what I found:
A side-view mirror nailed to the wall (which cracked it down the middle).  Classy place, eh?  IT was also nailed up there at 'man-height'-  I'm not that short, but all I could see was the top of my fuzzy head.  But frankly, while marooned in this place I didn't exactly need to apply lipstick, did I?

A bit of altered art:
 Boxer with a Pearl Earring

Really Last Supper

Food for Thought

A lot of people thought I wasn't doing anything because I was spending a lot of time socialising and going out, but I've always managed to get work actually done. Damien Hirst 
Not Stuffed Squirrel babies

I like fireworks as much as the next guy, BUT I also only like them when handled by professionals and out on a barge in the middle of the Charles!  Save this video for next year when the bozos you know start collecting for some 'pranks'.  This is hideous, don't watch it, because it was made by those bozos!

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