Monday, April 06, 2015

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The Ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.
—Ogden Nash, “The Ostrich”

I think there is something wrong, I feel like I've been caught by the alligator wrestlers-  things are not right and I put in motion a few appointments to get it checked.  Which of course throws me all off until there is resolution.  Here I am, scared and tied up but still with the ace up my sleeve-

But life goes on whether you're at it or not.  Big day today-  actually went to the studio, ripped apart some old lampshades and cut out new fabric for them but the old ones had some chartreuse squares that showed through the new fabric so first I had to paint them.  If it ain't one thing it's ...  oh, you know...  Anyway I had a vet appointment so had to leave them drying and hope to get back at it tomorrow to finish up.  I'll just trim them off and cover with some black ribbon, easy peasy.  

In the ant department, there was some stuff to vacuum still, the ants run through the rubber gasket on the refrigerator door and dump their waste out there.  no evidence of them inside the refrigerator, just crap in the gasket.  But I'm going to spray again when I leave and see if I can get the last of them.  This is ridiculous, I feel like GhostBusters when I open the studio door, just need a hasmet suit.  

But back to the vet-  Poor Pepper was shaking like a leaf but dogged-up to get his rabies shot and I applied for his new tag, and by the time we got home there wasn't really enough time to do much.  I drove by the house and watched the guy putting the scaffolding in his truck, but didn't see any other action there today-  we must have to get more money on the table to proceed-  either that or we're wagon for the next inspection. I don't know.  Anyway I got home and fed Pepper and we got ready to go to the dog park.  As I was walking them before stuffing them into the car, he threw up his entire dinner.  he seemed fine thought so off we went.  Both dogs stuck to my legs and weren't into having any fun so we didn't stay long and they absolutely pulled me back to the car.  At least I got my cup of wine out of it.  So now they are sleeping and I am waiting for their last evening walk so I can sleep too!  

Let's see what I can dig out of the art vault today-  looks like it's glass sculptures:

Using carefully broken shards of colored glass, Polish artist Marta Klonowska assembles translucent animals in life-like proportion and size. Almost all of her sculptures are based on animals found in baroque and romantic paintings by such artists as Peter Paul Rubens or Francisco de Goya next to which they are often displayed.

Liza Lou, “Continuous Mile” (2006-08), glass beads, cotton, thread, made over a year with a team of Zulu women in Durban, South Africa. The stacked rope has 4.5 million beads and measures a mile in length.

Detail of Javier Pérez, “Carroña (Carrion)” (2011), blown glass chandelier, assembled, broken; taxidermied crows, wire, monofilament. The artist had the blood-colored chandelier made and then purposefully broken, a comment on the fading of the glass industry in Murano.

Katherine Gray, “Forest Glass” (2009), made of about 2,000 found machine-made drinking glasses

At front: Michael Rogers, “13 Crows” (2002), cast glass, lampblack, Japanese newspaper, glue, steel wire; below: Michael Rogers, “The Murmur of Bees” (2006), vintage wood-and-glass display case, engraved applied lampblack, embroidered cotton, cast silver bees; 

Dinglewood Squirrel plates

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