On the Horizon:

There is a huge art-purge looming.

In the past, I have been known to commit desperate acts of purging.
There is something freeing about destroying pieces of ones self. (Watch the film: "The Carboard Bernini")
I dunno what that's about.
You can engage your own mind in
any sort of ensuing psycho-babble about that
you want, I just don't have time or energy to
waste on it right now.

This time, because the particular items in my way are not
able to be lit on fire, or destroyed with scissors as in years past,
and, because I have been advised that destruction is stupid, I am
going to throw these items up on my website, Facebook, and maybe another place
with a starting bid of $35 to get rid of them so I have room to make
more art.

These pieces are large, and heavy glass.
They can NOT be shipped.
They represent a transitional period in my own
journey through art and painting specifically.

Due to recent (and what will become chronic) physical limitations on my part, I will not be making glass art of this size anymore. They are large enough to be too heavy for me to move from one venue to another easily, and they are simply in my way. I have been told to not let them go for less than $200 ea. But I have no venue to market them in right now and my studio is too far off the beaten path to attract routine tourist/pedestrian traffic.

So in order to press on creatively, I need to move these larger pieces.

Details to follow.

EPILOGUE:

No. in the end I decided to smash them all with a hammer and send them off in the trash.

Studio Open and New Series: "Bottles"

This is a composite of 7 pieces just prior to being finished.
Finished pieces coming soon.
Art studio will be open this Saturday Noon - 6ish.
Studio located at 410 East Cascade Ave, Suite B.
(Next to the Old Charter School, at the end of the grassy lawn.)

Important Painter/painting.(to me anyway)

...is that of Maurice de Vlaminck.

I was trudging through the Orsay of an afternoon, as only one can trudge after having spent the better part of a day gazing upon the greats of art history.

I passed into a small room, a window on the opposite wall.

I walked toward it and gazed at the art on my left and right.

Then I turned completely around to face the wall behind me...

...all of the air was sucked out of my body and my brains leaked out onto the floor as I took in the conglomeration of all of my favorite colours: red, yellow, orange, fuschia, all contained in one single master work : "Bougenville" is what I *think* it is called.

I was able to stand mere inches from it. I could see every single brush stroke. It was like my mouth and brain filled up with the taste of butter.

Anyway, I stumbled across this painting recently, in a book I purchased at the Orsay simply because it had an image of this painting in it. I was reminded of all those things that once inspired me. All of the hot colours that make me want to breathe again.

Words to live by every day...

by Ira Glass:

Thanks to J Ryd for sharing this.

This is not my art

When Jesus wasn't looking, the neighbor kids flipped the signs around.

(In retrospect we all sat around scratching our heads, asking ourselves
"What the Heaven happened to that nice couple?")

Quick Pencil Sketch while at work

This is a coloured pencil sketch I did at work last week while we were slow. Just for fun, to remind myself of how I used to use pencils years ago. I remember now that I like coloured pencils....but this didn't scan so well for some reason. The original is FAR more vibrant and less...uh...funkified/pixilated and gross.

Anyway, I remember why I liked coloured pencils. :o)

1 hour of bordeom yeields predictable result.

There was a children's sized chair propped on the counter, on hold for a customer today. So we close at 5pm. At 3:45 I was looking for some interesting thing to do, having swept and done all that can be done etc, I found myself waiting on the clock to get to 5pm. So I slapped out a quick-n-dumb line drawing of the nearest thing to me which was the little chair. Dumping it into photo-shop I noticed what a combative stance the little chair had. I gave it an opponent and they engaged in the first High Desert Furniture Brawl ever depicted in any sort of media.

1 hour of boredom = Chair Fight.