Or something quite like it anyway….
This is a piece I have been working on since May. I am calling it “Blocking The Pain”. Yes, I’m clever.
It is my first experiment in what would be officially classified as sculpture (I guess) but I still am having trouble with that, because as I see it, it is collage/acrylic on wood blocks. But if it ever graces the inside walls of a gallery, I know it will have to be put on one of these so people can look at all the sides, and that means it is sculpture.
I only have the top and this side completed as you can see.
But I am working on the other side (and of course the ends-but they are only in the idea stage) It is quite challenging thinking of all angles as opposed to only 2-D. And photographing these or this (because it is technically one “piece”) is going to be a challenge for me (as you can see)
And like always, my studio is a mess. I work in chaos, but its the only way the work gets done. I have tried being nice and orderly while working but it doesn’t work.
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Today on my stroll I was struck by the brilliant color across the land. Perhaps the humidity is low, maybe its always like this, maybe I was slipped some shrooms, I don’t know, but all colors were shockingly vibrant and I had to take some pictures of it.
I think the people driving by thought I was “simple”, while I was looking at this dumpster, then later taking pictures of it, but I think it is hard to argue about how crazy colorful it all is. You have the blue sky, the bright green trees and then this pristine red dumpster. Never mind the little yellow flowers that were hiding in amongst everything.
I am stocking up on these sights now before winter and its gray blanket comes to cover us.
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Today in my studio I am listening to Beethoven’s…
Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor, Op. 27, No. 2, Moonlight: III. Presto.
My Mom used to play this when I was younger and you could hear it outside while I played with my friends in the front-yard. And it was quite awesome to hear when I would ride my bike up the sidewalk on a warm summer evening. This was one of my favorites. I liked how dark, desperate and angry it sounded. The intensity was often overwhelming for me. Especially watching and listening my mother perform it. I always tried to be quiet when I came in the front door while she was playing this because I didn’t want to disrupt her, but I also wanted to see her play it. Sometimes I would cry walking down the hallway and yet had no idea why. I’m not sure she ever knew, but since she reads this, she does now. I think after you listen to the sample it may make more sense. Or not, and I was just loosely glued together all the while.
More... August 27, 2008 | | Views (7)
A couple things for today besides my fume being kidnapped, SORRY, hijacked…
1-Do not sing and act out the song you are singing while doing your collage, razor blade in hand. No, everything is fine here and nobody had an accident, but I realized what I was doing and decided that there was no possible way I could show up at the emergency room with a reasonable explanation for something that would probably need stitches, so I abruptly stopped it.
Dr: Now….you were doing what again?
C: I was singing to ABBA. And painting and doing my collage at the same time.
(pause)
(crickets)
(blinking)
C: I’m in a band…uh…too….
Dr: OH! Do you sing ABBA in it?
C: No. We sing all originals. That nobody knows.Or cares about. All they want to hear is Free Bird and something by the Eagles.
2-I’ll be “singing” tonight again at The High Noon Saloon, and I’m not sure how its gonna go because I have a stuffed up nose that I suspect was brought on by something dying in the air. As I get a little older, I suspect I may have allergies. My friend’s birthday is tomorrow and it was requested that me singing “Our Lips Are Sealed” would make this person’s birthday happy and complete. I suggested chocolate cake and paying for dinner, but it was insisted this is what they wanted. I’m quite flattered but also quite confused.
Here’s to hoping my band plays out someday soon.
I miss it.
August 26, 2008 | | Views (10)
This morning, when I checked my email, Claudian Wonyun sent me a very important alert (so glad she did too):
Subject: We have hijacked your baby
Hey We have hijacked your baby but you must pay once to us $50 000. The details we will send later…
We has attached photo of your fume
Oh, where to start. Did they really send this out hoping to get 50 grand? Is it working? Must be, ‘cuz I’m thinking about forking it over to get my baby fume back. I was wondering where my baby fume was this morning, but now I know it was hijacked. But rest assured the exact details of how it all went down are being sent later, so I guess I will just go ahead and send over a check. After all “they has” a photo of it.
What, you think that if I unzip the attachment I might get a virus on my computer or privy me to some hot porn? No! There is an honest to goodness pix of my fume in there.
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