Sunday, January 31, 2010
It would have been a completely different and short post. I was tired and a little bit cranky about having to do anything at all that resembled crawling out of bed.
But I did.
And now I am back.
I wish I could tell you what happened in between, but legally I think it best to say that all ended well and I thank God. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you! And I promise to be more present and alert in the future.
January 31: Spray paint, Sharpie on Bogus Sketch. 18"x24"
This concludes month one of this project. I have to say, I thought I would be able to crank out large pieces faster than in fact I am able to. So far.
I can't say that the process has gotten routine. But it does show me that if I had more time, what things I could do. Faster.
I wonder what will happen next.
A journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step. -Lao Tzu
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sage has mastered a Duck tape wallet, I have requested my very own but as an artist, he needs time to create one for me. But tonight, sweet, there was a Duck Tape b-ball hoop. The net was so cool. And I can shoot a mean duck tape hoop!
Thanks Sage, what else you got?
As for me, I have this, tardy, but presentable:
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I am still processing. Surely there was something to learn. What judgment has crept into my experience?
I am still distracted, even now, here, with the comforting smell of mint tea, oil paint and sharpie.
Until then, I smile to myself at the very idea. And I made this for the occasion:
January 26: Sharpie and Uni-ball on 9"x12" watercolor paper.
I hope I don't hear country music tomorrow. I do not need a dog, a pickup truck or a cowboy hat..... Wait... I like dogs, and trucks. Okay just a couple songs. But no spurs.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
January 25: Spray Paint, Sharpie, Pen, Paint Pen on Recycled Bogus, 18"x24"
Standard crappy photo disclaimer applies.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
While I was walking, the moist goodness that is the Spokane river flowing by, I started thinking about Dr. Masaru Emoto and his work with water. Dr. Emoto is a Japanese author known for his claim that if human speech or thoughts are directed at water droplets before they are frozen, images of the resulting water crystals will be beautiful or ugly depending upon whether the words or thoughts were positive or negative. Emoto claims this can be achieved through prayer, music or by attaching written words to a container of water.
Positive & Negative Energy Effects on Water Crystals
I am hoping that our crystals are feeling good. There are some really cool stars in there!
And part of the day I found myself parked in a lot on the lake where there was a sign proclaiming it "Bald Eagle Viewing Area". I did not see anything in flight at all, but I was treated to a cadre of binocular bearing bald eagle watchers. And they were treat enough. Apparently bald eagles are attracted to khaki: khaki slacks, khaki vests, khaki floppy brimmed hats. And size does matter, I have never seen such large binoculars, hanging on wizened necks, craning for a glimpse of regal feathers. Ah, I love the passionate.
Surrender - "
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
So here you go, so I can go:
January 22: Uniball pen on Bogus recycled rough sketch. 4.5"x6"
So, off I go in search of a corkscrew, a cup and a new surface to deface. Now go away, I am not really in the mood to be watched (or share!).
As such, once again, I am tardy.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
So, in that vein, I pushed out a postcard today. Whom shall I send it to:
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I feel good now. Hours later, a glass of cabernet, a chat with a friend, vigorous petting of the yorkie, settled the body and mind.A good sleep will finish the job.
By the way, Nick fixed my heads. The van runs again. Jubilation for me was only bested by the intrepid mechanic himself. 30something and it was his first head job. Gad. But she purrs like a kitten so he must have set that gasket just right!
And, speaking of kittens... sure do miss having a cat around. And all the mice around just beg for a cat to make a good living here. I would call him something fruity like Magenta or Picasso(Pablo for short). And he would hang around in the studio and reflect my opinion in his eyes. In short he would be the king of intelligent cats. Of course. (Alcor, you are the Emperor of Intelligent Cats!) Sigh.
And, at the last minute:
Monday, January 18, 2010
January 18: Sharpie on Watercolor paper, 9"x12"
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
In the meanwhile I keep my smile affixed, my mouth shut and present this:
Friday, January 15, 2010
Boy do I need the weekend. So much catching up to do.
Last night I was crusing home and decided that since we had missed the gas station on the way to work, I would catch it now just before home. The best prices around here are at the Holiday station just down the street. At the 2nd stoplight before Holiday the truck did not like starting up again and chugged and jerked for a bit and I knew my stores of fuel were limited. I hit the next light on green so on I went. About three blocks away the truck stalled. I popped it into neutral and started to weigh my options. It will not start, I am still moving, the steering is hard as hell as are the brakes.
The car behind did not like me getting slower and slower and slower and finally whipped around. With one block to go, I was down to 20 mph and slowing. The truck has so much weight that in spite of all, I decided to move into the left lane, put on my signal and made a roll for the gas station.
Now, of course, since this is not my truck, I just prayed that the tank was on the drivers side. Then I rolled into the station. Being the cheapest around, it was nearly full. There are six pump stations and the first was full, the second, the third, (I am coasting on a wish while wrestling with the lack of power steering), the fourth, the fifth... all full. And viola, the sixth, the last, the mecca was open. I muscled the truck in, pushed the powerless brakes as hard as I could and we eased to stop at the pump. Whew.
Some how I always eek out a save. Thank you God!
I do love the new adventures everyday in 1HOE.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Nah, let's go with rhythm, discipline and the big pieces will come at their leisure.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Apparently the cold has a chilling effect on the ability of the drivers window to roll back up. Swearing at it profusely does the trick though. And some engine cleaning a while back endowed the windshield wipers with a mind of their own. Fast, erratic, stopping in the middle of the window, then to slow to a crawl. Awesome. But it keeps me alert! And the stereo: well, lets say the bass speakers are better than a spin cycle for enhancing my ride.
But the best part of the ride is the looks I get from the outside. The relentless ribbing that we give Calvin for his "1HOE" license plates is now a special treat that I get too! It took not too long for my work mates to call me on it and question its origin. I think the ladies at the DMV were trying to tell him something!
Now, here I am, all jazzed. One small piece today for my pleasure:
7"x8.5", Sharpie on White sketch paper. Metallic Sharpie makes its second, more subdued appearance.
Anyone know how to replace a head gasket?
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
On the trip back there were lots of stops to pretend I was cooling down. But as soon as I started, it took about 3 blocks to "Ding, I'm Hot!". It stalled about 1 mile from safety, at a stoplight. I put on my flashers, turned off the car, said a prayer and after a turn of the light, it started and home we crawled only to stall in the driveway.
So now all is well right?
The new airtight cooling system now left only one place to go, to the motor where the head gasket was already damaged. It looked like a steam locomotive. Awesome.
Shall I skip work? Shall I... what?
Calvin offers me his truck. His job is on the way to mine and we work nearly the same shift. So we carpooled.
The huge bass speakers behind the seats are amazing, if you like that kind of thing! Nice ride too: high, fast, loud. I wanted to cruise all day. But work called and I answered. I have to buy a gasket!
Day 12: 12"x9", Sharpie on Watercolor paper.
Monday, January 11, 2010
On the one hand, I like to say that the day is not really over, in spite of clock time, until I have gone to bed with that intention.
Secondly, somewhere in the back of my brain, the old commercial from Earnest and Julio Gallo: We will sell no wine before its time. Same with the art, if it ain't ready, it ain't ready.
Then I wondered exactly how old that commercial is, is there anyone in the world that would remember it. Am I remembering it correctly.
At any rate, I ran over the clock end of the day.(Again)
My wish again, really, really, is that you could see this in person, photos can not do it justice here. But it sure is visually stimulating!
Saturday, January 9, 2010
This took rather longer than I thought it might. No real plan does that sometimes.
I have a bigger one I want to finish by tomorrow. But I also have a big canvas, all primed and ready to go, standing by, waiting, less and less patiently.
So, to beat midnight. I go.
Friday, January 8, 2010
But now I am late again.
Day Seven: Uni-Ball on Bogus Rough Sketch. 9”x12”
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Back at work today, I emphatically saw the wisdom of working ahead on the weekends. Luckily I have some stock images I have played with before that I can whip out in a day.
(I hope I don't get too repetitious!)
At least, for now, this blog thinks all my ideas are fresh.
So now here I sit, eating dinner, casually thumbing my nose at the clock. Yeah, I got one, hold your horses.
Day Four: 8.5"x11", pen and sharpie on card stock. (Rather, poster stock - that is the back of a flyer.)
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
So, I stopped, regrouped, and decided not to think of the blog until now... Sitting with fingers poised.
Overall it is good, I tend to work best on art, or rather work my best art, when my mind is in a blank state. A peaceful, present, here-ness that ignores anything outside the movements of my hands, the colors used, the minute bleed of the sharpie tip, the warm sip of hot tea, repeat. As I putter around in a quiet state, the creative source comes in and takes over. I am a sharpie on gods canvas. Some days he just practices and some days he is inspired. I just enjoy the ride.
Now here is the second piece, started yesterday, sniffled over into the late night, hustled out early in the day, complete, but ripe with ideas for follow up.
So now I can move forward on the starts of others. Be a good steward of my dream. Build the discipline.
Plus I want to go sit in the dark, eat popcorn and watch a movie and I want to relax there.
My family all went to the gun show. Why?
So, without further ado: Day Two, sharpie on Recycled Rough Sketch, 18x24 inches.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Originally, as well, I thought the first day should be something extra special. Then a conversation about handicapping in golf gave me a new perspective and a more relaxed attitude to my day.
So, here is day one. Sharpie, on paper, 14”x17”.