The much dreaded art writer for the Minneapolis StarTribune visited my place today and I'm alive to write about it.
Actually now that we are both quite old I suspect we are able to tolerant one another. Though my friends in New
York have nothing good to say about Mary!! But it's like in a 12 Step Program change what you can and know
what you can't change ie. final outcomes. If I ran the schools the sign on the wall would say --
Drinking Alcohol KILLS BRAIN CELLS .
God bless Rihanna! I recall some advertising copy for a book by Simon Reynolds to wit < Pop or a better world you can't have both> it stuck in my mind for several years now . As for Americans pop does seem the choice, besides how would make this world better? Meanwhile pop music gives us pleasure and food for thought, maybe not the best food but something to chew on. The domination of pop by Hip Hop is amazing given where it started not too long ago.
My taste for blogging has waned of late, however I do want to send everyone the latest on my survey show coming next month at Walker Art Center. I found the new calendar magazine at the museum Saturday with my pony painting on the cover, that made me very happy. The print job is so beautiful best I've had even better than Penthouse Magazine painting I got paid for, very precise very delicate and jewel-like colors.
Gout my old friend gout a symptom of the season. Not a malaise a walker and biker expects later in life? But eating regular;access to food creates different outcomes, security and a bit o'lard. So be even Picasso was a bit of a tub and Matisse was huge. Rothko big as a truck! I could go on, history tells us that gout is a disease of the eaters not the starving. Off course this food followed severall years of scarce food. food shelf food art for food food.
Sam has been traveling and was here last week. He lives in Boulder,CO. He likes the climate and the mountains and he likes his job. He's working on web design as best I can tell. He was a bit heartbroken his long term relationship had given out. He's a very loving man, he helped me even when he was tiny he is very strong. Our family is strong and a bit off center. Anyway it was a treat to have Sam here really a gift. It's November that both my younger boys are born, really snowy cold Novembers in 1983 and 1985.
This painting was made on a storm window. It's painted in oils on a storm window an acquaintence of mine traded for it several years back. The work dates from the mid 1980's when I began a long spell of sexual imaging. I was in mid-divorce from my 2nd wife and pissed as much at myself as at her. She was 14 years younger than me and at times it seemed like much more that that time and wisdom wise. The break-up was sort of inevitable given our differences and our different desires.
Kate Iverson (illustration thumbnail) - My wife Pam and I painted portraits of Kate a couple weeks back and posted them to Facebook and our web sites since. It's always fun to add to our gallery of mugs. I put up our double portrait Pam's portrait of Kate is to the left of mine the bigger painting. This is a bit of an experiment to see if I can get these jpgs to both appear. I was more technical years ago when Max and Sam were children (my sons ) now I feel the technology has eclipsed my abilities to deal with some of it.
A little soire' at Henne frame shop hoping to get the French connection for show in Tours. You never know Sean Smuda has some very good techniques for wooing the patrons to see mutual interest and support for the local denizens of both cities. I was very happy to do Sean's window last year, it was a very different experience than most of the shows I've done. Sean is a person who knows something and still he gets around. I put two pictures in this show bright colored and mostly normative as art. Not pornography or tease art but some higher aspirational stuff.
What is a blog what would it be by another name? It has a daydreamy aspect like a diary that isn't private writ large.
We are a culture that feeds on secrets. Not just information but rather raw data unexamined by one one even the writer.
We love nothing so much as to jump to conclusions. To think the worst is the best the most chic the most neonihilistic edge.
I always resisted a diary form but ultimately some of my notebooks have representational resemblance to events in my