County Fair

 

Simple

Dust

Smiles

Dizzy

Tradition

Spangled with familiar faces and then...no

Rickety

Vintage

Peculiar

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Studio Dread Zeppelin

Handcrafted frame to reflect a blurred self.

 Do not dwell in the past,

Do not dream of the future,

concentrate the mind

on the present moment.

~Buddha~

My crown, well...one of a few of course.

Constant reminder. 

Cluster of inspiration. 

 Old and new with a view.

Shine on their own. 

 Another's reminder to stay on track.

 Ready and waiting.

A damn good find.

A wall of many nails for many things.

My crown, of course.

 Weekly Facebook Friends art challenges.

 Tools of nonverbal forms of communication.

 Mandala for the bum.

Much loved and appreciated.

 A Hawthorne shop impulse buy.

 Blue bubble vase keeper of cords.

There's always laundry.

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Since the discovery of Pandora years ago I've neglected to use the itunes library I so tenaciously built when I had my coffeehouse from 2003-2008. As I've been cleaning out my studio I've allowed it to run a muck playing a vast array of genres from AC/DC to The Violent Femmes spangled with Joni Mitchell and a little Reiki Chant or twelve. Bach and Karsh Kale and Dread Zeppelin also made their way into the mix, somewhat scattered but it all made sense.

Windows of the Mentally Ill

In the spring of 2012 I toured the Oregon State Mental Hospital

with my theory of art & psychology class.

We were told we were possibly the last public tour group

to pass through the underground tunnels and old buildings of the campus

before the new owners took over in June 2012.

I took many photos of the grounds and buildings.

I found the windows to possess a sense of entrapment

whether viewed from the outside in or from the inside out.

Most of them are from the abandon children's ward.

Although most of the furniture has been removed

there are still remnants of it's previous occupants

lying about.

I'm particularly intrigued with the views from

within the buildings, the perspective of a patient.

Below are three photos from inside the children's playroom...

The next is the children's solitary confinement...

A view from the play yard...

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Art? Science? Ethical? Interested? Click Here.

THIS IS IT.

This is my studio.

It's been a dumping ground 

for all art related material since we moved in last August. 

When fall semester began I used this space as storage 

and claimed the dining room table rather than utilize it 

as my creative working space. 

There was no time to organize it all while school 

was the main focus of my daily life. 

Well this is it...this summer...which should be now...

I will dig my way out of this treasure trove 

of art supplies and set the space and it's contents right. 

For the first summer in quite a while I am not taking classes, 

therefore I have no excuses for 

not having ample time. 

I'm pretty sure I'll require caffeine to keep the process flowing.

There's good stuff in here, it's all good actually 

but that's what hoarders say... right? 

The rest of my house is clear and free, 

this small space for my creative soul,

is tucked away through the laundry room 

and lays itself out so perfectly to be closed off and forgotten. 

It contains my third grade art of oil pastels 

I so carefully preserved in taped wax paper

 of Disney's Thumper and Hiawatha, circa 1973 

and a large box of colored pencils I got in Tempe, AZ in 1985 

when I attended Graphic Design school. 

At that time my hair was half shaven, 

dyed purple and black 

and I covered the windows of my 1981 Ford Mustang 

(a year that totally didn't count for anything in the Mustang world) 

with Bauhaus, The Decedents, Psychedelic Furs 

and  Siouxsie and the Banshees stickers. 

I also have on the shelf my Thesaurus from seventh grade 

of which all the "naughty" important words like penis are circled. 

Before finishing my spring semester this year 

a mentor at school suggested I create 

all summer using only what I have in this room. 

I may need more than just one summer.

Let's see what happens.

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Here's a little ditty you can play while 

cleaning the kitchen or making dinner for he family 

while reflecting on how cool you once were...

if you were as cool as I thought I was that is.

Sculpture & Painting

“Most people are on the world,

not in it

having no conscious sympathy

or relationship

to anything about them

undiffused,

separate, 

and rigidly alone

like marbles of polished stone,

touching but separate.” 

John Muir

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A whole lotta gazin' goin' on.

W. S. MERWIN

Sight

Once

A single cell

Found that it was full of light

And for the first time there was seeing

When

I was a bird

I could see where the stars had turned

And I set out on my journey

High

In the head of a mountain goat

I could see across a valley

Under the shining trees something moving

Deep

In the green sea

I saw the two sides of the water

And swam between them

I look at you

In the first light of the morning

For as long as I can

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Experimenting with the gaze
in watercolor and acrylic
at a 30" x 40" scale.

It's a good start.

Embracing the behavior of
watercolors
deserves more exploration.
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This is a good example...

how wrong - blossom - midnight city

how wrong it is

for a woman to

expect the man

to build the

world she wants,

rather than

to create it herself

-Anais Nin

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