I open the graffiti marked door and walk into to the studio building. I walk by storage spaces for our stuff. I walk past Rigo’s studio and the blackboard where messages are placed. I walk down the hallway past bikes, ladders, big paintings leaning against the walls. I walk by studio doors, the dog greeting me and I stop, and I look at a print that I’ve walked past for years without really seeing. I stop and look at No Easy Walk To Freedom, a print by Rigo.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rigo_23
Just saw the David Hockney show and remembered some drawings I sketched on my iphone when the app Brushes came out. It was fun to do, like, when you are waiting in line or you have some time on your hands – just take out your cell phone , or ipad and draw with your fingers or your thumb. Hockney draws with his thumbs. Thumbs have more range of movement than fingers so he has more options when drawing, than if he used his fingers. To all my American friends, on this Thanksgiving Day, Happy Turkey Day. Thank you for checking in sometimes.
Thinking about Richard Guest’s post Realm of Dusk http://thefutureispapiermache.wordpress.com/, collage of photographs. Thinking about David Hockney’s exhibit, The Big Picture http://hockney.famsf.org/, the way he experimented with different media. Thinking about Otto’s post http://munchow.wordpress.com/philosophy, trust in the creative process and find your own voice. And, thinking about a collaboration I did with Emily Hughes http://journeyofaphotograph.com/2013/10/08/night-train-to-sapa/ And, Karen’s creative glimpses into her world http://drawandshoot.me/ (I think we were putting together our posts at the same time) I snapped some shots with my cell phone while driving to San Francisco during rush hour. (Nope, I wasn’t driving.) This mélange is a quick capture of the traffic scene from 4 to 6 on November 14th 2013. Some images may be worth double clicking, like the abstract ones. The others? I was just clicking away with my cell phone. Just having fun playing around while spending a couple of hours in traffic !
When I was Two.
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
so I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.”
Wynton at the Fairmont by Carla Saunders
Probably no one will notice that I’ve been put under house arrest. I’m not Lindsay Lohan or Aung San Suu Kyi. All I want to do is go to the studio and paint, hang out somewhere and draw or take some photographs, even try writing a poem. My studio is neater than my room at home. There are three paintings at the studio waiting for me to complete. But, here at home there are bills to be paid, forms to be filled, magazines to be read or to be thrown away and piles of papers, books and ‘stuff’ waiting to be put someplace. We’ve moved a bookcase into my room. It’s empty. Books are in bags, piled on the floor. Papers are stacked in the bathtub. There is a tower of art that is about to topple. A soft white rabbit ready to pop out of a soft black top hat, sits by my computer. Legacy by Linda Spence is open on my desk.
Michael Ondaatje’s book, Coming Through Slaughter is on top of a pile of books somewhere in this room. Ondaatje wrote about Buddy Bolden a New Orleans cornet player in the early 1900′s. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fezzxFjcf This book is my all time favorite. It’s as if you are reading a poem, or going in and out of jazz improvisation or wandering through an abstract painting. Today and until I finish this room, time on all technical devices shall be limited (after I finish this post.) Permission is granted to go out to buy food or get some exercise. Maybe I’ll listen to some jazz while I get this place organized.
I received Emily’s photograph September 28nd 2013. Having followed her blog, from the beginning, I had often thought what would I do if I were asked to put together a piece for this collaboration.
Emily invited me to participate and I was sent the photograph to interpret from my point of view. My first thought was, I’m looking at a full moon at night viewed from a moving train.
I have been invited to participate in an online collaboration. Painting in the Woods, a journal of the progression of three paintings will be continued after this exciting detour. Meanwhile my poetry, photography, drawing and painting will be merged into a post which will be entered next week on Journey of a Photograph. Saying that, my post could be made up of something completely different by then. One word, an idea for a photograph or a brush stroke leads to another and you are off and running. My post could go through big changes by next week. For a look at how a group of highly talented artists have interpreted a photograph go to http://journeyofaphotograph.com/ I’ll see you there next week.
What has made this year’s America’s Cup truly breathtaking is the television coverage.
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The Cup is the oldest major trophy in sport… Pushed into a postmodern place
America’s Cup: Do you believe in miracles?
The epic battle over the past few days has been a major vindication of the vision of how to modernize the competition
A comeback for the ages
The greatest comeback in sports history
Amazing television? Check? Crowds on the waterfront? Check. Exciting racing? Check and double check
“I think about this regatta and what it means to sailing,” said Ellison. “I think it was absolutely spectacular. If a bunch of kids are inspired to go sail, I’m a happy guy.”