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06
Nov
16

…be counted on to stand up.

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Although this quote by Chuck Jones was written  in January of 1961, it is particularly pertinent to today.

“Today, we cannot envisage a protected world that does not include them all, and so [my] hope this year to all people everywhere is for a future–sheltered by the stars, sweetened by clean air, and above all fostering a climate in which no man can be commanded to stand up and be counted–but where every man can be counted on to stand up.” –Chuck Jones

27
Mar
16

use a bigger brush

met an esteemed doctor of neurology the other day when we interviewed him for a work project about creativity.

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after we were through, he asked me if i painted. when i demurred and said, “not often, i have to think too hard about it.” he said, “use a bigger brush.”

a piece of advice that i just can’t seem to forget.

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this work is something i have painted for an upcoming silent auction. when it goes online for pre-bidding, i’ll let you know.

let’s all remember, when things get rough, complicated, difficult, or seem out-of-reach, just “use a bigger brush.”

18
Jan
16

as you do (adventures in eating and viewing)

it seems that anymore our “adventures” always involve eating and viewing. yesterday was no exception.

we headed up the freeway to the bluff park/museum district  in long beach (405 north to 7th, over to junipero and left to ocean blvd. and left again, down two blocks and left again, and right where we parked on 2nd in front of a stunning craftsman residence (we believe circa 1912 — 1914. some houses had ‘historical markers’ designated this house or that one a “_____” or a “______”. to have read them correctly, we would have had to trespass and in these days of concealed carry, the last thing you need is an armed resident greeting you with the barrel of a gun while you satisfy your need to know. but i digress.)

i think this house suits him, don't you?

i think this house suits him, don’t you?

after some oohing and aahing over the merits of living in a historic home, m. & i tottered over to the long beach museum’s outdoor cafe, claire’s, where we met up with his ex, a., who was ‘in town’ (which means agoura hills) from chicago visiting his sister; long beach being the halfway point between us. m. & i have been together for 34 years, so that should give you an idea of our relative ages…a bunch of old men.

oceanside at claire's.

oceanside at claire’s.

we had a lovely brunch at claire’s, even though we left the “br” out of our menu selections and settled to a person on the “unch” parts. turkey club on pumpernickel, tuna salad (grilled rare and sliced thin over baby greens), and claire’s cobb salad, with freshly grilled chicken breast, gorgonzola, avocado, bacon, baby field greens, hard-boiled egg, and mustard vinaigrette. finished with a flourish of banana bread pudding.

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but to the ‘viewing’ — i can honestly say, m. & i don’t need a museum to be in ‘viewing’ mode. we are of a mind to find the beauty (and the ugly) of our surroundings and to frame each ‘view’ with commentary and perceptive understanding, citing references to other ‘views’ and admitting honestly that “i don’t believe i’ve ever seen anything quite like that.” our storehouse of references inexhaustible it seems, thank the god of mental facility. although admittedly, there’s sometimes a moment of silence as one of us waits for the other’s file retrieval system to kick into gear.

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we were fascinated and captivated by the works of terry braunstein, who explored time, memory, and feminism in carefully constructed collages, installations, and photography.

collage by terry braunstein at the long beach museum of art.

“who is she? dancing to kerouac” a collage by terry braunstein at the long beach museum of art.

we took the elevator up to the second floor in deference to m. and viewed a handful of examples from the museum’s permanent collection before we fell into the barbara strasen exhibit, “layer by layer”.

i have to say, it was a bit confusing at first. the work is complex and reminded me of the pattern & decoration movement of the late ’70s and early ’80s, so to sort through all of the dense imagery took some visual adjustment, but once you fell under her spell (not too trite, is that?) you could begin to understand and appreciate the journey she was taking you on. her use of lentricular lenses was particularly fascinating. i believe her commentary on the overload of images we are subjected to each and every day was precise and revelatory. we all enjoyed her work immensely.

possibly the most fab of all the homes we saw.

possibly the most fab of all the homes we saw.

the museum is small, so an hour later we were back out on the street and walking the avenues of bluff park. many of the homes had been fully renovated and brought back to (or maintained) their original glory, but there were a few that could’ve done with a coat of paint and a bit of tidying up–said the gay man. (i hate stereotypes, don’t you? but really, it is a marker, don’t you agree, that gay man like to prettify their surroundings? i’m sure there’s the exception to every rule…but none who would admit it.)

who wouldn't want to live in a neigborhood with a honor library?

who wouldn’t want to live in a neigborhood with a honor library?

we decided that even though it was suggested that everyone in the neighborhood helped maintain the ‘neighborhood book swap’, the reality was that the owners of the home this cart and sign sat in front of did all the heavy lifting. still and all, a sign of community such as this, is a blessed thing in our world today.

hollywood regency plopped into the middle of arts & crafts--perfection!

hollywood regency plopped into the middle of arts & crafts–perfection!

we plotzed when we saw this hollywood regency home cheek and jowl next to a queen anne on one side and a greene & greene on the other. <3!

and finally...

and finally…

i’ll leave you with our favorite of all of the homes we saw yesterday. if you look closely, you’ll see me waving to you from the second story window on the left.

 

19
Nov
13

le petit jardinier (more to the story than meets the eye)

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“le petit jardinier”, etching by erik desmazière

i spent the summer of 1973 working as an assistant greenskeeper at the elks club golf course in rapid city. assistant greenskeeper may be too good of a description for my actual job which was confined to the simplest of tasks: mowing fairways, fishing rattlesnakes out of the cups on the far greens, running errands, playing nurse to the head greenskeeper as he repaired machinery, “hand me the #12 allen wrench,” “rag!”, “wipe my brow!” (okay, not the last one, but almost.), and most importantly dreaming of randy, the other assistant. (whom i’ve written about in these pages, but i can’t find the link right now. c’est la vie, n’est-ce pas?)

13
Sep
13

hibiscus behind my ear and other ruminations on the red carpet

this sunday i’ll be at the tcl chinese theater (formerly Grauman’s Chinese) in hollywood for the premiere of a newly re-mastered and 3D version of “the wizard of oz”.

DSC06555i’ll be there with several of our artists who have also “re-mastered” characters, scenes, and themes from “the wizard of oz”–some of which will be on display for the pre-party. <squeal>

DSC06556it’ll be a celebrity-packed event with their children and we’ll be making 3D character masks, drawing a “horse of a different color”, and coloring 3D coloring pages with the guests, their children, and the artists. <more squealing> watch this space and other outlets for photos of the event.

20
Aug
13

vs. the world (on drawing)

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13
Aug
13

the ocean (and processes)

do you have a process?

DSC06095what about a creative fetish? does your chair have to face east and your pencil laptop’s corners meet coordinates that were the ones mentioned in pynchon’s ‘v’? (fuck if i know if coordinates were mentioned in pynchon’s ‘v’, profanity being what it is these days.)

i have a process. it’s pretty much been the same since my late teens. i call it the stew pot of creativity. there’s an idea and then there’s nothing. so the idea gets put in the pot and the pot is put on the stove with the flame set on simmer. i walk away from it. when i think of it again, i sit down and it comes out. sometimes it’s a delicious meal (so say i) and sometimes i have to struggle with the spices and other ingredients to get it to be just so; you should know there are times when i must throw the whole thing into the garbage and take it up to the trash bins and start the whole process over again. what about you?




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