For the record, real-life hero journeys kind of suck. On the other hand, the cool thing about being an artist is you never get to quit. None of this lying around and feeling guilty like my mother did because the doctor used forceps to pull my brother Bill out after he got twisted when she [...]
Saw this arrive with wide-open pipes I assume can be closed. (Maybe not, though!) It’s licensed and legal, which tells you a lot about New Mexico, no?
The subject here is art fear, and I just remembered something else. Among my youthful talents was that I sometimes wrote things. There was this nature magazine, not one of the well-known ones, that I’d come by in my adventures. I had a subscription. One month there was an advertisement for a national essay contest. [...]
Pardon the lazy retro-posting last night, since deleted. But look at what yours truly was able to produce once upon a time using a flexible rubber mold made from an actual cat skull, sculpting wax, and melting my own bronze! Those were the days, friends and neighbors (early to mid-’90s). I’d do this again if [...]
This was going to be a post about psycho-emotional rigidity and being blind to what’s just underneath our noses, but the requisite gumption has fled, I think. At least you get to look at this magnificent weirdness produced a number of years ago by yours truly at the Maryland Institute in Baltimore, where I was [...]