This past summer… whew. I’m so glad it’s behind me now. Mostly a lot of literal crap. Lessons? Not really. Just that as far as people are concerned, they’re all about unconcerned selfish motivations. And judging by the way things are going, humanity is not improving anytime soon. A few bright spots here and there, but really it was mostly a personal slog through No Fun Land.
And now, Fall isn’t seeming much better. My pieces for the October show in Sacramento were rejected as not fitting the theme. It was not at all clear, when invited, the theme was so narrow. I will show them locally Saturday, October 14th, as an adjunct to the Saturday market from 9-1pm near the DA office by the park on Union Street, along with some other work.
This is them:
This one represents the Alt. Right absorption of white polo shirts. The zombies were able to infiltrate easily by wearing the appropriate garb and being brain dead.
My next incarnation will be a sequoia sempervirens. If someone tries to cut me down, I’ll squash them.
August is a time when nature feels tired. Dusty, dried up, exhausted. The blackberries are finishing up and permeate the air with jamlike fragrance. Soon, the bears will realize the pears and apples are ripening. Coyotes traipse through the yard, eyeing the gopher holes and hoping a silly quail will reveal themselves in the brush.
Though it’s very thistle-like, the teazel isn’t as prickly or obnoxious. The bees love it, and it has an amusing way of blooming, starting from the middle and working out to either end. I let it grow all over my yard.
The finished cat sculpture, now installed at my daughter’s house.
My sculpture of Dana got “Best of Division.” I didn’t look to see if anyone else was in that category, sometimes it’s better not to know. Stuey is voting “People’s Choice” but not enough people agreed with her.
Not glazed yet. One of the pieces for an October show in Sacramento in Del Paso Heights.
I wanted to make a few cannibal pieces, but zombies were more appealing. I am working on a set of three for the aforementioned show in Sacramento.
Above is a wonderful artwork by Rogelio Manzo, being used to promote the October show “SKULL” at Artspace 1616, 1616 Del Paso Blvd., Sacramento. The show opens October 14, for Second Saturday, with a preview show the prior Thursday. About 25 artists are participating. Should be a fun show.
We discovered a straw hat made a good pinhole camera. I don’t think my grandson was too impressed. He’d rather be pushing his dog.
I’ll be showing this large bust of former local homeless person, Clayton Stamper, at the Osborn Woods Gallery as part of a group show titled “Light and Shadow.” Opening reception is July 7, during the First Friday Artwalk. The gallery will also be open during Nevada City’s Summer Nights. Clayton disappeared last fall, and there are rumors he’s around somewhere, Reno or Southern California, who knows. He would be turning 58 years on July 15.
This is the other piece I have in the show. It is of Lady Macbeth, with the two daggers used to kill King Duncan. She, of course, comes to a bad end. It is a large wall piece, ceramic on panel.
I’m making this playful piece for my daughter’s garden.
This cat was 20+ years. He was a feral cat that appeared at the house one day. He outlived most of the other cats. He was a tough old guy who finally decided enough was enough and wandered out to offer himself to the foxes.
Kurt Fishback came up last month and photographed me and my daughter Kate for his series of women artists. The series will be on display in November at the Pence Gallery in Davis. To see more of this series, visit his Facebook page.
So many people love this garden. It keeps me tending it, despite the need the get the hell into my studio and do some work. I am suffering from something akin to writer’s block, need a little shaking up, I think. I am invited into a show in October in Sacramento. I have some ideas for that. Just need to get on with it.
This rose was especially magnificent this year, almost swallowing the tulip tree.
The spirits are once again unhappy and in quick succession brought down the drain pump in the washing machine, the foot valve in the well, and the pressure tank, too. What must I do to appease them? All are repaired for now.
I’m in a small group show at the Miners Foundry in Nevada City until June 27. This is a new piece, a portrait of Michelle Obama.
There are more photos on the Osborn Woods Gallery Facebook page, should you wish to see them.
I guess there’s so much grass this spring, the deer didn’t think to eat the tulips.
For the first time in many years, the Canada Geese have decided not to nest on the pond. They come and think about it for awhile, then move on. Meanwhile, the first wood ducks have hatched and already most have been eaten by something.
The door to nowhere.
I went to the reception of “Off Center.” Curator Tony Natsoulas said “Sorry you didn’t get any awards.” I told him I was too old to care anymore.
I enjoyed participating in the “Capital Clay Invitational” at the E Street Gallery this year.
This past weekend, I dropped off my contribution to this year’s Big Names, Small Art at the Crocker Art Museum. It takes place on Thursday, May 18, 5-9pm. Lots of fun. Get tickets at crockerart.org/bnsa
This little bear appeared in April and has been hanging around looking for stuff to eat. Usually, we don’t get bears until fall.
I had to stop on my way to babysit James to acknowledge God above the Walmart parking lot in Sacramento.
It was wonderful to see Shasta all snow-covered, as it should be. It gives one hope.
In these days of technology overload, don’t forget to see what is around you.
Or maybe the Giant James and the Peach. I narrowly escaped drool taking this photo.
I’m still working on my bass competency. I got this electric bass for my birthday. It is fretted, unlike my acoustic bass, so it’s easier to stay in tune.
This piece got into the inaugural “Off Center” ceramic competition at the Blue Line Gallery. The jurors were Bob Brady and Sandy Simon. It will be on display beginning April 15 through May something. As suggested by the juror of the last show I was in, I have made pedestals for these pieces.
Daniel loves birds and tells many stories about ravens. I thought it would be funny to have the raven tell stories about him.
This piece will be at the E Street Gallery for their annual “Capitol Clay Invitational.” I made a pedestal for this one, too.
It illustrates a dissolution of identity.
I’m making some tokens for this year’s show to help raise money for the E Street Gallery. I’ve got three days to finish them! Yikes!
A lot of disparate items to fire together.
I’m donating these dogs to the E Street. Hopefully, someone will want them.
Dana came to see his bust in the park on Saturday, March 18. Later that day, some recorder players showed up for Play the Recorder Day. Here we are.
Still haven’t heard from the Crocker about the auction piece.
Jim assisted Mark Oldland and me installing a new bench at the Post Office. Everyone seems to love it. So far. I’ll be painting the side plugs burgundy this weekend. Mark fabricated it, but he still blames it on me.
I’m working on a yard art piece for a friend. Mirrors will be added.
You can tell a reasonable human being by the way they relate to non-humans.
Finally, he is working hard to be more self-sufficient. Message to all: Feed Yourself.
It wasn’t really snow. More like styrofoam pellets.
It made everything slippery white. The daffodils are not quite blooming, but some crocus are attempting.
The bees came out earlier when it was warm. I think they regretted it.
Somehow, I became part of this group that goes out in the freezing cold to distribute cheap necklaces to onlookers.
I’ve taken a break from the large busts for a bit and am working on a series of cat-like creatures.
I picked up my busts from the Crocker Kingsley exhibition. I’ve entered some of them in a couple of different shows. The Artery in Davis already rejected my Crabb bust but I won’t hear from the other show I entered until March 9. It is a newly created ceramic show called “Off Center” at the Blue Line. The jurors are Robert Brady and Sandra Simon. I decided not to enter Lincoln Arts “America’s Clayfest” because I didn’t care for the way they handled things last year. I might enter the State Fair this year. Maybe. I’ve been asked to be in E Street’s Capital Clay Invitational again, and am donating a piece to the Crocker’s Big Names Small Art fundraising auction. I submitted a piece to the fancy auction, but I doubt it’ll get chosen.
I went to hear Kurt Fishback talk about his photography career at the Axis Gallery Sunday. He has worked so hard and has achieved recognition for his portraits, but still struggles to make a living. I saw Ron Peetz’ show on its last day and he explained some of the pieces to me that I didn’t get at first. He described being interviewed recently and asked about his ideas. He said that some people have ideas that shine out like a lighthouse, reaching far, and that he was more like a refrigerator bulb. He’s a funny guy.
I’m going to bring my Dana Brown piece to Calanan Park on Sunday, March 19, and might invite some of my recorder-playing friends to come sit in with me. March 18 is Play the Recorder Day. I can make March 19 be Play the Recorder next to your giant sculpture day.
Tomorrow is Play with My Grandson Day. He just had his half birthday and is delighted to be able to eat solid foods.
January 21, 2017. The Women’s March on Sacramento. Part of a world-wide event. What an amazing day. The rain cleared up, the sun came out. Thousands of women, men, and children showed up to march in solidarity.
I took my friends on a tour of the Capitol, since they had never been inside before (!!!), and showed them the wonderful portrait of Jerry Brown by Don Bachardy and the recently installed portrait of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I posed with Christopher Columbus and Queen Isabella in the Rotunda.
I donated a few of my signs for this effort.
We went to see the Jeff Koons sculpture in front of the new arena on K Street after the march. I like how it seems transparent and is colored and reflective at the same time.
This view makes it seem a lot smaller than the previous photo, though it really isn’t that gigantic.
That evening, we went to the reception for the Crocker Kingsley Exhibition. Awards were given out, and pieces were chosen to be shown at the Crocker (only five). Unfortunately, none of mine were chosen for those special distinctions. I find at this stage in my life, I really don’t care about that too much.
I’m happy to have my work in the show. Tony Natsoulas and helpers did a great job of installing the show. My pieces look really good where they were placed. The show runs through February 25th.
This piece kept bothering me. The eyes were not convincing. I fired it again and I think I’m happy with it now. I’ll probably drag it to the park for its public showing in early March.
My daughter lives near the American River Parkway, so sometimes the turkeys venture from the river area to eat grass.
I love to watch the herons. They are shy, secretive, and improbably tall. I doubt this one found much to eat in the flooded pond.
After a marked deficit of mallards, sixteen were on the pond yesterday.
I was so happy to hear Jerry Brown’s wonderful State of the State address. We all need to remain vigilant and active so the creep of fascism doesn’t take us by surprise. Some people thought the Nazis were wonderful, and just the strong, authoritative direction a struggling Germany needed (some probably still do). Let’s not go that way.
Mother Nature is kindly diverting our attention from national politics by throwing some interesting weather our way.
I took my grandson for a walk through our first snowfall of the season.
The sculptures are made new with this icy addition.
January 3rd brought a few inches more. Enough to require shoveling the driveway, which hasn’t been necessary these past two winters.
I did get my sculpture finished by the end of the year. Barely. Sometime when the weather improves, I’ll haul it to Calanan Park for its public debut.
Somehow, the California Dipper knows when we are going to have a lot of rain. The last time it hung out on the pond was a very rainy winter/spring. Here it is again. And now all the rain.
The little creek that runs through our property seldom looks like this. So far, I have not heard “the Drought is over!” but it sure seems like it.
Deer Creek hasn’t swallowed the road yet. Almost.
I drove through the storm to deliver my three pieces to the Blue Line Gallery for the Crocker Kingsley Exhibition that opens this Friday and continues through February 25th. There is a very attractive catalog Tony Natsoulas put together for the show. The reception is January 21st, coincidentally the same day as March on Sacramento, the women’s march asserting the importance of women’s rights.
This bird may look cute and harmless, but he puts up a good fight with the windowpane every year.
I haven’t been able to get a photo of him with his red mohawk, he moves too quickly.
I don’t expect to find the peacefulness that James has, but I am going to try to find some.
The end is in sight. Nothing dire, the end of fall, the end of the year, the end of critical thinking and democracy in the United States. We saw it coming. We all participated in its creation. Our society is so fully infused with technology that delivers information in easily digestible and titillating chunks, we have forgotten or lost the ability to think critically, to investigate, to consider fairly, and have become a salivating horde of ADD practitioners. Interesting fact: “Trump” in an original use in the early 16th century meant “deceive” and “cheat”. Yawn, what next?
Archie and I put up lots of lights in Calanan Park. The “warm white” LEDs are topped with vivid blue.
Me on the left in an interesting vintage sweater dress that my daughter Kate challenged me to wear.
I am finishing up my locals series with this portrait of Dana Brown. I have it bisqued now and hope to have it finished by the year’s end.
I went to Sacramento’s Second Saturday with some friends. We wandered about town admiring the lights in the Fabulous Forties and the tree in front of the Capitol. I forced them to go to the two places I had work. They were good sports and even purchased art! We ended the evening at a Mexican restaurant on K Street that had a live mariachi band that made conversation difficult. They were good, though.
I was extremely pleased to find out that this piece, along with two others in the same series, was accepted into the Crocker-Kingsley exhibition hosted by the Blue Line Gallery in Roseville this January.
Some nature photos:
In a lot of ways I feel guilty about the world we’re passing on to the next generation. But this will be the world they know and will learn to live in. I hope they can think of creative ways to sustain the human race in fulfilling and cooperative methods, with each other and the natural world around them.