I made this roulette wheel as part of an altar celebrating language. It is on display and ready for participation at the Altar Show at the Grass Valley fairgrounds through November 6, noon until 7pm. The idea is to spin the wheel and then think of three words to describe the subject you land on. Write the three words on a card that will join everyone else’s cards on the Wall of Descriptive Language. People seem fearful to spin it and make noise. Or maybe they don’t want to think.
Alex strangely agreed to work with me on this altar but wisely kept his work separate from mine. He made three constructions of illuminated jars filled with colored water. They each have a word taped to them. They are quite beautiful. Beauty is something I never aspire to in my own art, but do appreciate.
This photo is out of focus, but so is most of life. This is the Alex side of the altar. He added a wooden duck to the top of the middle piece. My side is a lot more chaotic and far less elegant. C’est moi.
Here are some Altar Show photos from the Dark Room:
His statement reads: “At the heart of all religion is the religion of the heart.” At the heart of all religions is the universal impulse to touch the Holy – the one Source of love, truth, and life. Today’s intolerance of differing spiritual traditions can be overcome through Divine Love expressed in all thought and action.
I love this Mickey Mouse. Charles usually paints portraits of horses, not sculpt mice.
I always feel slightly ambivalent about my work when finished. Alex’s, though, is totally awesome, dudes. A little insecurity? Probably.
I’m currently working on a couple of Barbie-themed pieces for a Barbie-themed show that is taking place in Sacramento briefly in December. It will be at the old JayJay Gallery on Elvas Avenue and have two receptions, December 8 and Second Saturday, December 10. The two receptions are the extent of the show, so don’t miss it! It is called “The Darker Side of Pink.” One of my pieces is a Barbie and the other a Ken.
Oh yeah, mushy. My brain. The ground. The rainiest October in recent memory. The craziest election year of my lifetime. What next?