>> whole lotta pics from B Man 2007
Reminds me there is so much more out there than we ever get a chance to experience. True no matter where you might be–even in Ventucky. Just have to dig deeper or make it happen.
I’d post one of his images but the artist seems to frown on it so here’s one taken by the big monkey in my life–
Most people simply pushed the log into the bell to make it sound. I found another way…I talked with the artist the next day as he was dismantling it. The Nevada artist was sad but stoic about the large crack in the bell which destroyed its beautiful peal.
>> whole lotta love for tile
i’ve been remodeling my house since i moved in as a renter 10 years ago; i bought it nov 2001. i remodeled a bathroom. i added a bathroom. now i’m remodeling a third bathroom.
for awhile i was obsessed with tile. i think i’m over that. i’ve moved on to bathroom fixtures. more on that later.
for weeks, all the furniture was moved around in the living room and the carpet pushed aside. i spent hours rearranging tile on the floor in various patterns.
kcrw is playing whole lotta love by led zep (gary calamar says it’s off a new 2 cd set). that’s how i felt about this tile. ecstasy. frustration. out of control. moving rows and rows of tiles across the floor late late late into the night. better than sex (ok, well some sex). adding features. completing patterns. documenting. asking opinions. my sister’s been helping me. we’re about 2/3s done with the walls; 1/3 with the floor. my man is ready to thrown in the towel.
but ooooooh! it’s gonna look great. the owner of buena tile in ventucky gave me a screamin deal on 65 square feet of travertine, beautiful handmade italian ceramic listellos, and on and on…
oooooH gotta whole lotta love gotta whole lotta love gotta whole lotta love can you hear jimmy page?
he must be distracting me cuz instead of loading the photo here, it is now my screensaver on my desktop…
>> the monkeys at Burning Man
we’re looking at “the monkeys” at burning man 2007. the piece is called homourobouros. it was the talk of black rock city and we couldn’t get enough of it day or night. the red headed boy on the exercycle is mine (as best someone else can be). as i understand it, the bikes made solar lights flash; drumming signaled the monkeys to spin and the snakes to slither into their mouths. have fun finding out more about it.
ouroboros is often depicted as swallowing his or her own tail.
while i was attempting to post this info, i was also trying to win MIA tix on KCRW. the phone actually rang but no one picked up. this illustrates the point well.
how i became the art predator
i fell in love with a beautiful sculptor
tall lean he worked in metal, stone
shaped trees too
he had blue stitches in his nose
a chain saw had fallen from the sky
almost sliced it off
i moved in to his studio
slept in his metal sculpture under a tarp
cooked in a trailer
watched movies in a shed
listened to mice
showered outside
peed there too
i wanted my own space
i’ll build you a tree house he said
a place where you can write
high above the world
art city was big enough for me too
my dad helped me design & build a loft
i got my stuff out of storage
moved it all in–books clothes futons
the sculptor and i
didn’t last long
he was furious
i wouldn’t leave
you’re not a real artist he said
you don’t belong here he said
you’re not an artist he said
you prey on artists
you use them
you’re just an art predator
that’s what you are
the art predator
art predator 