Category Archives: art camp

A taste of summer

 

THE LATE TEST STUFF

 

some random shots around the studio,

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yardsculpture

 

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works in progress

 

and some fin-ished stuff = 4×6, 4×4, 4×6, and the last one is a little guy

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workslove

 

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thanks for watching !

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Bin over a year since a revisited this baby. I prolly oughta shoulda ketchup

Well we can start here
go on ~ click it ~ ya know ya wanna !

and then add a bit of this

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followed by a whole bunch of this

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and a dash of this

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and a whole pant load of this

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and I’ll think you see what I mean ~ and if you’re still on the slay ride then you can crank a little bit on this

Home Run Milton ! !

This is pretty cool ~ I put this painting of Milton’s out on the sidewalk to dry and a passerby bought it.
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and here’s some stuff from the ranch sculpture garden over the weekend

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gettin it gowin @ The Victory Center

Punching a time clock for the first time in over 30 years . .

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. . . but it aint so bad when ya get greeted with stuff like this in the morning

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just wanted to get a quick sample out since it’s been over a month since last time

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there’s lots more where this came from ~ coming soon

playing chicken with myself

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I didn’t mean that to sound as provocative as it does. But what the hell it kinda says what it means ~ working the high wire without a net – tight margins – no wiggle room . . . you get the idea.

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The ‘real’ chickens are now tucked in my cousins freezer in Idaho while I made my fourth trip across the Great Basin in three months. All that open space time does something to your brain ~ or at least it did sum thin to mine.

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As part of an expansive experience it plays in my imagination as an equal to my time at Art Camp

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These experiences stand in sharp contrast to the heart wrenching time back east with the family. Perhaps itz a hangover from all the buddha stuff but I find it more painful now to watch loved ones suffer than to bear my own.

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So now back in CA I find myself attempting to makes cents out of it all since I am kindov addicted to that sort of thing. Seems like there should be sum profit from all that pain. Maybe ?  Time space will tell . . .

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For now I’ve adopted the chorus from Leonard Cohen’s Anthem as my mantra:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

sunshine

 

‘The time has come’, the Walrus said:

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. . . . and Jerry said: ‘What a long strange trip it’s been’. . . .

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Stuff never goes back in the boxes as nicely as it came out.

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Packing it in here in Idaho ~ for now ~ and heading to CT the land of my birth to spend some time foraging around the homestead in the hopes of being helpful, which as has often been noted, is harder than it sounds.

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I can’t say I know what this here stuff is ~ yet ~ but here it is anyways:

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some stuff for now ~ see ya later on the least coast

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