Friday, August 14, 2009

Something like....

In the olden days, there was a video game arcade where Max's Kansas City used to be. I played there many a night communing with Pacman and the ghost of Andy Warhol. My favorite game was called Crazy Climber. My little guy would frantically climb, windows shutting on his fingers, pots of flowers thrown on his head and the reward to have King Kong try to stomp you at the top. When he invariably fell, he'd cry, "Oh Noooooooooooo." It was a perfect metaphor for my life back then.

I've been seeing these little Pacman-like creatures appearing on the buildings around town. If one defines the past as my daughter did, "Yeah mom, I'm playing old time music, you know -- The Rolling Stones," then this is a fine and peculiar form of urban archaeology. They always make me smile.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The perverse New Yorker

Here I am out in the deep woods, banjo sounds floating thru the trees and this image of "Nature" floated into my New York brain with the impulse to share it with my 5000 closest friends.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Joyous Day!!!!

I am the happy recipient of a glorious painting by Cora Cohen and it's arriving today. It's called Green Drips but drippy it is not. It is a glorious enmeshing of color and brushwork and as Cora would say, "...full of air." And you know what? I'm walking on that air!!!


I'm always interested in how people market their art. I saw this piece by Linda Scott, sitting in a field and pulled over to look. It's positioned on a road leading to the Hamptons, a place where people might have yards big enough to host a monumental sculpture. I liked too that her URL was front and center. Let's just hope that the birds aren't too critical.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

We grow 'em BIG here!

In my former life as a collector of things, one of the categories I collected was surrealist postcard photo montages done by W.H. Martin, who operated out of the Midwest after the turn of the last century.I loved how American they are. Braggart or Tall Tale, full of optimism and good cheer. When I was recently in Southampton, NY, I came across some giant vegetables on a flat bed. I screeched to a halt, jumped out and Kurt and I photographed each other a la Martin.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Shove the Pig's Foot a Little Further into the Fire

Truth will out. I am away at Fiddle and Dance camp with my daughter. While playing triangle and accordian. I hope to blog, at least if Kurt gets my photos up...

It's beautiful, been to a Cajun jam before 8 a.m. (or was it left over from last night...), and my tent stayed dry. What more could you want?