Addendum: For those who've never seen a picture disc, enlarge the photo and you will see the hole in the centre and the grooves -- this is the actual vinyl record.
I had a few minutes to kill while waiting for some paint to dry and suddenly remembered Caroline's tag to do a blind contour self portrait. These were tons-o-fun to do at school so I thought I'd give it a shot.
I started with a silver Sharpie on black paper, but that wasn't enough, so I decided to do another one, right on top, in gold. That was better, but now the compulsive doodler in me saw all these little spaces just crying out for scribbles and filling-in, and I gave in, a slave once again to my obsessiveness.
another Absurd Links from Rudy post
This is the last of the four little landscapes for the Christmas show in Victoria. I've started trying to paint something similar to my white-on-black drawings. It's all new territory for me so may be a disaster. Meantime, it's fun to experiment.
This is more fun than typing "failure" into a Google search and then choosing the "I feel lucky" option. Kyknoord, who got this from Michelle, put me on to this. Here's what you do: do a Google search on your name followed by the word "needs". Here are my top 10.
1. to be promoted to Commodore
2. all her wits and all the help she can get
3. treatment, not a death sentence
4. to be active and fun loving, but also firm and assertive
5. to spend the rest of her life in prison
6. to take a bus to the airport
7. to be able to create written material
8. a profession in which she can express her inventive and idealistic side
9. our help
10. some help finding stalker songs
It's kind of like reading your horoscope: everything applies. Okay, maybe not #5.
P.S. Please forward all songs about stalkers here.
This morning's view of Vancouver's North Shore mountains from south of the Fraser River. The ski hills have already been open at least once -- the earliest opening in years.
Now Michelle is the ultimate perfectionist -- about as anal about her work as I've ever seen (and I mean that in a good way). So when she asked me to accept the painting she was FedExing to Vancouver and deliver it to the competition I was thrilled because I would finally get to see for myself her famous homemade shipping crates. Great artwork? Bah! Seen it. I knew the painting would be a marvel of detail and skill, but the box it comes in -- now that's worth staying up late for. (Apparently I was addicted to sitting in cardboard boxes as a toddler, so it's a deep-seated obsession.) I wasn't disappointed. When I told her how much I was looking forward to getting the crate, she told me that she builds them so well that she has one that has been run over, treadmarks still on it, and is still usable!
Here is the crate in my kitchen yesterday. There is actually a handle bolted to the top, and detailed instructions on the sides explaining where and how to open it. There were so many screws that I needed to use a cordless screwdriver if I wanted to retain the use of my right hand. Once I'd broken into the box, there was dense foam insulation, then bubble wrap, carefully fitted around the painting (in its own bag) with further instructions on how to remove it without ruining it. Underneath the lid she'd taped more screws for ease of return shipping (if necessary).After I'd managed to peel back the inner wrapping causing only minor damage to the bubble wrap (oh the guilt!) I finally reached the painting, all important paperwork in clear plastic sleeves attached securely to the back. The painting itself is lovely of course, painted in sombre tones in a traditional style, and evoking a strong sensation of quiet in its use of light. It shows a groom hosing off a horse; the title is "Shower Stall".
The judging took place last night after all the entries were in and much to my surprise, Michelle only came second ($500). You can bet that I'll be there as early as humanly possible on Sunday to pick up the painting (if it doesn't sell in the meantime) so I can see which painting beat hers. There is a televised awards ceremony tonight. If she'd won, she would've flown out (and we'd have had a fantastic evening of gambling, drinking and general debauchery), but $500 won't cover her last minute air fare on a holiday weekend, and though I have the option I'm such a shrinking violet that I have no desire to accept the award on her behalf (besides, I don't have a "date" now).
But I still have the crate!
Though I haven't mentioned it, for the past couple of months I've been in a real slump. Fortunately it hasn't been a creative slump so much as a business slump, but both can leave the same shape of footprint on my butt. Every time I've ventured out into the cold, hard world of commerce I've been beaten back until I was starting to take it personally. Even my back-burner sure-things had gone south. Somewhere along the line I must've really done a number on my karma.
Today, however, I have news that a private art consultant (established and with corporate clients) may take me on (but I won't jinx it by saying anything ... doh!). Then I got a phone call from the FCA telling me that I'd won an award for my painting The Burnished Gold Fish (the title is a phrase from Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea) -- "The Peggy and Harry Evans Award" -- at the current Semi-Abstract juried show at the Federation Gallery. Click on the top image here to view the paintings in the show.
Neither of these bits of news puts bread in my pantry, but it's sure better than getting hate mail...
So far, mine is worth less than any others I've seen as I randomly browse the blogosphere. I don't think my ego can take this much longer, so if yours is worth less please tell me. I promise to be your friend if you do. (As for the rest of you, piss off.)