Train Power!

First it was Train Children.  Then it was Train Flowers. Now it's Train Toys!

They get some minor surgery to insert a long cable tie halfway through their middle so they can be fastened on the train.  No, the train isn't moving when they hitch their ride.  There is a stopping area not too far from where we live and if I'm lucky there might be a train there on the weekend.

Susan just shakes her head and mutters strange things when I come home on Saturdays with a bag full of stuff.  The best toys come from garage sales I find while riding my bike.  At one sale I saw a few and asked the little boy standing there with his mother if he had any more.  He ran back inside and came back with a whole bunch of them.  Of course I bargained the price down but I think his mother was glad to get rid of them.

There are still Train Children.

When I ride my bike now I'm prepared with flowers, toys and Train Children -- just in case a train is sitting.  If you ever see a train, look for them.  Susan yells at me to not look at them if we see them while driving.  She knows that if I ever actually see anything I had put on a train I'd probably wreck the car.

I'm still making birds.

I Draw, I Watercolor, She Sleeps

I've been reading Art Before Breakfast by Danny Gregory.  He was a speaker at ArtUnraveled in August and his talk sort of motivated me to ... well, read his book instead of making art before breakfast. No, actually, he was very interesting and I like it when I hear a guy talking about drawing and mixed media because usually it's women who predominate at the art events I go to.

Anyway, the other night Susan was already asleep when I was reading Danny's book. We drastically downsized a few years ago and the most comfortable chair for reading is in the bedroom. That's where my pillow, Pinky, comes into play as an eyeshade for her. Instead of Art Before Breakfast I made Art before Bedtime.

This is a little "fantasy figure" I made, he's about 3 inches high.  I was trying out different stamps and glazes and I sort of like him.

But this guy is a loser. He'll wind up being a Give-Away or maybe take a train ride.

Flower Power

I have a new occupation: Train Florist.  The next time you see a train go by, look for flowers.  I also put some sculptures on them, as well as Train Children.

I like to make my tools happy, too.

Latest Netflix ratings from our viewing:
The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel:  One star.  It stunk.  Sappy, predictable, formulaic acting.
However, there was this great line from Maggie Smith - "Just because I'm looking at you when you talk doesn't mean I'm interested."
The Judge:  Four stars.  Robert Downey Jr is great, he's responsible for the four.
The Contender: Five Stars. Did not expect that twist at the end.
Closed Circuit: Five Stars.  Started out interesting and wound up being frightening in its cynicism. Frightening in that we can totally believe that can happen here as well as in the U.K.

I Draw, I Scuplt. Ergo, I Art

I went to ArtUnraveled in Phoenix in August and one of the classes I took was from Jane LaFazio.  She's what Susan calls "a gentle soul" and her classes are fun and relaxing and helpful.  This picture is the view from our hotel balcony.

I did this picture in the class I took from her.

This isn't what I learned in her class, it's just something I did earlier in the year.  Susan wanted to put it in the blog to remind me not to eat mint chocolate chip ice cream after 9 p.m. at night.  I'm admitting nothing, even though the empty container was sitting in the kitchen sink when she got up at 3:00 a.m.  I can neither confirm nor deny that my thrashing around in my sleep was caused by the fact that my brain was telling me my cow got loose somehow and it's not my fault that woke her up at 3:00 a.m.  You may not know this but people with chronic insomnia get really cranky by noon because, as they will loudly tell you, they've been up since 3:00 a.m.

Who? Me?

Sidebar: This business about deleted/undeleted/secret/not secret Clinton emails and all that deleted email of Tom Brady's deflatedness made me wonder:  Where is Edward Snowden when we need him?  Why don't we just ask him to reveal all that stuff because Inquiring Minds really need to know.  If he tells us that, maybe as a reward he could come back here for a brief visit, just to get some real BBQ or fried chicken or something.

We Remember, September 11

Rest in peace, Pop. We still remember.

Lost Childhood

REUTERS/Nilufer Demir/DHA

What a strange, sad world we live in today.  Several years ago I made little Sweater Children and Seth Apter featured them in a book he wrote.  Go back here to see the story about them because now this child has come full circle.

Recently my Sweater Children have become Train Children.  Go back here (and below) to see some of my Train Children.

I'll keep putting my children on trains when I can, hoping we don't have to see any more sad children like this on the evening news.

Children sit on the steps of the main train station ...
Christof Stachel/AFP

Jamie Wyeth and Ivan Garth Johnson

Way cool.  These very tall paintings (for the scale of the paintings use the black benches at the bottom as a reference) are by Jamie Wyeth and were in the entry area of the San Antonio Museum of Art.  They had a terrific show by Jamie Wyeth there and it was well worth the horrendous drive down IH35 to see it.

He's a third-generation Wyeth showing his painting skills  The museum had excellent signage with the paintings which always gives you a different way of looking at things.  Some of the work in the show was from when he was just a young teenager and he really had the skill showing even then. 

An iconic area in Austin is an underpass heading into town just north of the river that bisects Austin. This was painted many years ago (do the math) and there was a huge uproar about a year ago when the city decided to paint over it, even though its presence had been authorized by a previous city council.

At this time I just put a small sweater child there, hoping someone would come to their senses.

Okay, the city workers do try to paint over a lot of graffiti and of course there is debate about what is graffiti and what is street art.  This small memorial just seemed to resonate with a lot of people, mainly because it was relatively attractive.  And maybe because, thanks to Austin's terrible traffic problems, most people got to see this as they sat and sat and sat in traffic at that particular point.  It's only 2 lanes each side and they can't widen it because a train track is over it.

Finally we got the Ivan memorial back.

The top picture shows the two pots I put there, on either side of the piece that says "25" (do the math).  The bottom picture shows how people have added to it.  Lots of the time when I put ceramic Give-Away art out it disappears in a week or so.  These pots have stayed there for about 6 months now.  We may try to "Keep Austin Weird" but we do have respect for Ivan Garth. No, I have no idea who painted it years ago or who repainted it recently but the message is right.

Definitely So

Found this interesting biology lesson tacked on an instructor's door at the Southwest School of Art in San Antonio.  

Odile thinks he is awesome also.

Oops

Oh yeah, I'm an experienced ceramic artist.  See this little guy?  No, he's not supposed to have his arms sitting in his lap.  The wire and red balls were Susan's idea on how to try to put lipstick on the pig and maybe distract you from his anatomical strangeness.  The picture below shows what he was supposed to look like, glazed but not yet fired, with arms that would be on a stiff wire through his body, arms that could swing in place. The wood skewer in the picture below is just holding the arms in place temporarily so I could take a picture before firing the piece.

So, your experienced ceramic artist carefully glazed him and took him to school and put him in the kiln.  When he did that, experienced ceramic artist that he is, he carefully laid the arms on the guy's lap so they wouldn't get separated when the kiln was unloaded. Of course, once the piece was fired the arms fused to the guy's lap. Duh.

I've been doing ceramics for about 8 years now so Susan was quite sympathetic about this situation, beginning with "You've got to be kidding me" and then transitioning to "You fool!" followed by some statements appropriate only for Mature Audiences.  I started to toss him in the trash can but she made me put him on the shelf above my worktable as a reminder to Pay Attention To Details. Actually, now we've both grown sort of fond of him.

Sometimes I draw, sort of in a Zentangle-like style.

Red Pots and Music at The Skylark Lounge

Two medium size red pots, ready for the Student Art Sale this fall.

It's a really, really big deal for us to stay up late.  "Late" as in after 10:00 p.m.  Face it, we are old duds.  Actually, Susan is usually asleep by 10 (thank you, Ambien) and I listen to my audible books while sitting out on my balcony till about 10:30.  So when our new friends -- I'd tell you their names but they are probably in the witness protection program so let's just call them John and Therese -- asked us to join them.... at a LOUNGE....

Fortunately, they promised we would be home by 9:00 p.m. (and we were) and best of all, they would drive.  We love the Driving-Miss-Daisy routine.

We had fun and felt like real grown-ups.  Margaret was great, the Skylark Lounge was so dark you had to grope your way to a table so the atmosphere was appropriate, we enjoyed being with our friends, and we had excellent pizza.  The fun part was when people in the audience came up and sang with Margaret -- not karaoke but real singing. One guy had a snazzy little briefcase that he carried his harmonica in and he accompanied her with that.

No, I'm Still Not Kidding

Austin likes to claim its city motto as "Keep Austin Weird".  Thanks to Buzz Lightyear the motto stays in place.

Moving along, I made a "guy" bracelet and some chain stuff at AdornMe earlier this year.

I don't know what this piece is for but I sure had fun making it.

When I go to jewelry classes I have to bring a lot of my own tools. I carefully made sure all my tools would never get mixed up with anyone else's.  Susan just scribbles her initials on her stuff but hey, I'm a artist.

No, I'm Not Kidding ...

Moving along....

BlueBird went to Susan's sister. She has blue colors in a fancy bathroom so it seemed appropriate.

Jungli was going to be at the gallery that shows my stuff but after this picture was taken he had an accident (not fireworks related!) and wound up with some unintended finger amputations.  He will eventually get to go on a train ride.