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Pluto Forever

Before and after pictures of an iron tile I designed for a pour this summer.

Bandana of the Everglades

Rogue cannas flower floating in the lily pond at Como Zoo. In other news, a botanist at Kew Gardens has just saved the world's smallest waterlily from extinction. Way to go, Carlos!

Red Things That Are Not Usually Red

I was waiting around at the hospital for my mom, who was having wrist surgery, and got to wondering - what is all of this red about? I (of course) wanted to try everything out and see what happens. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all the redness, but I don't want to know what it is.

Unter den Linden

Die Linden blühen! The linden trees are blooming, which always reminds me of Berlin.

Heute werde ich also auf deutsch schreiben, weil die Linden mich so sehr an Berlin erinnern. Irgendwie kam es mir immer so vor, als düften die Linden nachts mehr als während des Tages. Ich weiß nicht, ob das stimmt oder nicht. Kann ja auch Einbildung sein...

Skyscapes

Epic storm the other night! I was compelled to run around the neighborhood barefoot taking photos of the approaching tornado. I felt like a stormchaser! Actually, it all came to nothing where I was at, but the sky was amazing. Not pictured in the darkened foreground: bowling alley-turned-Latino-church-and-sometimes-car-wash and Mega-Tan-Ultra-Wash (the combination tanning salon/laundromat).

Love you, south Minneapolis!

Viking Einstein & Orphan Annie Earhart

I was in Iowa this weekend for the wedding of my friends Matt & Kate, i.e. Viking Einstein & Orphan Annie Amelia Earhart. Needless to say, there is a story here, most of which is apocryphal at this point. For reasons none of us remember or understand, Matt has been joking since college about getting a Viking Einstein tattoo. Gradually, this has morphed into me just thinking of Matt as Viking Einstein. So when it came time for Matt's wedding to the very awesome Kate, I decided she would definitely need an alter ego to keep the formidable Viking Einstein in check.

And that's Orphan Annie Earhart. She can sing, she can dance, she can fly airplanes! She'll try out new karate moves on you if you get too close! That's what I'm talking about.

The artwork was based loosely on a completely epic photo taken by Kate's photographer friend Alexa, which they used as their wedding invitation. The card at the bottom goes with the artwork, and features Einstein's handwriting. Minus the heart around the = which kind of makes it look like a card for a gay wedding. Oh well, Kate's a self-proclaimed gay man at heart, so I guess it works. Besides, it was Iowa!

Almost a Cucumber Pirate...

Cucumber card for my friend Amanda. She gave me a facial for my unbirthday, which was pretty amazing. I have to say though, I was disappointed by the lack of cucumbers on the eyes...I was really looking forward to being spackled in mud, then cucumbers on the eyes, like some kind of napping garden pirate! But no. Oh well, still awesome. Also awesome? Duotone! (the flip side of the chartreuse is hot pink).

Random Studies in the Romantic Chaos

Wedding card for a librarian couple. This book title seems to capture the notion of marriage pretty well, I imagine. Hopefully they won't take the cracked liberty bell between the hearts as a bad omen. (Their ceremony included a lot of Irish bell-ringing...) and this, from the poet Gwendolyn Brooks:

Exhaust the little moment.
Soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold
it will not come
again in this identical disguise.

Cowboy Ikebana 2

I asked my japanophile artist friend Season if it's real ikebana if I selectively cut leaves off. (I wanted to know how I was doing on the cowboy-to-geisha scale of flower arranging). She said yes, but I quickly ascertained that she was just trying to make me feel better. "What you're doing is more chabana, which derives from nageire...people who do real ikebana spend hours finding exactly the right flower...then there's wabi-sabi and the principle of asymmetry..." she trailed off.

Loud and clear, Season. With Season dropping the c-bomb, I was forced to do some research on the tea ceremony, during which I determined, unsurprisingly, that I was light years from real ikebana. Which, for all my blather, is totally fine.

Pictured: Bangkok orchids and trash orchids from last week, mystery foliage, grape hyacinth, tulip stem.

Billie Holiday 2

+1 hour of work

Billie Holiday (Lady Sings the Blues)

I just finished reading Becoming Billie Holiday by Carole Boston Weatherford, illustrated by Floyd Cooper. It's a fictionalized biography in verse of the jazz singer Billie Holiday, known in another life as Eleanora Fagan. I've always loved Billie Holiday, so I thought I would do a portrait of her. I spent about a half an hour in the room with a blank piece of paper before nerves made me finally do something about it. Here's the portrait after an hour's work. More later!

Crazy Thing for Love

Faux Ikebana 1

I practice a kind of cowboy ikebana every week in my studio. And by that I mean freestyle flower arranging, as opposed to wrassling cacti and tumbleweed into submission. (Although that sounds like an interesting challenge). Any resemblence to actual ikebana is purely coincidental, since I know next to nothing about it. That being said, who knows what kind of wabi-sabi madness might creep into all of this?

Pictured: orange orchids from the co-op trash, fuchsia orchids from Bangkok?, tulip stems from the garden.

Progress vs. Perfection: Death Match.

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863)

Today I'd like to share some French art wisdom from Eugène Delacroix, which I encountered, hilariously, on a Yogi teabag:

"The artist who aims at perfection in everything attains it in nothing."

And this guy looks like he knows. Check out that stance, the gaze fixed on some distant invisible object, the hand on the breast. Actually, I like to think he is about to pull out a pistol for a surprise duel with his nemesis, Ingrès...

But I digress. The point of invoking Delacroix today is to point out that anyone who does art (or anything creative) knows that perfection is the enemy of progress. Now, when I say knows I mean intellectually knows. Like you know the alphabet or that George Washington had wooden teeth.

Ok. But that's not what I'm talking about. What I'm interested in is the kind of knowing that bypasses mere logic and stabs to the still-beating heart of realization. As in: you know, you understand, and that understanding grounds your experience of reality, like gravity.

In art, I find myself going way over the edge of perfectionism all the time. I want everything to be awesome! To the point of denying the process, all the wrongness that has to be sloshed through to get it that way. It's like the Think Method in the Music Man...such poetic bullshit.

To subvert the Think Method, I have decided to assiduously post my art projects on my blog for awhile. I'd like to invite you, internet vigilantes, to follow along if you are so inclined. I will be in my studio, kept company by the ghost of Delacroix, death knells of the Minuet in G in the background.

P.S. It might interest you to know that some artists follow an artistic lineage, like a family tree. I technically belong to the artistic lineage of Delacroix, as in: I was taught be artists who were taught by artists who were taught by Delacroix. Except I don't really care about that.

A&E

A&E by Goldfrapp

It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey
And the pain has started to slip away, hey hey
I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that’s shining
Think I want you still, but it may be pills at work

Do you really wanna know how I was dancing on the floor?
I was trying to phone you when I'm crawling out the door
I'm amazed at you, the things you say that you don't do
Why don't you ring?

I was feeling lonely, feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you
Like I'd woken up surrounded by me
A&E

It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey
And the pain has started to slip away, hey hey
I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that’s shining
Think I want you still, but it may be pills at work

How did I get to accident, emergency?
All I wanted was you to take me high

I was feeling lonely, feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you
Like I hoped you'd call,
I hoped you'd see me
A&E

The Heart and the Bottle

I'd like to introduce the artist Oliver Jeffers and his amazing new book, The Heart and the Bottle.

Photos here by me, begonia seeds courtesy of May Day cafe.

Our Lady of Moisture

Strong Arms Shiraz by Mel Kadel


Our Lady of Moisture by Mel Kadel

Deep Cuts

This is a card I made for my friend Amanda who just graduated from her massage program. She works really intuitively and I wanted to make something that conveyed warmth and healing, maybe also for the heart, our most important muscle. Top to bottom: front (cut paper windows, with a random orange splotch, which happened when my housemate asked me for census info while I was painting...); inside (acrylic); envelope (cut paper).

Listening to: Heartbeats (The Knife, Deep Cuts), Retrograde (Leo Kottke, One Guitar, No Vocals).