Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Carole Murphy - Artist

I was perusing my followers and found Carole Murphy. My memory is nearly worthless -- take heed all yea who think a remembrance infers significance -- but there's a vague recollection of discovering her work a couple of years ago.

I particularly like her mixed-media work which is what the link below goes to. She's in Portland, Oregon and welcomes visitors to her studio.

Exposed Resolution

Playful Nesting

In Playful Balance

Movement Forward


Personally Integrated


We Thought They Were

And my fav....

Unforetold Predelection

Monday, October 16, 2017


Double-el has an eye for the surreal.

She got the chance to focus it at an extraordinary thrift store in the corner of the little shopping center north of the Budget Inn.

With Jimi Hendrix and Elvis Costello.

Her fascination with the culture's ability to convince women they need to look a certain way prompted us, decades ago, to do a show (at my gallery) called Poodlemania. Poodles, womens' canine equivalent, require coiffuring. And pussy, or even better, pussyass, really needs sparkling-blue eyes. All this from the masters-of-pedophilia; with downcast eyes she's ever-ready to do his bidding.

Then there was this Radiant Cat.

Bought & Paid for by the Durango Herald.

You're ready for ennything iffn you gots yer meat an' yer paintbrush.

A cute video for you gun enthusiasts...(WARNING - Writer & Director is a Double-el)

Acerbic kulchur-critic. Have you ever SEEn anyone so smug?!!!

At Jean Pierre's (Double-el)

And after months of hunting, I found my five-dollar hat at the Humane Society Thrift across from Walmart. (Note gusseted pantleg.)

Photographer Jake Quinones is a contributing editor to Overland Journal. He took the photo below on Sept 15, 2014. I was camped on the Taos Steppe when Jake came by scouting destinations for his tour company, New Mexico Backroads.  Although barely 9:00 in the morning, when Jake proffered a Santa Fe Brewery stout, I set my spliffoes (the poochy part from whence cats' whiskers protrude) and proceeded. It served as the blog banner for several years. (Mentioned by Mark Johnson in Comments.)

I still had Eggbert, my 1999 Chevy (Suzuki) Metro hatchback.

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

10-Minute Play Festival - Durango

The Durango Arts Center is on the SW corner of E 8th & E 3rd
at: 802 E 2nd Ave, Durango, CO 81301

There is a nice gallery with work by local artists. The gallery owner has a good eye and all the work is unique and interesting.

About the Ten-Minute Festival
They do an international call to playwrights for short pieces. A 20-person review committee chooses 100 or so which are winnowed down by a dozen or so writers, drama professors, directors and people with backgrounds in live performance.

Performances/rehearsals are held through June & July and are open and free to the public. From the free performances, 6 are chosen for The Festival. (Another cool thing is that from the summer presentations a grand prize winner is awarded $500.00 and another award for $100.00 is given for a script (I think).)

Festival tickets are $12.00 per person. The actors are from diverse backgrounds, some with Broadway (New York) experience; some who were in their high-school drama class and now, after retiring, are looking to return to the stage. All were excellent!!

The pieces were diverse, but the overall "feel" revolved around intimacy and inter-personal interaction. If you're in Durango next summer, I highly commend.

But the incredible experience that made the whole thing was the two people sitting next to me. When we arrived the only remaining seats were in the front row at the base of the stage. In the seat next to me, the guy had gotten the role of the conductor in the upcoming presentation of The Polar Express. The woman behind him, a friend, was conniving to compete with him; she had no stage experience but has lived a dramatic life and felt she'd be a natural.

When we arrived she was saving the seat for The Conductor. I put our coats down and when she leaned forward to let me know the one next to mine was "saved" I asked if she'd keep an eye on our stuff while I went for libations. She agreed and I went off to fetch the wine and beer. Upon returning I thanked her and asked what her fee was. She jokingly replied, "Popcorn." Before she could say more, I turned and hurried back to the concession stand where I got a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of water. After handing them to her I reached down to pick up my coat before sitting down and saw the beer lying on its side.

You would no doubt have gasped in awe at the speed with which my martially-arted reflexes brought up the bottle. Simultaneously, I was astonished to see the cup, wedged between the two chairs, half full of beer. They, the cup & bottle, serendipitously positioned themselves so when the bottle tipped over it poured into the cup. I couldn't believe it and spent the next 43 seconds feeling the chair and checking the floor to confirm that not a drop had escaped!

And that, my friends, is what keeps me going....Numinosity, I call it.


The Chairs Guardian characterized herself as a WOW - Wise Old Woman. When I asked her the meaning of life she said: Don't worry about it. Just have a good time.

So there yuh go folks.

(But next time I think I'll put the beer someplace safer.)

Thursday, October 12, 2017

White's - Cleaned & Oiled

After ten months of hard use they rival a Timex.

Check out that fine gusset courtesy of Melissa McDonald, seamstress extraordinaire. It/they enable me to get in and out of my pants with ease.....a requisite when one stumbles upon an orgy.

The chairs are heirlooms from the Central Holiday Inn in El Paso. My mom was, in 1968, assistant to the regional director and The Inn was replacing them with new ("Throw 'em out," he commanded). She, recognizing their sturdiness, brought several home. Double-El recovered 'em ten years ago.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Angel - Two New Tires

In the business of philanthropy they're known as Angels. They tend to maintain their anonymity as, once known, they're often inundated with requests.

I'd read about the Utah Traverse in Overland Journal and was enroute when, after airing down for some sand in the Grand Staircase-Escalante Natl Monument, I noticed Phoebe's back paws were down to the nub. Being Capricorn, I'm partial to calculated risks; it wouldn't do to venture into the remotest part of the continental U.S. without good tread.

The change of plan and its cause just naturally came out in a conversation. And then, suddenly, through the donation button on my blog, there appeared enough for two new tires!!


And to the others who have given: Again, many thanks for your contributions, too.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Melissa McDonald - Seamstress Extraordinaire!

When I joined The Press in the mid-eighties my uniform was a plaid flannel shirt and jeans. My supervisor (One El), a striking redhead, thin as her dancer background, wore her hair in a cockscomb. She soon clued me that, as a Marketing Analyst, I needed to show a tad more originality in my attire.

Over the next four years, in addition to teaching me damn near everything I know about marketing, she taught me the enjoyment of self-expression through clothes. Although those days are long behind me, I've never lost that sense of fun.

Now, in my current lifestyle, it's rare when there's an occasion to "dress." But after being away from the city for several months I've lost enough weight to drop two pants sizes. This was enough to prompt buying new. However, the White boots I bought have larger-than-life soles and now, with the smaller pants sizes, I can't get them, the pants, on or off over them. This precipitated an unusual opportunity.

!!! ****  TMI WARNING **** !!!

I was intrigued when I met Paul Winer in Quartsite.  Revered as an icon of the nudist movement, he claims no such inclinations saying merely, "My skin is sensitive and I can't stand the feel of clothes." I found it fascinating (see video) that he'd capitalized on this by performing --  he was a night-club pianist -- mostly in Canada and Europe, nude. I'd never met anyone who felt as I and when I hike I usually, once beyond range of personal encounter, disrobe. And although I have all the time in the world, I still prefer to pull my pants off over my boots. Likewise when returning to "civilization."

The inconvenience was annoying enough to prompt a search for a seamstress. Being Lucky Herrmann, I found, in Nephi, Utah, Melissa McDonald, seamstress extraordinaire.

I explained what I needed adding that having grown up in Japan and Germany my aesthetic required something outside the usual khaki shorts and black t-shirt that's the uniform of the day.

This evoked a delightful and encouraging smile as she attested to her own belief that men should dress with more "flavor."

Fujifilm XP - Camera no good!

Not just a happy home-maker humming along, she is a professionally-trained patternmaker. God knows how she developed her aesthetic, but her husband teaches art at the three local schools. I commend her highly to those who might need alterations or even bespoke services. She can be reached at 435-868-7484.

Gussets - To enable removal without taking off boots

And for those who may be familiar with the childrens' story Fenwick's Suit, watch for the upcoming video of me "striking poses."