Monday, October 16, 2017

Durango

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)

https://youtu.be/4T41M7cCqsU










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







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



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. http://durangoarts.org/



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 on the stage.

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 I'd bought lying on its side.

You would no doubt have gasped in awe as my my martially-arted reflexes brought up the bottle. Simultaneously, I was astonished to see the cup, wedged between the two chairs, was 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 looking at the floor to confirm that not a drop has escaped!!

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


Epilogue:

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!!

THANK YOU!!!

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."

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Parowan Gap - Utah






From the West Side







Closer Up






East Side 
Not sure what's going on with this image
but it's interesting enuff (to me) to endure






Funky Video. 




This past Spring, on my way somewhere in Utah, it got dark and I pulled off into the bushes next to the two-lane highway. In the morning, as I stepped out to pull on my pants, I was taken aback when a guy out for his morning run came right through camp!

On his way back he joined me for coffee and told how the plan to move in with a woman a couple of days earlier had fallen through when she'd suddenly disappeared. In anticipation of the move, he'd given up his apartment and having nowhere else to go had moved into his Honda Element. After filing a missing persons report, he'd taken to camping and was, apparently, just around the corner  from me. (At least he was QUIET!)

A runner, he'd trained in his youth with olympic athletes. Now, at 74, he runs 2 - 8 miles a day and regularly competes in marathons...always training for the next one. Having settled in Parowan, he rides his bike to the yoga center each morning, then, three times a week, goes across the street to the gym to lift weights for two hours. He then goes for his run...enjoying the mountain trails surrounding the town.

Somehow, in that first brief encounter, he caught the jist of my enthusiasms and and told of several beautiful places to camp which, over the next few days, I took advantage of. Several weeks later I was surprised when he called to see where I was. I mean, who cares?

We chatted briefly during which I expressed my gratitude for the information about camping spots; about the weather and an upcoming race he was competing in... and hung up.

But a few weeks later, I, for some reason feeling a need for reciprocal politeness, called him. It was the same, he was training for the Senior Olympics, concerned about the current politics (too conservative) and had seen some football on TV; I figured I'd done my duty. I'm into women, not guys. Three weeks later he called AGAIN!!

So after a quick run out to Santa Barbara to make sure the ocean was still there (Waves CRASHING on the beach!!! Turquoise Bikini!!), I stopped by on my way back. We visited while I did laundry and he showed me the plum trees (excellent!! And organic!!) behind the laundromat. As I was about to leave he asked if I'd been to Parowan Gap. I said I'd never heard of it and he proceeded to give me directions. It's a cleft through a mountain range, a gorgeous spot complete with petroglyphs. I found a 4wd road to the top of the hill where I made camp and enjoyed a blissful night of stars and quiet.

It's called: friend.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Wit & Whimsy...off the deep end - Springville Museum of Art





More Beautiful 
by Gregory Abbott



The pain in the area of my kidney-liver (chicken-liver?) sent me in search of medical assistance. The need for a regular art fix sent me to the Payson-Provo-Springville (Springville Museum of Art!!) area. Wit & Whimsey at The Museum looked like "just the ticket."









The show includes work by twelve artists all of which are listed on the title card at the very bottom. Although I enjoyed the quilt show (see prev post), it's exhibits such as this that keeps Springville near the top of my "Return To" list.



Astronaut










What's the Point
by Marcee Blackerby (Facebook)

















My fav....obviously.






The Tree of Knowledge













Saturday, September 2, 2017

Springville Museum of Art - Quilt Show

I picked up "something" from some water (carelessly) imbibed from a spring in The Granites southeast of Jackpot, NV. After several weeks the pain and diarrhea convinced me to seek help. Checking the exhibits at the Springville Museum of Art (through Sept 23), I decided Payson, Utah was the place I oughta be.

This would be the second time I stumbled into their annual quilt show. Although I do sew on my suspender buttons, I otherwise don't find sewing an interesting activity. But the "cloth paintings" in last year's show stirred a quiver of anticipation as I realized I'd arrived, once again, at the right time.

The show is billed as a collaborative endeavor, women CAN (I didn't see a single entry by a male), apparently, unlike men, cooperate. But having direct experience, I know that often what gets shown at a museum is an expression of the curator's aesthetic. With that in mind, when you visit I encourage you to extend your appreciation to Ms. Emily Larsen Boothe, Assistant Curator/Collections Manager.






This is a LARGE exhibit with, I'm guessing, nearly 100 pieces. Although a number are of traditional motifs, I was again pleasantly surprised by the number of "paintings in cloth."

Of course, photos don't capture the vibrancy of color, textures and sheens -- exquisite dimensions of sensuality!

Admission FREE; donation box near the door.


As you enter the museum, just beyond the donations box to the left is Ralph the Rhino. A FINE way to start!











So many photos follow I'm gonna mention my fav here.  Hole in the Wall, included in the Utah Quilt Guild's traveling exhibit Ruby Jubilee, was the only, other than the exhibit itself, collaborative work. Hanging in a narrow hall, I couldn't get far enough back to photograph its entirety.


But as you can see, each piece is very different. The fact that the "ground" worked with them all says something for the group.





Fuzziness!! (Always an attraction!)





Figuration; another affinity of mine.





There's something about dots.











(The garden court to the left)
















































































VIDEO LINKS







After alerting Ms. Larsen, in case she had edits or suggestions....
9/5/17 4:30 p.m. MDT


Hi Michael –

I am so happy you liked the show! We are thrilled that you could visit. I’d love to meet you next time you are in town!

Your blog post is fabulous, though you give me way too much credit! The quilt show has been going on for 44 years now, and I was just lucky enough to inherit the opportunity to work on it. It is a true team effort of the entire staff and quilters from around the state.

Thank you so much for your kind words and appreciation for what we do. Notes and posts like this one make all of the hard work worth it!

Best,

Emily

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Emily Larsen Boothe
Assistant Curator & Collections Manager
Springville Museum of Art