A vicarious experience.
I got taken along as She-of-the-Capri visited the museum.
Braided yarn and twine resemble the way some people of color "do" their hair. Spread fingers to "largen" for detail.
It helps to read the arist's statement
Harris Beach State Park is popular with surfers, swimmers, children. There's a campground but it has a staffed gate & I wasn't curious enough to bother. The overlook, just off the highway, has a nice trail down to the beach, but it's a couple hundred feet down....and then there's back up.
The trail to Arch Rock overlook is through a lovely copse. But, again, it was too far, though I surmised it wasn't any more than 1,000 ft.
Low tide was around 7:30 pm. The days afternoons and evenings seem to linger more than they do further south. It helps since today it was 4 pm when I left camp.
I stopped at Hawethorne gallery in Port Orford. Damien, a scion, said the art is half family and half artists they like. A beautiful space, aside from two, beautifully polished, female nudes shaped from driftwood, most of the work was mediocre. Damien said their location in Big Sur has been extant for over 30 years. Someone has deep pockets.
Click or tap on images to largen,
but it takes you out of the post and can be annoying
I hear Carl and his garden are putting Hanksville on the map. Likely there are many photos and videos, but we were dissatisfied with all but a few of the ones we took. Here's a video and a couple of pix of the splendid cats.
The plan was to spend the two weeks before the urology appointment going over the mountain from Jemez Springs to Los Alamos, down the other side to Espanola and thence to Taos...and back. But the Santa Fe Forest was closed due to the extreme fire danger.
Having gotten to Jemez Springs before discovering the forest was closed and it being too far to go back, I continued on toward Los Alamos.
As I went past I noticed the "teeth."
Unsure of what I'd seen, I made a u-ee....and discovered.
Two in one - gallery & cat fixes.
Luckypee Snickerdoodle - Snicker, to his intimates
This post is to broaden awareness of the Festival and encourage support for Chip's mural.
Chip Thomas is one of those amazing people you rarely hear about.
But anyone's who's traveled the Navajo Reservation has probably seen his murals on the sides of abandoned buildings.
In 2019, along with a showing of a movie about his work, Chip gave a presentation at the Bluff Arts Festival. This year there's a Go Fund Me campaign to raise $1,750.00 for a mural on Cedar Hall, a project that is part of Design Build Utah @ Bluff. I gave $25.00.
Link to Go Fund Me Campaign.
Below are links to Festival-related events.
List of films at the Film Festival Friday October 15th, 6:30 - 9:00pm
Workshope -- Three on Saturday, October 16 & Two on Sunday, October 17.
Artist Market -- Saturday, October 16th, 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.
Google Map showing location of Bluff Community Center where Artist Market happens.
And for those who do Facebook....
See you there!
Approaching the house, one is met with this tableau.
John Henry Waddell died in 2019 at age 98. His wife Ruth, also an artist (link to her website), was the model for many of his sculptures and lives on.
Daniel Pierre, came to the remote location in 1978 to learn about bronze casting and did all of the casting of John Henry's sculptures.
Daniel, a sculptor and print-maker, is currently working in wood and developing a line of furniture. For information regarding his or John Henry's work he can be reached at 928-202-8335.
By Daniel Pierre
The rest of the pieces are by J.H. Waddell.
There's a large berm surrounding what was meant to be a lake. This seated figure looks up at the women along the top.
From atop the berm.
Diane gets a small (link is to her website) mention on p.47 in The Art of Tinkering by Karen Wilkinson & Mike Petrich.
Flying Scool
Some Images from The Guggenheim Foundation
https://www.gf.org/fellows/all-fellows/diane-landry/
Books.
https://www.amazon.com/Diane-Landry-Defibrillators-English-French/dp/2921801418
https://www.amazon.com/Grannys-Gift-Diane-Landry/dp/1451201354
So, most days I wake up with something we've named the gobloots. It's a generalized feeling of dread mixed with terror and helplessness. The name comes from a fictional ailment Ricky Ricardo once told Lucy she had. Usually it goes away in less than an hour.
You'll recall my mention of how a couple of weeks after I left the credit union, Bank of America called and offered me the Marketing Directorship of Albuquerque. I declined saying I'd just leased an art gallery space. Over the next four years I averaged $50,000.00 in sales, a fifth of what I felt was necessary to make the gallery viable. But art always came through for me even though the money never did.
I turned 68 this morning around 6:00 a.m.
I think my chances have come and gone. But its been a great ride!
