control

stamp out spam!

Sad to say, times have changed.

Due to unwarranted and unwanted traffic on my blog,

I've installed every bell, hoop and whistle I can find.

Sorry to ask you to jump and shout.

Don't take it personally.

Unless you should.

sunscape

Dylan

I've been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan lately.

Last fall, we saw him perform with Mark Knopfler

 in a delightfully small arena (4000).

In spite of his being old-er, (what - you're not?),

 the show was wonderful.

So was Bob.

Look who showed up in my sketchbook. 

A much younger man.

fireplugs

What is it about all the offerings
on the fireplugs in this town?

The dog takes credit for some.

He thinks because he waters them,

 they're all his.

He calls them dogplugs.

blue vase

It took for-ev-er for this one to show up.

Though I still see lots to do,

I think I better leave it alone
for now.

andy's cows

-Andy Warhol

I like to buy art calendars in February,

when they're cheap.

It's a good way to collect reproductions.

Besides finds like VanGogh, Matisse, and Klimpt,  

I got a great Warhol calendar online from the Metropolitan

for $3.99.

And it came with this 24"x36" poster of Andy's herd.

Such a deal.

humpty-dumpty

hennessey

Must be some guy in a dog suit.

Dogs are big tippers.

evolution

I had just printed the picture I posted on February 10th.

When I put it on the counter with my pen,

I saw this.   

I swear I did not set this up;

I couldn't be this clever if I tried.

What I did do is see it

 and take a photo of a photo with my phone.

Last week, I heard a scientist speculate that,

as billions of us are now carrying cameras,

we may actually evolve into another species.

One which thinks and sees differently.

Hmmm...

march

I love March.

sunny side up

Good news!

Daylight Savings Time

begins in less than two weeks

on March 10th.

Sunny side up!

headstand

Standing on my head makes me sick. 

It makes me feel like something bad is about to happen.
Upside-down.

Pay-offs for living longer:

No more headstands.
No more twirling on a swing.

Ahhhhh... 

feral cat

Another feral cat showed up

at the house on Sunset Beach.

Barely.

here nor there

In the studio and on the laptop.

Neither here nor there.

Just an observation.

zippy fishies

Here's to zippy fishies everywhere.

They fly through the water like birds.

Remember to be amazed.

getting back

A grocery store bouquet

in a blender

with a votive lit by the sun.

Everything looks so good in Hawaii,
 it's difficult getting back.

So much beauty challenges perception...

Sad to say, I'm afraid
 the Queen did not protesteth nearly enough.

Like... light your hair on fire, girl!

You can tell I'm not quite
all the way back yet.

ubiquity

From the signature and the ubiquitous little men, you'd think this mural was maybe painted by Sven Haring.

hale hokua

Home sweet hale, where all colors are possible all the time.

wave

Wave goodbye. 

Aloha.

good company

After my confession in the previous post,

I heard from a couple of cataract compatriots.

Both very fine painters.

We are in good company. 

Claude Monet founded Impressionism

 through vision veiled by cataracts.

He painted his Waterlilies half-submerged by them.

   
Claude Monet, Reflections of Clouds on the Water-Lily Pond, c. 1920

Here's an interesting Wiki bit:

In 1923, Monet underwent two operations to remove his cataracts: the paintings done while the cataracts affected his vision have a general reddish tone, which is characteristic of the vision of cataract victims. It may also be that after surgery he was able to see certain ultraviolet wavelengths of light that are normally excluded by the lens of the eye; this may have had an effect on the colors he perceived. After his operations he even repainted some of these paintings,

 with bluer water lilies than before.

next

So, what's next?

Hardly ever what you expect.

See, the details change.

Like the cataracts I didn't know I had.

Now I can't see the details at all.

Sht.

See?

But they do explain all the fits and starts
I've had in the studio in the last few months.
Actually, this might not be a totally bad thing...

Now I can't get fussy with my painting.

Definitely a plus.

For instance, now fussy and fuzzy look about the same.

I'm tellin' ya, this could be good.

So I'm doing what any mature adult would do.
I'm running away.
Ima goin to Oahu,
back to the North Shore.

When I get back from Hawaii at the end of the month,

I can just have them removed

maybe get some vision correction done at the same time.

Probably a plus.

Gulp.

Do I sound casual?

Are the drugs working?

self-portrait

Rub-a-dub-dub,

scrubbin' the tub.

tree #14

This last little tree begins this new year in a fresh forest,

a forest that breathes for us.

Like I said back at the beginning...

lungs of the planet.

tree #14

tree #13

I know this triskaidekaphobia stuff
is difficult for some to deal with,

so this won't be the thirteenth tree in the series.

Just the only irradiated one.

For your protection.

*grinning emoticon here*

tree #13

tree #12

It's a bright and sunny first day of the 13th year.

Why not make 13 your new lucky number?

Believe it or not,

luck is a choice. 

tree #12