Today, at my first “Beyond Basic Wheel Throwing” class, I did these:

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Jon Higuchi, the regular instructor, was not there, but Luis Baiz, whom I’ve known for decades from Phoenix College, was filling in. He let me take this selfie:

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My mouth is open like that because Louie said, “Say ‘Cerveza.'” I usually do what Louie says. He’s kind of like Yoda.

During cleanup Lou asked me lightheartedly, “Did it feel good?”

It did. I need this.

Every year the Glendale Arts Council presents a juried art show in Glendale, Arizona’s Sahuaro Ranch Park. For the past few years, due to my frequent changes in residence, I haven’t received the application and notice for the show, though I’ve been in the show in every single decade since the 70s, and a few times brought home ribbons, and twice cash.

But this post is about Procrastination, not Bragging. Even when I did receive ample notice I would put off the selection and preparation of two show pieces till the last minute. I had a few day’s notice this year, and produced two pieces in advance of deadline, but due to work and reliance on public transportation was not able to get them to the receiving point in time.

So let’s have a little two-piece art show right here, Friends:

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“Appeal,” armature wire, 9″ x 7″ x 4″. Category: Sculpture.

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“Diptych in Black, White and Gray,” 11″ x 17″. Category: Mixed Media.

Critiques are welcome, Friends, and the more clinically honest, the better.

But we can’t sign off on this post yet. If I want to stop being a Last-Minute Charlie, and believe me I do, there must be an end to this dysfunctional method of preparation. One thing I could do is enter a LOT of Art Shows, not just one a year. The other possibility that comes to mind is having more of these private, blog-posted shows–say one a month. Then there is that which has not occurred to me yet. But that can wait–or can it?

 

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I have not played chess for a long time. At my best I wasn’t very good. But Chess is great subject matter, 2D or 3D. When I was heavily into ceramic sculpture I made several chess pieces with human heads and sometimes limbs; and I made at least two chess sets. I’ve wanted for a long time to draw or paint all the moves of a chess match in comic-book panel continuity, warping the board and pieces with each move to show the drama that was going on. But that is a MAJOR project and will have to wait.

Life and Chess overlap in the realms of Conflict, Positioning, Caste, and Planning. With chess AI proving sufficiently good to defeat chess grandmasters, it has become apparent that the ability to exhaustively review all possible moves “checkmates” ingenuity and intuition. Perhaps we will be humbled enough to move on to endeavors that are not combative. Therein lies Peace On Earth, my friends.

Life & Chess

Loose astringents may be styptic
Tight dual portraits form a diptych
Friend turned foe may grip may seize
Even with bewobbled knees
& find looseness holds the keys

Notice the mistake I made in line 2. I forgot the second letter was an I, and looking at it thought it was an T, the base of the L doing double-duty as a crossbar. It’s an easy fix–change “Tight” to “Inked” and it even makes more sense, although we lose the dichotomy from line 1’s “Loose”–but let’s let it be. It’s Human.

It is a new year. What better way to start a healthy culinary journey than at the all-Vegan café Urban Beans?

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Here is Pumpkin Curry with a side of brown rice. The urban-beaned Coffee is laced with almond milk and plain granulated sugar. The book is by world-renowned health guy Andrew Weil, M.D., and I intend to live, breathe, and, yes, Eat it until I know it backwards and forwards.

I could not remember if I’d done a double-acrostic Urban Beans before, but was sure I’ve never done “urban vegan beans,” so

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urban vegan beans

unbound flavor comes to b
renaissanced to taste & see
boosting pepperminted tea
absent sausage veal prawn
nutrients and RUSH°LeMans

Happy New Year, Friends!

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Though I try to be a rational, reasoning person, a lifetime of social inertia and personal virtualization had yielded a network of date-specific superstition. New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are days to do good, example-setting things, things it would be good to do all year long. So on New Year’s Eve I headed for the Devonshire Senior Center. My friend Maggie had called me last week and I had committed to visiting with her.

Alas, she was not there. But I did get a replacement membership card, and talked to walk organizer Tracy about the status of walk programs, and got a new coffee card for a buck, and made this:

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The only thing I have resolved to do in 2019 is live to see 2020. But it would be nice to help someone, to fall in love with the right person, and to paint the masterpiece I know I have it in me to paint.

There’s a joke about Southerners with pickup trucks, which I use ironically in the little drawing I made.

What are the most common last words of Southerners with pickup trucks?

“Hey, y’all, WATCH THIS!”

I had a second cup of coffee this morning. Then I put on a pair of dirty jeans that need to be thrown away due to a rip near the inseam, gathered a load of laundry and got a wash cycle going, and found a public-domain photo of Chloë Grace Morentz, whom I had just seen in the DVD of THE EQUALIZER, starring Denzel Washington.

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This is proving to be a good way to ease into a productive first-day-off. Washing takes about half an hour; drying, 45 minutes. The breaks are just right for stretching the legs, going out and coming back, and having a fresh look at the work in progress. I paid enough mind to this portrait to deem it “finished sketch” so I signed it and scanned it. The scan revealed a few flaws that I tweaked.

Time to go back out to the laundry room . . .

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This was done in a frenzy this morning. No decks of cards were consulted. I took the pressure to perform away by committing to a series of card studies, so that this would be merely one, then imagined a scenario where I had to draw well or not get my Ice Cream Cone. (Some parts of us never grow up.) Gave myself twenty minutes but went over a little. The imposition of a really tight deadline sometimes generates good, nervous energy.

Today I did two quite different drawings.

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Loosely inspired by the novel/fable FLATLAND and by classes in analytical geometry, this was done freehand, first in pencil, then ink.

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This is a portrait of my Facebook friend Niccolea M Nance, using her current profile picture as an image source. I drew her because today in my “Facebook Memories” the portrait I posted of her exactly nine years ago came up. I was curious about how a new portrait would be done, and I satisfied my curiosity by doing it.

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Diane Householder Norrbom is my aunt, my mother’s half-sister, but spiritually no “half-” about it. My mother trusts her more than anyone, including me, and so she should.

Ever since my brother Brian, who was Mom’s caregiver, died, Diane has risen to the enormous challenge of seeing to it that Mom is taken care of. That task is compounded by the fact that Diane lives in Lakewood, California. Several times Diane has driven across the Mojave desert to come put out fires, jump through bureaucratic hoops, hire and fire caregivers, and address a slew of troubles. The proper disposition of my late brother’s unusable vehicle alone was a nightmare, since the title was collateralized by one of those horrible loanshark outfits. She had to punch through a couple of brick walls for that one, even with my inept “help.”

So I’m grateful to her. So when she came to town last Thursday, I told her we’d go out and have some fun, and the budget would be $200.

Wouldn’t you know it–time and opportunity slid away, and we never had that fun. But I had made a commitment, one very specific as to funding. And she was.leaving this morning.

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This morning I gave her a shipping envelope that contained a hundred dollar bill, a fifty, a twenty, a ten, and four fives. “I don’t know what this is about,” she said. I told her a classmate of mine had posted on Facebook that we are not what we say we’re going to do, but what we actually do, and that the money needed to be spent on having fun, and that my target time for a California visit is February, but don’t wait for then to spend it, just spend it on fun, and please don’t give any of it away to needy relatives, including me. She agreed, and we have tentative plans to have February fun at the Redondo Beach pier, which I have visited before with great gusto.

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But there was more in the envelope:  three original drawings of mine, temporary-mounted on two pieces of posterboard. One is my double-take on Greta Garbo, part of my November “Finishline” series; one is not only a Finishline drawing but the latest in my Utensil series; and one is a recent post-Inktober ink drawing. I am currently charging either $20.00 an hour or $100 apiece, whichever is less, for drawings on this scale, so on that basis Diane got an envelope with contents valued at $500.00. But she deserves much much more, and not merely material things. She has been an incredible, strong matriarch for our family.

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Speaking of family, here is Misty, Diane’s niece and Mom’s current live-in caregiver. (Here she shows her surfergirl/hippiechick California roots by flashing us a peace sign.) Bless her heart. She has made a world of difference in Mom’s quality of life.

And it was Diane who brought Mom and Misty together. Just another of Diane’s wise miracles.