Beginning the new “semester” of art classes for my grandkids. This time we are going in two different directions. First, we are creating temporary sculptural art from existing materials in the desert, with small, painted gifts for whomever finds it. Kai went with me this week.
After hiking a ways into the mountains, we selected a nondescript niche off the trail, but not far enough as to remain undiscovered for long.
Then we added a floor of flat rocks.
Followed by two larger elements, a piece of a dead tree, and a large boulder. This created the basic environment of the shrine.
Then we painted several small rocks from the bed of the wash. This is something I did for years hiking in the Catalinas. I would bring a few colors with me and leave a painted rock behind for the next observant hiker. We left a treasure trove here.
The one Kai is working on here was for himself, not the shrine. It is, he explained to me, a truthtelling rock. One side is black, and the other white. If he flips it, the way it lands will tell him whether you are lying or not.
This is the finished piece, and below are closeups of the individual rocks. If you look long enough, maybe you will find it!
First glimpse of the Treasury upon entering Petra, in Jordan.
That’s How The Light Gets In
I have seen a camel walk, and I am not at all sure what he means. This is, however, SCOTS, and it never fails to bring a smile to my face, as their odd brand of hillbilly funk often does. An ex girlfriend turned me on to Dirt Track Date, and I recommend as a starting point for anyone who hasn’t yet explored their music.
This was taken outside of Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India, on a camel “safari”. Walking like a camel may be sexy, at least to Rick Miller of Southern Culture On The Skids, but riding one is definitely not.
3D printing seems poised to change our world as dramatically as did the automobile, radio, or the internet.
The opening for my grandkids’ paintings was a roaring success, with 5 of the thirteen sold and a great turnout. I didn’t take nearly enough photos, but here are the best of what I did get. Mila was sick, so we will have another reception on March 1st, so she can participate and so you all will have a second chance to meet the artists.
Hung and ready to go.
Kai posing with his work
I would like to know why there hasn’t been a single word from the United States State Department about this. I would also like to hear from the Olympic Committee. I am not a fan of Pussy Riot, but I am most certainly a fan of free speech. Russia has no business hosting an Olympic Games, and I hope this will be their last for a very long time. If I were an Olympic athlete, I would refuse to compete in solidarity with these brave women.
Cinematic Jazz, they call it. It all begins with a bass line, and then the magic happens. Whether it comes from the Magic Sandbox is uncertain. All I know is that I like it.
The Magic Sandbox
Jason on Sax
Ernie E. Mendoza
Howe Gelb, Jason Urman, Boyd Peterson
In the marble carving district of Mandalay, this young man and dozens like him spend their days covered in marble dust. Most of the Buddhas carved here are destined for wealthy monasteries in China. The workers, on the other hand, will likely never leave Mandalay.