encaustic on board, 8"x8" with pastel drawings on tissue paper collaged into the wax.Alternative title:
Over Easy

"The other day I hustled on my clothes, since I was running late, and inadvertently put on a pair of old baggy jeans. No prob, really. Still serviceable, albeit a bit droopy around my hips. I slipped my wallet into my pocket as usual, with my Smartrip card in the outer fold of the wallet, then headed out. Get to station. Pull out wallet and swipe Smartrip card to get onto platform. Return wallet to pocket, hang around on platform, train arrives, enter train, sit down. Begin reading. All is well. . . . . Approaching exit station, I stand up and gee the wallet in my pocket feels kind of "funny". Exiting the train at my destination I realize that, rather than putting my wallet back in my pocket earlier, I missed the pocket entirely and I just slid it down inside my pants. And these being much baggier trow than the usual, as I am getting out of the train and onto the crowded platform, I feel my wallet begin to slide slowly down the inside of my thigh. Oops. A discrete but effective clutch at my crotch (discrete because I didn't want to scare anyone) and I retrieve the sliding wallet. I hook it back up to the vicinity of my waistband and I deftly (and quite nonchalantly I might add) pluck it out. Swipe Smartrip card to exit Metro and nestle wallet back --- carefully. carefully! --- into pocket this time. Lesson learned: When wearing baggy trousers, aim better."+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Soft pastels on encaustic. About 7"x10".
This is an interesting question that kind of assumes I've actually tried all these other media and made an informed and intelligent decision to go with one over all the others. Which, in my case, isn't true at all. I have never used either acrylics or oils. I have never been tempted to try them.
While we were all seated in the NGA's East Building Auditorium, awaiting the beginning of this afternoon's Mellon Lecture, a perky girl with a clipboard scampered up to gush and fawn over a couple sitting in front of me, assuring the man and woman that they were MOST welcomed and that NATURALLY the seats all around them at the lecture were reserved for their friends. And that OF COURSE they were invited to a Special Reception afterwards, with Dr. Miller. Blah blah blah. The now-thoroughly-brownnosed chickie then scurried off, wreathed in knowing smiles. And then, very shortly after the lecture began, that woman sitting in front of me threw back her head, opened her mouth wide, and commenced to sleep through the entire effing lecture.
I enjoyed the first of this year's Mellon Lectures at the National Gallery of Art, given by Professor Mary Miller, from Yale's Department of the History of Art.
Her series title: Art and Representation in the Ancient New World. Her topic today: The Shifting Now of the Pre-Columbian Past. She is a very dynamic teacher, very passionate about her field. A joy to listen to!
Makes me want to go back to Dumbarton Oaks and take a closer look at the Pre-Columbian treasures there. (See also Mesoweb and FAMSI-Foundation for the Advancement of Mesoamerican Studies.)
I love living here, damnit. The whole city is full of treasures. (BTW, image above is from the Dresden Codex.)
"Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"
encaustic, with image transfer
✱ Hans Namuth's images of Pollock at work in exhibition Namuth Portraits, at the National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC
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✱ Mark Bradford on Art:21
Your Mars rover, called Spirit.



Found printed on the plastic bag I put the fennel in at the market: Eat You Colors Every Day. Good advice. But what does it mean? Crayolas are edible, aren't they? Does this mean we ought to internalize our art somehow. Stains on the fingers not being sufficient, somehow, eh? Must ingest?