Lamp Post

Conversation with the vet:

Babe, what do you call this?
Uh… a lamppost.
I know it’s a lamppost, but what do you call it now?
It’s still a lamppost.
But, what is it? It’s got to be called something else.

So, what do you call a lamppost that looks a little different than other lampposts?

Drum rolls or eye rolls, we agreed on “artsy” as the adjective.
It’s just a lamppost, but… he can call it an artsy lamppost if he so pleases.
Give me time, sweet man. That rusty ol’ pole won’t be the first clue of an artist in residence.

I did give it a fresh coat of paint and pounded a wooden spoon paddle into the ground beside the base to help wedge it up a bit straighter. It’s the stained glass inserts that make him think it needs a new name. They were fun to make but took awhile as I had sold my glass grinder and my hands kept cramping up with bones locked in a shadow play duck position.

Photos snapped along the way:

Had to revamp this plan… clear glass was too thick for my came.

New plan… going with the blues. This is a “use whatcha got” project.

Forget the Dremel… this glass file works GREAT!

Hand cramps: with a flashlight and sheet, we could call that a duck.

Putting it together… yeah, it’s been awhile.
And I couldn’t find my plastic dodahs for the horseshoe nails.

All done… surprised it glows oranges.

Thanks for reading!

Sweep

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Sweep

a representational abstract in colored pencil (polychromos)
9 x 11 inches, matted 11 x 14, ready to frame

Thanks for looking!

 

TILT done

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Hurt me, I bleed red. Now it’s done.

Debated about revising my LAST post, but bump that… art evolves, so why delete the contemplation of done just because you hit it with a couple more pencils?

Another quick cell snap, this time at night in a darker room… I just walked in from a night at Open M, as in Open Mind, Open Mic at the M Gallery in downtown Youngstown, Ohio, and knew at first glance that it needed some Pompeian Red tamped down by Rotviolett Purple and a little Delft Blue.

There is an energy shared by creative expression… artists, musicians, singers, poets, whatever feed off each other without consuming anything… all it does is heighten the vibe, expand the energy to spark more creative expressions. Sure, sometimes you need to isolate from the world to zone into what you are doing, but what good is a painting that is never shown or a poem that is never read?

Thanks for reading.

Here is the previous version (unfinished) in case you wish to compare without scrolling back.

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