A tiny selection of the unbelievable work of HAS Students






Images shown:
Landscape: Ron Mazellan
Portrait of Lori Ann Levy-Holm: Chuck Primeau
Angel: Greg Newbold
Bear: Jacqueline Decker " my belly button broke into a smile" Murray T.
3D Postcard: Lori Ann Levy-Holm

There was a critique yesterday of the work completed to express the Pasadena area/ Pasadena trip that the Hartford students took last fall. Every single piece was wonderful--each showing each student's skill, his/her personaliity and helping them evolve. Many of the students tried new things, new media, new approaches and leaned into the assignment to terrific results. The critique was interesting for me--as I nervously scribbled notes about new techniques, new ideas, things to try, things to think about, turning ideas on its head. The bar is high (as you can see), the talent diverse, the work interesting. I cannot imagine doing everything to keep up with this pack. The larger class dynamic is going to be great.

an aside



I can't get over how almost barren even the populated areas are here in this town. Seems very stripped down, stark. Hollow... empty...However, because the weather protects the older buildings and they seem almost new...the bricks are still sharp, detail maintained. The Stockyard was a bit of the shockyard as I mused outloud to Gerry, asking dumbly "are these guys in costume?" referencing a pack of men in cowboy hats, boots, belts, vests...the rig...and Gerry's response was that " no, that's what we wear here". The Texan version of Trachten. If you are proud, you wear it. I love the range of hats and boots from the flat brims to the real live ten gallon hat. From white boots with turquoise trim, brown boots with kiwi trim, or elegant snakeskin ones with tips that could kill cockroaches in corners. You wear your pride--and I guess, this is the piece that gives some soul to this austere environment. Peacocks on the plains.

Day Three: Ray-Mel Cornelius, pride of Texas



Ray-Mel Cornelius is an illustrator who grew up on a ranch outside of Dallas. He was surrounded by a landscape that has influenced his life, his work and his vision. He was raised by a father who, with his friends, would "be strapped to a 500 pound animal to chase a 500 pound animal"--an environment he was more an observer versus a participant. However, the landscape called to him:" I was surrounded by this massive landscape...I could see from horizon to horizon...I spend most of my time surrounded by this landscape". His love for landscape has shown itself in his commercial work but has expanded into his gallery paintings, which I think is a mode that speaks to his love and joins it to a brilliant palette. Ray- Mel recognizes that illustration is a struggling business. Gallery painting became a necessity --but personally, I feel that the necessity is a place that he can expand his love of landscape, his love and pride in Texas, and those images that capture Texas such as livestock, and his cowboy paintings. I throughly enjoyed Ray-Mel Cornelius, his relaxed personna, his beautiful work and his love of where he lives and what he does.

Fish do Fly





Flying Fish
2913 Montgomery St
Fort Worth, TX 76107
Menu>>
(817) 989-2277

Trust Carol to ask around at the hotel to see where the locals eat and end up finding a gem of a place. Flying Fish is one such place. Imagine a place that you can eat a MUD BUG? Ever eaten them? Imagine> ? a Bug>? I have, though not tonight. They are crayfish or as I was raised, crawdads. They really are more bugs. We all had great food with great ambience along with their wall of Basses--and a sort of friendly bunker interior. Just perfect. Way more perfect than any white table cloth place. The grilled food was beautiful. I had catfish which was perfect and M. contented himself with a lovely plate of crab legs. And, nothing was going to break the bank.

The Fort Worth Telegram in August, 2007 said:

This hopping seafood joint is already making a splash

BY JUNE NAYLOR
SPECIAL TO THE STAR-TELEGRAM

The minute you walk into Flying Fish, you know owner Shannon Wynne has spent a lifetime of weekends at the lake. The inside of this busy seafood joint carries the vibes of his favorite catfish shack and a well-loved lakeside cabin, as the walls are covered with bass and other fish trophies. There's even a marina element, with a big vintage Evinrude sign dominating one wall.

Wynne -- who grew up fishing at the lake on his family farm but now has his own place on Caddo Lake -- found plenty of Cowtown pals who share his fixation on relaxing waterside escapes: At eye level alongside the booths are photos of Fort Worth folk with their own fishing tales attached.

Apparently, everyone in town has caught the fish fever, too, judging from the crowds that spill out on the porch every day at noon and for the dinner hour. The only way my gang has been able to eat there in under an hour is to go either before the lunch rush or after the supper crush.
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--see, can't Carol pick em>? Top drawer!

Day Two: Hartford in Dallas: Jose Cruz

Jose Cruz was, for me, the big surprise of the day. We were warned about possible antics, possibly stuff "going down" and we didn't get it. Last time he visited the SU group, it was with a gold luchado mask (what is not to love?)--so he, in a sassy repartee with Carol T was asked "What else can we get you, sir?" "hookers." "Without the mask, I cannot perform". But he did...opening with "I am going to bore you with some really bad slides>" They weren't bad. And they were of the images that speak to him--which, as we got further and further into where he is going now, I went from polite to paying attention. His inspirations range from George Hardy (need to dig on that one), Robert Williams (see below), George Powell's puppetoons, and the collection of wonders he discovers in antique/ flea markets which he cleverly opens his presentation by showing the object of inspiration and the image (s) derivative of it. Lots of crazy deco toys from Felix the cat to roboty-little guys to animals. Interestingly, a lot of the same type of inspirations, the divine Chris Spollen uses in his earlier pix with the hotrods etc. but colored and textured in the mid-late eighties memphis palette (def memphis--not as sweet as Michael Graves took the aesthetic).

This earlier work was very simple in pastel colors with a single layout (a square floating in a rectangle with a border that reflected the proportions of a polaroid picture). He used light, medium, dark> no shadows> because as he said," shadows make work and you can't work quickly. " The old time is money thing. He is friends with Danny Pelavin--and has learned a great deal from him--from Danny's style, composition and integration of type. He did this work for quite a while until he took a trip to Mexico. " The water looks so soft, you want to jump in." He said that he was told by a person that swimming was not a good idea despite the beauty of the water because of the sharks." Jose turned around and was confronted by this sign:

He was struck with the simplicity but the corroded//eroded aspect of this image that it was aesthetic changing. To Jose Cruz, it was monumental. And from that, he started seeing more signage and stencils and street art "someone was doing graffiti with the Jesus thing" (see below) Its interesting that it hit him--because the Date Farmers were struck by the same imagery which has bounced into their work--driving a crude, hand made quality that I think Jose Cruz is seeking. Different results--but very similar starting points. I don't think he knows about them--it would be cool if he did. Cruz sites Keith Harring's work which he has pulled inspiration relative to the use of patterns and texture as well as the creation of a personal symbol program (such as Harring's Radiant Baby) which Cruz has established--a sperm symbol signifying himself/ masculinity/testosterone and a one eyed creature. I couldnt really fathom the other symbols, but I am sure if you got into it with Jose, he would be able to talk to it. He also started cutting his canvas up (not literally, yet) in black and white--again symbolic of polarity, positive and negative. He started to really pare his work down and was inspired by old advertising art of the 40s(?). Keeping it simple. He would look for cuts "Small ads are small art. Blow it up really big." Keeps the detail to the minimum. He works in squares again, only 2'x2', 4'x4' or half 2'x4' on beautifully screwed together plywood panels with wood spacers. The slides dont show it, but he works his backgrounds with type, collage, drawings he sands away to expose what is there. He applies all sorts of stuff from Melagros to Barbie torsos (which all, to me, seems very predictable)--but the black and white stuff is sensational. Finally, he is letting his emotions surface on these canvases with funny, dirty captions that somehow seem a bit sweet given the boy we are allowed to see through his toys, his pain and the way his art is helping (I believe it helps him) him, giving him a visual diary, a mirror to his feelings. These black and white, "Insult Paintings" are a nice ending for our talk about Jose Cruz because through these images, I feel that he is letting go a bit--seeing the art, and perhaps channeling this energy and bottled anger to create finally, in a way that reflects his vision,up bringing and his place as an artist. He seems very happy in this world of art--answering his own visual problems--talking to us about his worries, sadness and negative energy. I appreciate his ability to get it all out, and use his art to see himself more clearly--and be able to talk about his world, his life, his lost loves, his daughter and the women who have scorned him. It would be nice if he liked himself a bit more...and know that we do...and he doesn't have to try so hard. His work, intelligence and humor is something to admire. He is on a journey that I hope leads him to a happier space. He sure is working to get there.




Day Two: Hartford in Dallas: Don Punchatz, the Godfather of Texas Illustration

Don Punchaz studied cartooning at School for Visual Arts in NYC. He had a few animation/cartoon oriented jobs right after school to end up for four years in Pittsburgh as an Art Director for clients such as Westinghouse, Stouffers frozen foods, Iron City Beer (he directed the flip top program for the R-on). He did a few small paintings and posted them in his office. An agent saw the work and encouraged Don to put together a portfolio and get the work out. So, he added type and created book jacket covers which started to roll in. Not only did Don do the illustration, but he acted as the art director/type designer as well--and did much of that for his career. He is very inspired by art with primitive roots or primitive in general such as the Egyptians, Fra Angelico, Giotto, Rousseau etc. and their influence is more apparent in his earlier work.And from these book jackets, a career of work for science fiction/fantasy began (along with work in editorial inspired in style and touch from this sci/fi/fantasy work). Don got associated with Harlan Ellison and has done his book jacket covers and inevitably selling the artwork to the writer. he has a similar relationship with Philip Jose Farmer and of H.P. Lovecraft. He did a beautiful album cover for Tomita with images of mermaids and sea related creatures.

I was struck with how clean and interesting his work became when he broke with the comfortable world of aliens and space creatures like the images I am showing below. The Nicotine Monkey was purchased outright by a physician from Waco TX with a medical illustration/arts gallery. The client produced it as an edition of posters which have sold well--and the physician entrepeneur has shared some of the proceeds with Don. I love the tweaky, pointy, scarey quality of the little monkey--a monkey who might work for the wicked witch of the west, poised on the victims shoulder--really giving him little choice than to light up and draw in the nicotine. The calm blue background and palette suggest that there is no hysteria to this little occurence, but something that happens on a regular basis.


The next image was a limited edition poster Don illustrated for the Minneapolis Zoo "You are the Heart of the Family" with the only significant requirement being that he put at least as many animals in his image as Dick Hess did the year before. The horse was done for a Scholastic Books project that my seat mate, Greg Newboldquietly said that he too, was in this pub. I like this real Texas horse with all the accoutrements from the cherry red bridle studded with beautiful metals, the softness of its feathery mane, it's velvety muzzle and the quiet demeanor he sports. This is no carousel horse, but a magic horse out of a tale who might talk to you, or whisk you away to another magical place.

My favorite piece was a freebie that Don did for a printer for a calendar. He was assigned the astrological sign of taurus and produced the image below. According to Don, the printer called up with one request--and that request was that maybe he could do something about so many frankfurters. So, Don changed the image, getting rid of the offending hot dog...and away they went. This is the unadulterated image. A joker in the crowd wanted to know how the cow looked without a tail.

Don Punchatz is a gem. His quiet way about just making pictures, one after the next--capturing a niche, expanding into others and supporting a world of new guys coming up. He makes a bow in the Jose Cruz presentation--and our own fellow student, Michael Wimmer, did detail work on some of the images he showed us. Don is a giver--of his work and imagination forming an artistic link with the world at large by establishing a strong brand and image for his friends the writers while inspiring others to join him.

what if?


I was fiddling around prior to Jose Cruz and was taking bendy pictures of my sketch in my sketchbook. This is something worth thinking about as a way to change out an idea prior to taking to illustrator to cut the image. Hmmmmmmm!

Day Two: Hartford in Dallas: James Tennison

Today we had James Tennison, Don Ivan Punchaz and Jose Cruz. Everyone is settling into a rhythm. I guess the universality of being drenched by the rain--leveled everyone. It is cool...my guess, cold for Texans (55˚). So we northerners pulled out the layers of wool and scarves. And so, we began with James Tennison.

James Tennison
James is a very skilled, elegant man who is well suited to his profession and will continue to grow and achieve as his work and his personality are so perfectly joined. He has a gentle spirit with a nice sense of humor and an ability to clearly sum up his work, impressions and ideas in a way that is not artsy or scarey--but appropriate and right. He is inspired by some of the best, yesterdays Bart Forbes and Joe Bowler in his work. He has a fairy godfather, Tom Beard, who has made opportunities happen and has coached and encouraged James in his work. But James is also very salient in his saying "Mothers talk" referencing the strength of the personal commendation in his portraiture. I think that goes beyond the portraits and may pertain to all of his work. He gives everyone their due, but it is his work and his sheer pleasure in the entire process around the development of the image, meeting of his subjects and the actual putting paint on canvas--it is a delight to him, and it shows.

A Face the Launched A Thousand Portraits
Joe Bowler told James Tennison that he "needed a picture of a little girl in a white dress"...."that would keep him busy". Tennison credits this picture as the picture that launched his portrait career. He has done lots of little girls in white dresses, their moms in black dresses, curates in ecclesiastical robes, important men and one woman governor, Ann Richards(see below). James was very funny in talking about the fun working with Ann Richards saying " with Ann Richards...in Austin...its like you are with Elvis". Richards sat for his portrait and photographs as well as for a color study (which Tennison does both with portraits but also landscapes as he feels it allows him to more genuinely feel/ know the image which I can understand...it personalizes it and to me, gives it more heart). The former governor offhandly said that now that George Bush had won the election, she had plenty of time to sit for the artist.

Every opportunity for James Tennison is a chance to make a contact, a friend and connect with the next painting. He completed a wonderful job from a picture of a young man in an airplane hanger with a fighter plane (jet/stinger maybe(?) with lots of grit and dust realizing that the requestor was connected to a strong and wealthy family that could create more opportunities for paintings, people and relationships. He is very smart with these connections and seems to have a great deal of discretion relative to privacy etc. He also has a "tipping point" contact in Tom Beard--someone who knows a range of people and connects people with opportunities. "Vinnie" as Beard calls Tennison (after Vincent Van Goph) is being connected with people here and Europe. Beard has hired him for personal portraits of his family and his delightfully painted bulldog (see below)--How supremely english is this picture?! I love it.

James Tennison balances his portrait work with subjects that speak to his pleasure in architecture and landscapes. "I love white". "If I can capture sunlight, I am perfectly happy with that."

I think that James Tennison is a kind and lovely man and his work reflects his clearsighted ability to visualize his subjects with integrity, honesty and for the good.

talking with M.

"It is possible that illustration and art may one day merge, at some vanishing point in history, but for the moment their aims and purposes are quite different. It seems to be the function of the artist to produce art. The illustrator may use the ideas of the contemporary painter; but it is communication that is his ultimate goal."
Robert Weaver

Leif Peng's blog, Today's Inspiration mentioned of Murray as a change agent while he was at Cooper Studios--inspiring his fellow illustrators to think a bit differently (which he continues to do today)--in a series of articles on art and the avant guard as it relates to illustration.

"I kind of credit Murray with ruining the Cooper Studio, because he got those guys dissatisfied with what they were doing... they just weren't happy doing illustrations any more. They all wanted to be fine artists."Don Crowley

Murray told us about that period of time. He had joined the Cooper Studio as a decorative illustrator, not a boy/girl, romantic painter. He was also taking classes with the man who taught him everything about teaching, about critiquing--the man that formed the younger Murray into the tiger we know today. His friends, compatriots and beyond peers, people who, as Murray gestured, were a lot like what's going on here (the great converging of students where we all grow from each other--energy that is consuming)--came to visit Murray in his studio. These are guys that could make the beautiful illustrations of luscious women, or the "here's a very handsome young man (show him), who surprised the light his life (show her) etc. These were the guys who made romance even more romantic...and there was Murray, in his off time, making abstract expressionist paintings that were being shown at major galleries in NYC. And so it began. Then they all started taking classes with Murray's teacher. They started talking the talk. Hanging out at certain bars looking to bump into the real thing, the real abstract expressionists--like DeKooning.They started painting with broader, more energetic (not tight and controlled) brush strokes. Those beautiful lips that these skilled men painted, the lips of angels, became a slash of red. At that same time, there was a migration of illustrators from San Francisco and the midwest. The Cooper Studio style of telling the story literally with illustration changed with the advent of these new adds to the NYC community. What became hip at that time was more conceptual, less literal illustration-- Robert Weaver being one of these new illustrators.

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Reuben Tam
"Off Lobster Cove"
(cassein on paper, 8.5" x 11.25", signed lower right and dated '57—1957 Downtown Gallery label verso)

4:30 p.m Aside:
Murray clarified that his teacher was Reuben Tam (1916-1911)--who taught at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Mr. Tam was kind of in the middle of the spectrum of painters at the time with his landscape work. He really did not gain much recognition for his work. However, he taught and influenced as we learn--a wide stripe of people who did gain recognition as artists and illustrators. The River Gallery recognizes him this way:

Reuben Tam, a native of Hawaii, has been called a "man of two islands." He trained originally in Hawii, but lived in Manhattan and summered fro many years on Monhegan Island. He exhibited quite extensively throughout the U.S. at major museums and galleries, including VMFA, CI, Corcoran Gallery, LACMA, AIC, MMA, and the Downtown Gallery. He won numerous awards, and his work has been acquired by institutions such as MOMA, MMA, BM, and the NYPL.

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Day One: Fort Worth/Dallas: Hartford

And so it begins...this week of illustration and illustrators. I had coffee with my mentor and was introduced to a very interesting and smart folks (but of course!) who made me feel very welcome to the group. They all couldn't have been kinder. It's great to see team Tinkleman up front and in control. We had a nice intro from Carol and Murray, a lead in/reminder session from the thesis advisor, Doug Anderson. Thesis for this year's graduates is due June 1st--paper and work. The paper, according to the ladies I had lunch with, had to be 50 pps or so (including reference, all references etc.). The students hang their own show (unlike SU) so i should consider that as I go and keep my eyes open for the options (and take notes this summer). Some of the up and coming graduates (2008) have readjusted their thesis and/or may not even be clear now about what they are doing which is of great relief to me as this isn't the centerpiece of the program but more an outflow of the work completed. So, relative to what I need to worry about is doing the work, changing and evolving and the thesis work will come. So try it all...and keep it fluid for a while. No need to rush anything. Only thing to do is to get to work...any work...and try a lot of stuff.

Phew!

Dorit Rabinovitch, Canadian born illustrator who spent at least 20 years in Israel and then moved to the US in 1989--Dallas specifically, was our first speaker. She is a self supporting illustrator who will do what she can to continue making her living as an illustrator from doing pencil portraits at resorts in Israel to storyboards, sketch concepts and full blown illustrations for advertising agencies. She found as Corel Painter came on--that she had an intuition with this program and took to it--dropping her work in traditional media to shifting her entire work to digital. She admitted (quite honestly) that her initial digital work was not so good (and she was blind to it)--losing her customers. But her skills and abilities have improved and she seemed to have a real ability to deliver a quality illustration electronically. She is currently teaching herself Flash and feels there are opportunities to grow her work through this program.

I had a lovely lunch with a crowd of women (imagine!--not SU) who were all interesting, outspoken and very steady. It was great hearing about the Hartford program from their lens...with their focus on many of the details that I would normally being concerned about which they are all over. I cannot say enough about how wonderful it is to have this program organized, really organized with a schedule, a place and a person who actively is concerned about the fluidity of the program. I have no complaints. From what my lunchmates have mentioned...it all sounds pretty divine. I am psyched.

Bart Forbes was our next speaker. Bart Forbes was trained in art at the University of North Carolina and proceeded post military service, at Art Center for illustration classes. He left Art Center--not finishing, and moved to Dallas (in place of NYC) to polish his work. And he stayed. Bart's work is extrordinary--media aside (using watercolor and morphing to oil paints/ and oil washes) His work is clear as a bell, beautifully designed and blocked using light, shape and shadow to do the heavy lifting. I was thrilled to hear that he did not lay down a midtone and work lighter and darker but instead, after his pencil work, he puts in the darkest darks and works his way up. His work is very graphic--allowing shapes to build the image.



Mr Entrepeneur:
When Forbes saw that the phone stopped ringing during a financial downturn (much like now), he took a long look at opportunities that might pay well and appreciate the work he does. Editorial just doesnt pay. He cited that editorial work today pays a percentage of what it paid during his prime. He focused on golf. He contacted the PGA and got a list of all the tournaments they had. He got to work and starting chipping at these tournaments to see if they wanted him to cover their annual events. And so, the golf niche became his niche.However, a golf painting could make him upwards to $10,000--but he would sell out the rights as well. And he has done a lot of it.

Sports Illustrated was a magazine he wanted to be seen in--not necessarily for covering the sports, but for the exposure he would get, and the work evolved from there. He has covered the Olympics for the Olympic committee. He has done sports in stamps. He has done baseball work for Sports Illustration, for Boys Life and even in the Atlanta Braves' Clubhouse (2-4 paintings annually for their Hall of Fame). So, Bart has made it work for him.


His colors glow. His work is dignified in it's simplicity and confidence. There is an american-ness of his style, his imagery, and after 40 years at it--fresh as the moment the paint has dried. He does not lament that the world of illustration has changed with the advent of the digital media and digital delivery.He doesn't shake his head and long for the good old days of lots of editorial work that many of his peers are like to do, waxing on about this publication and that publication (many that are defunct). Bart Forbes controlled his paint with skill and understanding in the same way he approached his career and business--with a calm, steady intelligence that surrounds him. If the world turned on it's end, I know that Bart Forbes would take his skill and business intuition and spin another opportunity to work, live and grow. He is a man that looks for opportunities and not bemoans what was.

So, he knows what he knows...and to me, that is just fine because his work and thinking are timeless--a true inspiration.

" I still love what I do....I look forward to the next painting".

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Listen to the Mockingbird




The bridge above this is right outside the hotel--with a long flat expanse of water. Quite pretty. I decided to take a stroll to see what was about, and what was to eat. I saw a bazillion mockingbirds with their loud song, somehow amplified and quite caustic. I think they were courting because the brown and black girls were elsewhere and there was lots of preening and odd body contortions. Its funny, but I saw an audubon of these birds in a thorny bush with yellow blossoms tangling with, yes, a rather fabulous rattlesnake with his jaws open so wide they actually formed a vertical line. And now, here is one of the snaps I took of the same. I have to collect more. Further down the street was a swanky shopping plaza with an Origins store, Talbots, Ann Taylor,  Williams Sonoma and so on. I love the skulls which ornamented capitals and there was of course, the lone star being celebrated in stone.

I have a salad and the pillow is looking very tempting. I did lose an hour in the time change.

Fort Worth in all it's flatness






Never count your chickens before they are hatched. Remember the bouncing between gates? That spoke to what happened next. The "equipment" was in, but he crew was still in D.C. so we were delayed an hour and a half--with my chair partners being a grumpy grampa and granny who bitched and moaned about the state of the world and where it was going. We inevitably got on and off on our way. Packed flight. They were offering coupons for people to get off--however, the next flight was 4 hours later...and who knew if it was booked or not. I was slightly tempted...but not enough to drive me to it. The flight was long. I sat next to a very interesting person who does consulting in the banking industry, but his heart is in his work with the Cooperative Fund of New England and his work with affordable housing. The Cooperative Fund provides loans to any type of coop--from food, to day care, to businesses or galleries (he cited Handwork). There are lobster coops, fishing coops, cheese and dairy coops-- you get the idea. Pretty cool. And it was yack yack yack until we got into Dallas Fort Worth. It was pretty chop chop with the bags and getting the cab...but wow. This place is flat, beige and Christian!. I am still gnashing my teeth over not having my camera out and poised when we drove by this supersized white flag with the word J E S U S emblazoned in red on it. Fabulous times ten. Lots of "baobab-bby " types of trees a la Le Petit Prince. Tons of supersized churches, chain restaurants, plazas. Lots of cars. Lots of train cars. Everything has a definite beginning and end. No blurred edges here. Everything is big big big just like my hunger! I think I need to run out and see if there is something I can gnaw on.

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Philadephia--waiting for flight 3223

The Ithaca flight took off early. The flight attendant as an aside, told us that they were transporting something for an eye transplant. I would assume that was an eye. A flying eye. An airborn eye. How do you pack it to keep it steady? So, a packed flight and an eye landed early getting us into the gate earlier which gave me time to pickup a cord that will patch my phone to my computer for charging. After my flight changed gates 3 times in 15 minutes we now have an illuminated sign to prove that its for real. Phillie and the tedious B10 shuttle program can always be improved with the bus driver politely indicating your new gates (terminals ABC) as "awlgates" which none of us understood. I asked for clarification...and got it...the same. But, I am here.. and on my way.

got some coffee and after one sip, I had to toss it. Man, am I spoiled with the local brew.

weary

Well, here I am. At the airport. Waiting after the shuffle with the homeland security cha cha and before we get to walk out on the tarmac and climb onto the flying pencil they call an airplane. Here's the good news--its daylight savings time so by the time we take off, there will be a bit of sunlight, and having the security stuff done here in the elite, weensy Ithaca airport--it takes the stress out of the big crunches that the big, urban airports impose with the zigzaggy lines, the waits, the shoes off shoes on, stuff. I packed and then repacked. I decided to bring my powerbook for work and for my reading audience. I know there are going to be good things--and they just seem fresher and more important with immediate posts versus waiting. So, we should have some fun between us.

We saw a fox and a raccoon on the way which was cool. Foxes rarely let themselves be seen. Speaking of seen...the meat headed turkey vultures are back. They were circling last weekend over our side yard--and K and I saw one perched nonchalantly on a highway guardrail. Just as cool as could be with his bright red head, and brilliant chrome yellow beak. It really feels like spring. For real spring. We might get another dose of snow...but that will be the last. We all are ready despite it being a fairly mild and unremarkable winter excepting the snow.

On the homefront, K was just in a wonderful production of Studs Turkel's "Working", a musical. The Charles O Dickerman High School Drama Club did themselves proud--with many of the leads filled by new people and every student valued whether they be a lead or part of the ensemble. K was great--really projecting with great animation and verve. Plus, after seeing the costumes she put together from her own clothes, I have discovered that that is what she is about fashion...Her closet is a costume closet--so sometimes we get gangsta K or little match girl K, or "nerdy" K--its all about personna and costumes. So, as a biker chick, a cleaning lady, a street urchin or an office worker, she was very much in her element. It was great seeing it twice to really be able to enjoy the hard work and the excellence of their performance. We are all (everyone in the audience) very proud. We are going to host the cast party next Sat. in the evening. Get out the sheet pizzas and lets pop some popcorn!

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running to get it together


Organize. Organize. Get money. Go to the post office. Schedule the High School Cast Party for the group. Pack? What to pack? Hot or cold? could be both. Or Not. Confirm with Hotwire. Send notes to E. for the work for next week. Get stuff into the common drop box. Pack? Wash? Unpack? not unwash. Charge the ipod. Charge the phone. Disconnect the powerbook. Pull the random papers out of my sketchbook. Weed down the pens (from a million to a half a million). Ibuprophen? Celdane? Confirm flight. Confirm room. Confirm hotel can do the shuttle. Pack.

As you guessed it. I am running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. However, I do have an interesting  think...for my thesis perhaps I will illustrate and design 12 CDs of For Real projects for Old Time music. It would give me a chance to use my computer technique and my drawing technique and create a library of imagery around "what is Old Time" and fuse it with my work--almost a momento mori moment, but pointed at this Old Time world. I have had success with the Chokers and I hope, soon with my new artist, Carol Elizabeth Jones...so having a body of work focused on this one area where no one spends any creative focus could be cool. It would allow me to spend some time figuring out imagery that says old time like houses, woodcut inspired stuff, wheat, flowers, clouds, snakes but not fish, more birds and chickens, songbirds, butterflies etc. Plus the idea of illustrations with complementary patterns and stuff could be a great resource as well. Maybe? Will need to talk to my Mentor about this. We'll see.I did give up MM for a while (and it has been a good thing)--and R seems to think this new idea has traction. Do you?
Just a thought.
Gotta go.

IF: Heavy (doorway to life)


You must not for one instant give up the effort to build new lives for yourselves. Creativity means to push open the heavy, groaning doorway to life. This is not an easy struggle. Indeed, it may be the most difficult task in the world, for opening the door to your own life is, in the end, more difficult than opening the doors to the mysteries of the universe.
Daisaku Ikeda

Not too heavy, eh? Find that door handle  and get pushing. What's a little living without a little struggle. The state of stunned confusion is where I find myself--dazed and confused at the effort and it's manifestations. You?

gotta run!


Work happening under the stairs. A new bathroom off the front hall! Dust, dust and more dust! but soon, a new bathroom which will be very nice and very elegant as the current one (the remodelling of the former owners in the mid seventies on a tiny budget--yuck) is ready to go away and become part of the back concourse. But, my eyes are itchy and the floor is dusty...and spring cannot come soon enough so as to have the doors open when this sort of thing is happening.

Grinding out this old time thing. We have it in a place it can hold while I am out with the Hartford Illos Group with Mentor Murray and the hardest working gal in the Illos biz, Carol. We are off to Dallas/Fort Worth to see rodeos and line dancing along with James Tennison, Ray Mel Cornelious, Gary Myrick, Dorit Rabinovitch, Jack Unruh, Phil Boatright, Don Punchatz, Real and Muff Musgrave, Bart Forbes, Jose Cruz and more. I leave on Sunday and come back the following Saturday to snow and the Cast Party for Working chez us. So, it should be a busy one--but fun as I will have a preview of all the interesting folks I will be spending two weeks this summer with (in addition to the new group coming in "year one" with me. I am puzzling over clothes as right now I have multiple layers, my new wool boots and no end to things to wrap around my neck, head etc. And they are not doing that in Texas.

gotta go. Am running late today.

March madness?


Long day today. Pretty much 3 evenings finishing late for the CD project I am working on. Today I completed a portrait (from a less than satisfactory image) to make it jive with the bird from yesterday, while bridging the floral on the inside ( the portrait has a wreathe of flowers around the bottom...). Had a nice talk with the manager of this project--and he was helpful re the context of this artist (he didnt come outright and say she is big, but she is big)), the desire to attract a new group of old time music fans (not to be confused with the existing fans). This is what I have been prodding--which is, what is good, great, excellent for this new audience? What are they looking for? What have they responded to? or will respond to? I am sticking with clean with the imagery being fresh, open window simple--but not pictures of mountains and lakes, not pictures of simple landscapes or tablescapes, nothing that feels quilty or cross stitchy. But we are making good progress. Maybe I could become the oldtime music diva that commands attention in that quirky little world. The people are really nice, very earnest, and serious. When they get good work, they can't believe how lucky they are. Talk about payout.

The pool was delightfullly quiet recieving the troubles so peacefully and acceptingly. My arms tell me it was effective. It was a nice back and forth, contemplating Old time music imagery and how to make it, keep it simple-- how to establish a look and feel that everyone wants. The end is near in the basketball tournaments, and play front. R. is late tonight working on a tv commercial. The ice is still here. The village picked up our major pile of logs that fell out of the trees (to our delight and surprise).

Had a nice lunch with my client who was bedecked in hot pink rubber wellies, a kiwi cashmere sweater, a necklace filled with dog charms, and a silver pocketbook to beat the band. She is a "burg girl, so we have lots of laughs and fun. She loves dessert and talking about how delicious everything is as she eats it. She eats life with gusto surrounded by a wild menagerie of animals and her darling, ever patient, ever giving beau who we both secretly think is perfect. She is a bit like Eloise--and would skitter with the turtle if she had one. We had a nice chat, a this and that--and then focused down on our publication which is moving along quietly. Its going to be nice.

late now. must say good night.