What do you mean “no comments?”

Hey, Morris,
What’s shakin? (Or lathin’ or sandin’ or whatever).
Hey, ES (who you callin’ a harpy, mon?)

FWDiva

Dude, I am so stealing that video for me FB page!

It was a test. You passed..)

knock knock… test test
Knock knock…

You can’t steal a gift.

Who’s there?
testing
Who’s there?

Touche!
edit: Though I have to provide a bit of context. One of me and my hubby’s friends on that there FaceTown calls the pictures we post of recipes and such “food porn” !

This video will just slay her! LOL!

Are you all experiencing some sort of technical difficulty?

Oh never mind.. it’s our friend on PC. /s

http://www.eurekaspringsartists.com/artistdetail.php?id=59

Wow, ES, very cool.

Why, no, why do you ask?

I passed?

What did I pass for?

I’m thinking I passed for human, but that’s so unlikely.

He’s a great artist and a fine friend, CE.

You made a comment anyway.

is it you>
is it you??

Hey Fd how are things up there?

I didn’t see anyone post the greatest Thanksgiving promotion ever.

I love his work, but I’m always troubled with the names, “Untitled” — it makes provenance so, so difficult.

Impressive work.

Reminds me a bit of Richard Diebenkorn, especially the Ocean Park series.

If you like sausage. /s

Oh they may very well have names…. just not connected dots with whoever posted the work.

Hey you! Great to see you.

[gentle reminder] Think about that for a moment.

In Classical music, most of the greats are untitled; they get classified by chronology usually and by collections of works. OTHERS add the provenance contemporaneously, or at a later date.

It’s better in the eye/ear of the beholder in lots of cases, rather than the artist declaiming a particular view. Not every time, but lots.

Oh! That is a surprise. A real title keeps works of art and their sale, traceable. Is that a word?

I do understand that — but I’m dealing with auction results, dealers catalogs and war.

There is that.

Love the painting. Hi all!

You have war art? Or art you are warring over? Do tell!

In either case, provenance would be a big deal.

Good evening Margot.

I don’t have much of an eye for art–outside of Salvador Dali.

Margot! Lovely to see you.

I have a few Salvador Dali ties.

Hey Margot! [I always think of you as Blue Hills Margot!]

Evening

Pie crust ingredients chilling and cabernet in my glass!

No, no — I’m talking about Nazi War loot, and the repatriation of works of art from all over the globe. We had to repatriate drawings this year (sad face).

The Byrds had a pretty good double LP titled, “Untitled.” Not really equal to their early work but it featured a really solid live disc and a studio disc with some keepers including “Chestnut Mare.”

Evening Sunny.. Apple cake has cooled and a glass of Cotes Du Rhone. Cheers.

Hey Sunny! I have vodka chilling for tomorrow…thinking also Reisling with turkey?

I like his Persistence of Memory, or soft watches.

Kelly,
I’m talking from my job as a librarian at the Cleveland Museum of Art, not as a private citizen. Sorry!

Ouch – that would have to be rough.

Ask me about this guy sometime. Quite the story!

I like the face in the middle of that painting.. and the red watch.

lol, that’s me.

Do you happen to know Randall? Clevelander, librarian ordinaire, full of ennui and metal rock?

Oh dear. Sad to see it go but I’m glad it got back to rightful..family? Country?

Mostly to Italy. Sad, but it is, what it is. We did the right thing.

The trouble I’ve always had with art museums is that I’m in town briefly, have one opportunity to go and end up rushing trying to see everything. Be better to go slow and accept that I can’t see it all. Much better of course to live close enough to go several times.

I saw a really interesting exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago back in the early ’90s called “Degenerate Art” featuring a lot of the great stuff that was banned by the Nazis.

[thankful for art thread and smart lively people]

Admire your apple cake recipe – will happen here soon.

Courtesy of a delightful local apple guy, tasted my way through tons of varieties this weekend. Arkansas Blacks are great here this year!

He decreed Empires with Grannies for the pie. Empires smell and taste lovely. New to me (cross of mcintosh and red delicious).

MrCE and I always go by the rule — seek one thing in the museum, see it, love it, and then leave. No overdosing. And we are rarely close enough to see it often. And oh, the Nazis hated Impressionism, Symbolists, and many other.

kisses

Adolph had a soft spot for Disney though. No wait, it was the other way around.

Sunny, that sounds so good. All I have found near me is Gala, Fuji, etc. I miss Winesaps.

Went to my local grocery this week.. expecting to see a giant bin of AR Blacks at the end of the aisle as usual. Sold out! But there were nearly a dozen other varieties. I bought reds for this cake/recipe since it’s a very old and simple cake recipe, i went for the old traditional apple.

Yes, it is so important to do the right thing re culture. I’m still pissed about the Elgin Marbles.

Funny how regional that is. We only had Galas and Granny Smiths generally. Very small amounts of other varieties.

I understand, but my only chance to see them was awesome. What is a world to do?

Goodnight all — Happy Thanksgiving!

I think we set the world right, then view it as it is. And as regards where our favorites are, as we can.

We individually may miss out, but what we gain in fairness and justice really has to count for something. At least I hope so.

We get lots of varieties here in Illinois. Sometimes they have stickers saying they were grown in places like New Zealand. I will never understand how produce can be shipped from New Zealand and be sold at a lower price than produce grown in the U.S..

Happy Thanksgiving Christine!

Hiya, pups. Happy Turkey or Soy Turkey day everyone!

ES,

Have you ever contemplated exhibiting in Alaska?

Keep negotiating, case by case?

Well, pups, it’s been lovely. All y’all have a great holiday.

G’night!

FWDiva

I definitely do not rush through or try to see too much in one museum visit.

The Uffizi nearly wiped me out despite my best efforts and splitting it up over several days.

Only with my clothes on.

Art has no provenance. Art has no country of origin. Art has no owners.

Art only exists in the eye and heart of the beholder.

The best, perhaps the only, artists are unconscious.

ET, Seriously no… But I would love to do so for the right artists.

G’nite FD, happy Thanksgiving.

Me, too, Kelly
Grosses bises.
Christine

Me either, except for time considerations. Like, your not going to get a North American grown Lime or Lemon in the store from say September till April for instance.

Apples freak me out though. All the North American ones just really were ready about, what, September?

Good night FD and CE… happy happy day tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving ET. I missed seeing Sarah pardon a turkey this year.

Trust me, people don’t go round naked here very often, even on the warmest days of summer. Your landscapes are quite good.

And Morris’ comment @ #66 is quite profound.

Ciao bella!

I’ll be chowing on great oranges for the next few months.

She’ll be in the atomic city of Richland WA on T-day this year. Maybe she’ll pardon one in one of the old reactors there.

Back atcha!

Couldn’t agree more, Morris.

We have yummy stayman-winesaps. Different?

people don’t go round naked here very often, even on the warmest days of summer.

Dammit! Is it the mosquitoes? Or is it that crazy church up there?

Something is responsible for lack of nudity, up there in AK, and elsewhere.

I. Will. Have. Answers!

People used to be much more naked.

It’s hard not to when visiting the AIC, they so many great works. It’s only two and a half hours away, I should go several times a year but I’ve kind of lost my tolerance for the big metro environment.

Oh it’s not my work. Ken Addington is a friend of mine.

Hunny, you is up way late for you! I’m glad you are. :)

With luck the radiation will cause it to mutate insanely and grow until it is 200 feet high and can pick up the tour bus and give it a vigorous shaking.

I do love downtown Chicago, much more than i expected. But as someone who moved back to the woods about 8 years ago… I know what you mean about stepping back into a big metro environ.

Nite Funny.

I tucked Bob in and am using the computer in the back of the house.

I use a baby monitor to keep tabs on my bird at night, how weird is that? He’s a sound sleeper though, never had a night fright. I bought it for me late bird Ozzie who had gone blind and would sometimes fall off his perch, poor guy.

And I strive to become unconscious.

I don’t always succeed. What I do often requires just too much thinking.

I have learned, however, over the years, to think while unconscious.

I have also noticed that when unconscious, or nearly so, things seem to slow down. Interestingly, those who have observed me on these occasions think I am moving even faster than usual, and I usually like to work fast.

duh…

Well your work does what’s nearly impossible.. it demonstrates what you speak of so well and so true, even in photos.

Just amazing.. I really hope to see it in person someday.

You’re a much better pet parent than me.

We have those loaches I was telling you about. One’s name is “Spot” cause he has a spot, duh. The other one’s name is “Back up Loach.”

We don’t go to their parent/teacher conferences either. Kill me.

That is such musical thinking. I wish I was better at what you describe.

I wish I could just “un-hitch” and let go and let it rip, but somehow, shit gets in the way.

Did you dress up your loaches for the holiday, one as a NA and the other as a pilgrim?

Up until about 1995, there were a bunch of Muscovy ducks on the Columbia, by the park in Richland. Some reporters from Seattle showed up, asking questions about them. Muscovy Ducks look like they are mutated. Somebody connected with the reactor contractors found out that the reporters were asking if the ducks might be deformed because of radiation. Overnight all of the Muscovy ducks disappeared. Weird, huh? True story. I used to hang out in Richland from time to time.

Thank you.

I’m flattered, and touched.

I suffer from a common affliction, in that I am ambivalent about my own work. Sometimes I just love it, and am so satisfied that I was able to manifest it, and sometimes I think it’s pretty crappy, full of flaws and mistakes, and not worth all that much, really a shameful display of incompetence actually.

Always nice to hear that it’s appreciated.

Wow, they are pretty neat. Shame if they got put down just because they looked like normal Muscovy Ducks.

Heading out. Have a great Thanksgiving everybody.

No, we just discriminate and make sure Spot gets ale, and Back Up Loach gets nothing. /s

Very weird. Idiots.

With my own art I always start ambivalent, grow to hate it then eventually like it. I really appreciate the stuff I did 30+ years ago but it seems like somebody else created it.

Alas, 25 years of doing commercial art to order put out my creative spark (actually it didn’t take nearly that long). Hope to get it back one day.

The irony is when I was young I was frustrated because I wanted to do things I lacked the skills for. Now I have the chops and no ideas. Oh well.

Getting the shit that gets in the way out of the way is our main task.

It’s difficult, but can be practiced. As with anything, the more you practice the better you get. The thing that is best at shit removal is joy — loving what you do so much nothing else matters. It is then when you are truly in the moment. It’s all the same process whether it’s art, craft, music, writing, dance, whatever.

BTW, I love musicians, many of my closest friends are musicians and songwriters.

You artists have it easy. And that does not mean I am complaining. But I never found that artistic outlet of my own. And all through my life people from all walks of life, even folks who don’t even know me think I am the artist or the musician, whatever.

It’s odd. Perhaps it will come to me soon…)

I can sympathize, believe me.

Sometimes the skill you acquire to express something gets in the way of the expression you seek. I have often told myself, even more so recently, not to be too skillful, in a conscious way. Think of a Japanese ink drawing, which requires enormous amounts of skill and practice, but if what you see is the skill, then the work is a failure.

Have you seen the series Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations, about three guys who drive around the country looking at outsider art? People who never had any inkling they would one day be considered artists accomplish amazing things, although it appears to require that one have some sort of obsessive/compulsive disorder.

Hey, ES, I’ve always thought that if you sing in the shower you are a musician.

I totally get that lost in the moment thing.

I remember distinctly noodling around and VIOLATING THE WRITTEN RULES of this fingering that I was seeing on how to play this giant arpeggio passage at the beginning point (in this vid) of “Rhapsody in Blue” :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZV8SLcBKCM

I was all “Belch, fire up that camera, I can’t believe I figured out this way around the damn score!”

And what happened with me anyway, is you get stuck on a piece of it rather than the whole. No framework to say, “This is bullshit, just do it over again, from scratch.”

And stupidly, I’ve been fighting to do the rest of the fingering, which I already know is kaka, for years, STILL!

Epiphany! Screw it. I’m gonna get all Sinatra and do it “My Way.” I don’t need no damn fingering recipe!

Being an artist of any type is some sort of obsessive/compulsive disorder.

I read an interview with Don Van Vliet aka Captain Beefheart once in which he said he averaged about 30 paintings a day and that his technique involved the motion of his arm resembling an ass (of the equine variety) swishing it’s tail.

Standing room only! /s

Ah the art of life… I do specialize in savoring much of that…)

30 per day… that’s astonishing.

Art of Life/Living – dood, that’s what counts.

A giant appetite for life and all kinds of topics, and a big space to share them in with like-minded folks is just the ut.

Whatever gets you to the noise you want to hear is the correct fingering. All else is commentary.

About fingering — I have this friend who is a great, and I mean great, guitar player. He is well known for often playing a single note over and over, sometimes six or eight times in a row but with chilling effect and astounding emotion. So one day we were talking and this subject came up, I think it was because of some article or review that was written about him. He said to me, you know why I do that? You know I had polio when I was a kid and my left hand never works so well. I can’t do a lot of the fancy fingering that an Eric Clapton can, I can only do what I can do, but I put my heart into it.

We can all only do what we can do.

All else is commentary.

That’s exactly it. In music publishing of the classics, there is a species called “Urtext” where there is absolutely nothing but what the composer put on the page. I had a bunch of urtext copies of pieces and anthologies of works when I was in college, as my professors (the good ones)insisted on them. They often included performance hints, but not actual fingering, except in some cases (Rachmaninov for instance.)

Lost that collection in a fire a long long time ago. And replacing them over time, I went with edited texts, which HAVE that bullshit in them. And one believes what one reads, so voila! Crippling adherence to rules!

Out they go!

No. Is it a movie too?

[thanks again for the lively and artistic and smart people here.]

Out! Have a great day tomorrow all of you –
Kelly

Whatever gets you to the noise you want to hear is the correct fingering. All else is commentary

So true. And the speed a piece of music goes is the speed the player spins the tale most effectively.

I’m preparing to conduct the Alaska premiere of Glazunov’s 105-year-old violin concerto in May. The soloist was concerned about what speed the last movement will work best. I told him – “your speed, we’ll make that THE speed.”

Today I sent him a link to a 17-yo young woman playing the piece he’s worried about performing effectively. Both of us were humbled by her comfort and fluidity at that age.

Today. I found out that the teabagger party organizers in LA haven’t paid their bills to the park service. They also lowballed their estimate for attendees to get a lower rate.
Who would have thought that the people who hate taxes would use taxpayer services for free. Especially at a rally where they complain about New government services.

Good night Kelly…) Enjoy the holidaze.

I’m out as well. Good night fabulous firedogs.

And who would have thought the teabaggers would “lowball” anything, especially one of their million moran events.

G’night Kelly, ES, and all.

Must eat too much tomorrow.

I will of course use this lowballing before the event and exagerating about attendance later against them financially. How? Most permits are based on number of attendees. So if you want to say 1.2 million showed up great please pay the park service the cost for 1.2 million people. These are corp events not grass roots. They want to brag about people attending , pay up.