From the inside looking out: views from my new apartment

SOME NEW WORK

It's been awhile since I've posted anything significant.   Life has been a little hectic the last few months.   I decided it was time to move.   I said goodbye to idillic little Perrysburg, loaded up my car and a few trucks  and moved lock stock and barrel to the Old West End near downtown Toledo.   If you're not familiar with the Old West End, it's the largest neighborhood of late Victorian, Edwardian, and Arts and Crafts homes East of the Mississippi.   The Toledo Museum of Art is a few blocks away as well as the Glass Pavilion.  I'm ten minutes from work, eight on a good day, and about five minutes from downtown and my studio.  So yeah life is good!  Once I get "settled" and get some sort of routine going, I'll be posting more often.   So anyway, I was in the studio the other day doing some "organizing", It's amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in a few years; as I often do, my mind started wandering and "playing" with the things I was organizing.  These photographs are the result of my wanderings.  Needless to say, I didn't get much organizing done... oh well- I guess that's what an art studio is for.   These photographs would not exist if it weren't for my "playful wanderings."   ENJOY!

Thank You's

Thank you Amy-Marie for helping me paint the studio, it looks great!!   I think it goes quite well with the multi-colored Jackson Pollockish floor and it does wonders for the mysterious big blue blob... don't you think?

random studio pics

Shadows on the wall

Hmmmm.... Is this ART? Part 2

I found this "painting" on the floor of my studio, it was being used to cover a pipe hole in the floor.   There was a painter in the studio before me and from the looks of it, it was used as a "cleaner/backer" board.   I place it in my "Hmmmm.... Is this ART?" category.

A Sunday thought

My six year old nephew asked my brother, "Dad... are stones alive?" That question says so much about the way a child thinks. Children believe anything is possible until they are told or taught otherwise.    Sadly, it occurred to me that we seem to digress from infinite possibilities to finite possibilities as we get older.  

A Love Story

I wasn't necessarily looking for a relationship but you know how that goes, it always seems to find you when you least expect it.  It was a Sunday afternoon; I was at the antique mall treasure hunting.   I had just rounded aisle eight, was minding my own business, heading down aisle nine when out of the corner of my eye I saw a vinyl clad beauty sitting proudly in front of her tiny white pegboard cubicle.  There was an instant spark and I could tell it was mutual by the way she teasingly swiveled as she tilted her body back ever so slightly.   She was stylish and bold, classy... but not too classy, I could tell she wasn't afraid to get a little dirty, her arms were thin yet perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body, she had a great "seat" on her if you know what i mean???  On top of that, she had a great pair of legs!  I'll admit I was more then a little intrigued but I knew that in order for this relationship to work there had to be more then just looks.   We had to connect intellectually, emotionally and most importantly we had to connect physically, that's just the way it had to be... those were my rules.   I walked over and sat down... we rocked, we swiveled, we felt each other up... it was good, actually it was really good!   Nevertheless; I wasn't ready to commit quite yet so I said my goodbyes and left.   Of course I knew that we might go our separate ways and never see each other again but it was a risk I was willing to take.   I figured if we were meant to be together then it would work out and if not... then so be it.   A week went by... then two... the whole time I was thinking about that day we spent together, the rocking, the swiveling, the feeling up.   I knew I would regret it if I let her go, so I jumped in my car and raced over to the antique mall.   As I made my way to the corner of eighth and nine, I reminded myself once again that if it was meant to be it would be and if not, if by chance someone else had come along and swept her off her feet, then I would be OK with that... it happens.   I braced myself for the worst as I made my way towards aisle nine.   As I turned the corner, my heart in my throat, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her sitting exactly where I had left her two weeks earlier...clearly it was meant to be!  I swopped her off her feet with one arm under her legs and the other cradling her back, I carried her up aisle nine out the door into my waiting car and off we sped to our brand new place downtown at the corner of Jefferson and Superior streets.