30 January 2015

FEAR bubblegum trading cards

These were on exhibit at the Metro Curate Art Fair last week. Work will be exhibited at the "Off the Grid" show at Umbrella Arts Opening Thursday, February 12, 2015. 317 East 9th Street, NYC

17 January 2015

New Poem ~ My Daddy Wanted Me Out!

My Daddy wanted me
                                out of that
                Wanted me OUT
                Said the other boys
                                                Stole my
lunch money
                Wanted me OUT
                told my teachers I was

                Wanted me OUT
                wanted me to go
                                to some NICER school
                                in another direction
                                                I didn’t know
Wanted me out
                told me if I wanted to play
                                With THAT kind
                I could
                   move into the Projects
                   and be like they be.

My Daddy wanted me out
                of that place
                told them my
grades suffered
                told them the other boys
                                stole my
                                Lunch money.

Wanted me OUT.

I would walk there sometimes
                Three miles
                                If the bus was
Running LATE
                                Or the drivers were on strike.

My Daddy wanted me out
                when Woolworth’s
                got picketed
                                after I brought my friend home
                after school

Wanted me to go to that
NICER school
White school
in the other direction
                from where we lived
                                And which I didn’t know              

My Daddy wanted me out
                Said I was bullied
                Said the other boys
                                stole my
                                Lunch money
Said I didn’t understand
                What it was like
                To get beat up by
                                a Colored
                He was right about that

For the welts and belt bruises
                On my back
                On my legs
                On my arms
were put there by him
                they established
        Ya see,
        I was my Daddy’s
 Little white boy slave
                                I suppose.

My daddy didn’t want them
                To connect that
Wanted me out of that BLACK school
Said I didn’t understand
                And if I wanted to
                Play with those kind
                                                I could
                                                live in the Projects
Said the other boys
                Stole my lunch money

But I didn’t want to go.
I was safe there.

My Daddy wanted me
                                of that school
Said I didn’t understand

Yet never saw
That I was safe
from some of those same beatings
                that I saw had happened
                to my school mates
                Foul, cruel beatings rendered
                All the more real when
                                Meted out by your owner.
                When delivered without
                                The results borne
                                In Public
                A mark of pride
                                                For not reacting
                                Made me stronger

You see,
I never was just some
                Two-toned White boy
I was
                Poor white trash.

I never got that money stolen
                I never had enough lunch money
                                To steal
Those beatings didn’t come
                From little black boys
                They were my Daddy’s
                He OWNED me
How was that any different from my friends?

Only once
I almost cried
                When talking to Mrs. James
                My home room teacher
She and I
                We never talked about
                                Daddy wantin’
                To take me out of
She only said
                I was safe there
                At least eight hours
                Out of the day.

NOTE: The poem is a gut reaction to the Ferguson, MO murder of an unarmed youth named Michael Brown by police officer Darrin Wilson. (c) 2014 / Will Brady


New Work ~ Collage / Constructions

Paris Exhibition Mixed Media Construction / Wall Hanging 40"x12" . First exhibited - Art League New Britain, Members' Juried Show, October 2014.

Gargoyle over Gramarcy Park -  Mixed Media Construction / Wall Hanging 12"x12" . First exhibited - Art League New Britain, Members' Juried Show, October 2014.

Tri-Lake Ice Fishing Tournament ~ Sunday, February 8, 2015

Moodus Sportsman’s Club
Tri-Lake Ice Fishing Tournament

Sunday,  February 8, 2014 ~ 6:30 am – 1 pm

Send an e-mail to MSC site maintainer ~ moodussportsman@gmail.com and well send back a printable application form
Click here for a printable Tournament application form, print it out, fill it in and send to address below.

Weather/Ice decision:              4:00 pm Saturday 2/07, pls call 873-3381 to confirm

                                                  Rain / no ice date:  February 15th

Tournament Sponsor:              Moodus Sportsman’s Club

Tournament Fee:                      $20.00 per person  ALL PARTICIPANTS MUST HAVE VALID 
                                                    CT FISHING LICENSE  --   LICENSE  MUST BE PRESENTED FOR AWARDS.

Prize Fish Types:                     Bass – (Largemouth/Smallmouth), Chain Pickerel or Yellow Perch

Prizes:                                      $1000.00 total purse
                                                  First Prize $ 600.00 to heaviest fish caught of the three species
                                                  $ 200.00 each to the largest fish in the two other species listed

Registration Forms:               At the Moodus Package Store or at the Moodus Sportsman’s Club February 7th  4-6pm

Our Mailing Address                Check or Money Order must be included with ALL applications
Moodus Sportsmen’s Club       ALL applications must be postmarked by Monday, Feb.. 2nd 2014

P O Box 11

Moodus, CT 06469                    NO REGISTRATIONS ACCEPTED AFTER 6 PM February 7th 2014

Locations:                                Lake Hayward                East Haddam/Colchester

                                                  Bashan Lake                   East Haddam

                                                  Moodus Reservoir          Moodus
                                                  (Upper & Lower Reservoirs)

Tournament Finish:                  Please return to the Club by 1:00 pm for final tally, lunch and awards.

Verification:                             The official weigh-in will be held at the Moodus Sportsman’s Club
                                                  at 1:10 pm sharp!

Party Festivities:                     The Moodus Sportsman’s Club will host lunch right after
                                                  the weigh in at 1:15 pm and a raffle to follow lunch.

Regulations                              Fish must conform to all Connecticut DEEP fishing regulations for the area

CAUTION!!!!!!!!!!:    The Moodus Sportsman’s Club does not represent that the ice is safe in all places on these lakes.  All participants are responsible for their own personal safety.  Pay attention to the channel in the Moodus Reservoir and the springs in Bashan Lake. Pay attention to ice thickness. With the lowering of water levels, certain areas may not be safe!

Send an e-mail to MSC site maintainer ~ moodussportsman@gmail.com and well send back a printable application form

Click here for a printable Tournament application form,

print it out, fill it in and send to address below.

Moodus Sportsmen's Club, P O Box 11; Moodus, CT 06469


NOTE: To get notice of next year’s ice Fishing Derby (or for future events) YOU MUST send us your e-mail address. We are trying to discontinue hard copy mailed notices after this year.

Even if the Tournament is not held this year (due to lack of ice) your email address will help us keep you posted on  last minute conditions and for future notice of events.

Herding Cats ~ "It Ain't an Easy Job"

New Work - Trinity Street / Bushnell at Night - Hartford

Trinity Street / Bushnell at Night
(c) 2014; Acrylic on wood panel; 14"x10";
First exhibited - Art League New Britain, Members' Juried Show, October 2014. Now in private collection. 

New Work - Working Farmstead

Working Farmstead (c) 2014. Acrylic on wood panel. 9"x36"
Image is primarily one farmsteads with some elements taken from two other farmsteads First public exhibit was in October 2014, Rathbun Library, East Haddam, CT.

04 September 2014

three artists

Three artists, Jason deCaires Taylor, Sam Brown and Adrián Villar Rojas all, apparently, dis-similar in style, yet all unified with an awareness of the time within which we live, and our being - as a race of beings - on the cusp of Spirit Change.

Jason deCaires Taylor creates sculptures that most people will never get to see; and for those who are able to look at them over time, will never see the same sculpture twice; ...that is, the same sculpture (or, at times, a complicated installation) the same way each subsequent visit. Because it does, and they do

For the sculptor that is deCaires Taylor creates statuary and installations undersea; for he is post interested in sustaining his skills as a visual artist, while also "..providing the building blocks for sustaining a rapidly depleting coral reef environment. The subject matter can be whimsical [Alice from the Looking Glass astride a chess board] but often mundane - the office worker frozen in his office chair, rows of laborers standing forlorn]. Over time, the familiar will disappear as it becomes engulfed in new coral formations.

Jason de Caires Taylor’s art is an example of generative human intervention in the ecosystem, showing what can be accomplished by individual imagination and collective effort. Taylor’s strategy of conserving reefs, opposes the “land as commodity” mentality of Capitalism. His creation of underwater sculpture parks attracts tourists away from natural reefs, allowing them to recover, and taps into tourism revenue...
[from his own website] "...a sculptor who creates underwater living installations, offering viewers mysterious, ephemeral encounters and fleeting glimmers of another world where art develops from the effects of nature on the efforts of man. His site-specific, permanent works are designed to act as artificial reefs, attracting corals, increasing marine biomass and aggregating fish species, while crucially diverting tourists away from fragile natural reefs and thus providing space for natural rejuvenation."

Sam Brown: My first exposure to Sam Brown's color saturated artwork - on canvas, stone, wood - surfing Facebook artist sites. By pleasant happenstance, perhaps. I "liked" his page, and began to see more. So far I have not been disappointed.    

Others may disagree, but I see his current work's direction as akin to some visionary artists as one might find in little-known publications such as "Alchemistas / Beyond the Veil".

Based on what I've seen of his work - and recent work as uploaded on line - I it find exciting to sense how prolific he seems to be in his work pace. Yet not until I saw a mere handful of illustrations, and a calligraphy pieced at Freelanced.com, have I begun to appreciate the varied nature of the the Artist Brown sharing with us his visual delights. I look forward to seeing more of his work.

But why should I do all the talking? On Freelanced, one gets a glimpse at his sense of humor, and the skill at describing his inspirations with levity "Crazy about my Dogs....psyched about UFOs and Extraterrestrials, metaphysics, paradigm shifts and most every other mystery the Universe contains"

While at Blue Canvas ~ a posting site for artists ~ Sam Brown makes amply clear dedication and seriousness of his work, and that he can describe for himself his mission, as it were, for sharing that work...

     "My early work consisted primarily of fantasy and science fiction themes which I still enjoy today. Over time, subjects such as philosophy, metaphysics, mysticism and surrealism began to influence the content of my paintings and led to my experience of, and my magnetism toward, the archetype of the spiral. A pattern seen throughout the Universe, the spiral has been utilized by many cultures over time and has several meanings associated with it. One being that of a spiritual journey... a spiral path which we all share. ".    

You can find more of his work at his own website, Cerulean Sam at the artists' display site Blue Canvas as well as see samples of his magazine illustration and calligraphy (such as the cover art shown to the right in this column) at Frelanced.com - Sam Brown

Adrián Villar Rojas: Getting information about Villar Rojas was a challenge. Enigmatic, perhaps, yet not one easily forgotten - He represented Argentina in the 2011 Venice Biennial; he installed a monumental work in the Jardin Tuileries next to the Musée de Louvre in Paris, was among the first sculptor on exhibit at the The new Serpentine Sackler Gallery, {Kensington Gardens, London England] in September 2013 and major prestige galleries pay attention to his efforts.

Villar Rojas has become renowned for his large-scale sculptural works, predominantly made in clay and brick. Beached whales in the middle of a forest, dinosaurs in a death battle with one another; elephants straining under the weight of massive concrete architectural molding.

At the Serpentine Sacker gallery, in Autumn 2013, he began "...working with a team of collaborating builders, sculptors and engineers, ...tests the limits of clay to create an apparently fossilised world of ruins and ancient monuments that plays with the concept of time, history, modernity and the future. Overarching connections between his projects create a larger narrative, with themes and forms reappearing and reconfiguring themselves over time.

His earlier works "As with My Dead Family, saw him create a 28-metre [92 foot] -long sculpture of a whale stranded in a forest for the Biennial at the End of The World, each installation can seem as if is the last chapter of an unknown mythical saga.

At first glance, Rojas, who was born in the Argentinian city of Rosario in 1980, would not appear to fit the prototype of the aggressive artist: his influences lie in grunge music and comics, while his heroes both in art and reality tend to be broken figures, as he explains on his website [in Spanish].
More obliquely, a scan of Villar Rojas' Flickr pages Nerd Ciego- provide a peek at what he sees and the life surrounding the works he produces.

[from io9] "The artwork of Argentinian sculptor Adrián Villar Rojas evokes such themes as fantastic adventure in the otherwise normal material realm, the passage of time, and the last days of humanity. Perhaps his most striking series of sculptures depict giant dead sea leviathans beached far from any bodies of water."

RESOURCE SOURCES ~ [1] IMAGE: Wikipedia page on Jason deCaires Taylor ~ INFO: Daily Beast: Underwater Sculptures Are a Sight to Sea, April 2014 ; [2] IMAGE + INFO: Sam Brown work from 2004 ~ found at Blue Canvas; : ;[3] Adrián Villar Rojas IMAGE Sick Chirpsies article Making Sea Monsters Out Of Stone INFO: Serpentine Galleries - Today We Reboot the Planet; io9 Building Dead Sea Monsters in the Forest

03 September 2014

From my Dreams Journal ~

I am kayaking along a river, headed north. The landscape on the riverbank is of unbroken woods. Then, while coming toward a stream inlet, I see a plot of land that has been cleared; there is a well manicured lawn and a large (more than 12 ft in height) gauzy looking tent. A sculpture - even taller than the tent (reminded me of some David Smith "Cubi" sculptures) - with a bright red enamel surface stands nearby.

Just past the stream, the waters are filled with what, at first appear to be boulders, but on closer inspection, appear to be skeletal - not skeletons, mind you - more akin to icons and ceremonial carvings that one would see at a Mexican "Day of the Dead" ceremony. At this point, it isn't clear whether I am kayaking or wading in the water, but I distinctly recall thinking "I don't need to go there" and instead I disembark on the river bank not far from the tent.

I'm definitely aware that I am trespassing but pay this no mind.

Looking inside the tent, I am certain that the space is occupied. There is a hammock large enough to hold two people. I briefly jump up into the hammock, rock around briefly, and get right out. Other things in the tent include canvases, an easel and art supplies. It seems like someone was just here and left, for there is a tray of food not far from the hammock and personal items laying about the tent.

I leave the tent and walk up along the river bank until I come to a thicket of jewel-weed plants in flower.

Then I wake up.

REFERENCES: David Smith Sculpture [ http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/collections/collection-online/artwork/3955 ]; Day of the Dead Ceremonies [ http://www.inside-mexico.com/featuredead.htm ]; Jewelweed [ http://www.altnature.com/jewelweed.htm ] IMAGE SOURCES: David Smith Sculpture: Chicago Art Institute ; Day of the Dead Imagery: Emlii 22 Breathtaking Festivals Around The World ; Jewelweed: The Louisville Intercommunial Network for Education (the LINE) Nature Studies pages.

16 April 2014

Poem - Ode to the Lunar Eclipse

  The Sun revolves around the Earth
 So too does the Moon, Mars, Jupiter and the rest of the planets
     Save Venus, who sets alongside,
     man as a hornet for not herself being chosen the center Orb.

The Sun revolves around the Earth
Driven by the ginormous gravitational pull of human genius
     Relatively unknown outside - in other universes
     Which, in fact, do not exist if we but say they don't

Who knew our strength was so All Powerful?
     A Strength so All Encompassing?
     A Strength so Grandiose?
A Strength so itense the even G*D Himself
     cannot resist the pull of human genius
And who are YOU to say otherwise?

The Sun revolves around the Earth
And for you - heathen unbeliever --
     We have WAYS of dealing with you that make Abu Grahib seem calm
     You can thank us hat we shall spare you.

Now grab hold of the reins of that tractor combine
     Plow under those pale plants
We must bury them to help produce the next generation's oil
     Only a Mellennia to go. No time to question this Wisdom now.
The Sun revolves around the Earth. 

image credit: Akira Fujii (Sky & Telescope)

Cat Humor


found on the internet

12 April 2014

Our Parallel (yet still not identical) World of Prisons

At one end of the incarceration spectrum New Yorker Magazine prints a Jeffrey Toobin piece, aptly named "This is My Jail"; a grim glimpse at a the Baltimore City Detention Center, an inner city jail that ought to be notorious; no - infamous! The place ought to be infamous.
On January 5, 2013, Tavon White, an inmate at the Baltimore City Detention Center, had a cell-phone conversation that was intercepted on an F.B.I. wiretap.
    “This is my jail, you understand that,” White told an unidentified friend. “I’m dead serious. I make every final call in this jail. . . . Everything come to me. Before a motherfucker hit a nigga in the mouth, guess what they do—they gotta run it through me. I tell them whether it’s a go ahead and they can do it or whether they hold back. Before a motherfucker stab somebody, they gotta run it through me.”
    White was a leader of a gang called the Black Guerrilla Family.
    The gang had such control over inmates in the facility that, as White put it in another phone call,
    “I got elevated to the seat where as though nobody in the jail could outrank me. . . . Like, I am the law. . . . So if I told any motherfucking body they had to do this, hit a police, do this, kill a motherfucker, anything, it got to be done. Period"
And yes, it's worth signing up for the free monthly trial subscription to read the whole article.
Here's the URL spelled out - http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2014/04/14/140414fa_fact_toobin
At the other end of the prison spectrum
Bernie Kerik, once a top cop, once Commissioner of the New York City Department of Corrections. He was later indited, and sentenced, for accepting bribes, tax fraud and, frankly, lying about it. He opinions about prison now that he was incarcerated, have changed. Who would have known?

Laura Dimon, a columnist at PolicyMic, wrote:

He's been called a hero and a leader, a liar and a crook. Praise or condemn him, it's hard to argue that he doesn't have a damned interesting story. He said that throughout his career, he thought he understood the criminal justice system.
     But it wasn't until the tough "lock 'em up" cop with the Tony Soprano-like swagger was suited up in prison uniform, mopping floors and living in a small room with three other men that he realized: He knew "nothing," he said, until he was on the other side of the bars.
Another interviewer, Lisa DiPaulo, (who specializes in chatting up the famous) wrote in The Secrets of White Collar Prisons got him to talk about his impressions of spending time in a "Club Fed" prison for the rich and influential. The article, appearing in the slick lifestyle e-mag Dujour has another convicted criminal, Jack Abramoff, lamenting (on Kerik's behalf) “You don’t want to be the celebrity of the prison, by the way,” Abramoff also shares: “It’s never good to draw attention to yourself in a prison. Nothing good is gonna result from that.”

Perhaps the most useful insights shared with Ms. DiPaulo by Bernie Kerik are after she asked "What was the most shocking thing about being on the other side of the bars?" He said this:

“The punishment should be the deprivation of freedom and liberty,” he says. “But once you arrive at prison—I was shocked by the psychological punishment.” This is unexpected. “You are constantly berated, degraded, demoralized,” he says. “You’re herded like cattle.”
    The isolation from family also takes its toll. “You can’t show your child love and support and guidance in absentia. You damn sure can’t do it in a two-hour visit in a visiting room. You can’t discipline your child while you’re in the system, because the last thing you need is for that last conversation you have with your child to be a negative one,” he says.
    “You cannot fathom the pain, the heartache, that the system causes parents and their kids. Nobody gets it. Nobody understands it.”

Ms. Dimon, graduated from Columbia's School of Journalism in 2013 and her work focuses on criminal justice issues. She also wrote The Invisible Life Sentence, a piece on how our harsh and unforgiving society essentially "sentences" almost anyone whose been incarcerated, to a marginalized life; unless, of course, if your are already wealthy (and can completely avoid being sentenced) or if you are a well connected former career politician. The following link will take you to the complete article.

Here's the URL spelled out - to Ms. Dimon's article: http://www.policymic.com/articles/86691/nypd-commissioner-turned-felon-has-a-message-for-america-now-he-s-been-to-prison?.

Ms. DePaulo's creds include writing for GQ, DUJour, and other lifestyle magazines. Her take is, perhaps, a caution to the high and mighty that if they do go to prison, they might be forced to live in a cell "where you are barely able to turn around in the cell without bumping into something..."
    Point being, the conditions are nothing, nothing like those endured by the inmates at Baltimore City Detention Center.

Here's the URL spelled out - to Ms. DePaulo's article: http://dujour.com/article/inside-white-collar-prisons-bernie-kerik-jack-abramoff