Friday, February 10
Wednesday, February 8
one million cutllages made during Utah Christmas Break 2005, part I
i think i did buy about a million toll paintings and cutting boards from the thriftstores from salt lake down to manti in order to come up with these. that valley is littered with goldmines.
Saturday, February 4
one million classy things about the art reception in Staunton
first of all: the campus. Mary Baldwin College. CLASS-SSY. this is the building our art show was housed in. i think paul revere lived in it.
second of all: Paul (gallery director and our critical theory teacher). the definition of class. he was so good to us, inviting us to show, making a great reception including a dinner afterward.
thirdly: artists posing with the artwork. here we're attempting to turn the corner of unclassiness by heavily working it's opposite. plus a good opportunity to compare our photos with the ones in the show invitation postcard (Primary).
Jason
Heather
Me
Lauren
Andy
Mike
Marian
a less embarrasing one of me
fourthly: matching your reception beverage to a modest abstract expressionist painting. i love it.
second of all: Paul (gallery director and our critical theory teacher). the definition of class. he was so good to us, inviting us to show, making a great reception including a dinner afterward.
thirdly: artists posing with the artwork. here we're attempting to turn the corner of unclassiness by heavily working it's opposite. plus a good opportunity to compare our photos with the ones in the show invitation postcard (Primary).
Jason
Heather
Me
Lauren
Andy
Mike
Marian
a less embarrasing one of me
fourthly: matching your reception beverage to a modest abstract expressionist painting. i love it.
Wednesday, February 1
one million flakes of obsidian
This is my Dad's way of proving: you think you have a studio? THIS is a studio!
(I got him Crocodile Dundee [need i specify which?] for Christmas)
in the back loading dock entrance of this once-upon-a-time grocery store lies this Mayan stone carving. it's one of only three original casts of this particular piece
Dad let us touch it even though it was one of the more important museum artifacts being stored there, but this didn't cure Michael's frowny face...yet
It smelled like you imagine it smelling in Indiana Jones when you see that warehouse of millions of important objects just sitting around. Apparently the Mayan calendar completes a major cycle in the year 2020 at which point, my Dad joked, some new age types would be watching for the end of the world.
and now...the studio within the warehouse of lost museum artifacts:
that's not an arrowhead, THIS is an arrowhead!
that's not a fancy arrowhead, THIS is a fancy arrowhead!
that's not a flake of obsidian, THIS is a flake of obsidian!
o.k. maybe THIS is a fancy arrowhead!
THIS is how you hit obsidian with a rock!
David gets the hang of it, but was in less of a good mood than Michael...
THERE's Michael's smiley face...but that's not quite a smiley face
THIS is a smiley face!
nononononono
now i feel like a prodigy
all my brothers really wanted for Christmas were cool hoodies. that's about the scope of things i coveted when i was their age too.
after twenty years of teaching college kids the basics of flintnapping, Dad had to admit he was impressed with the quick learning curve all three of us were showing our first time in the pit. i guess it's in our blood.
THIS is delicate antler/leather work to finish an arrowhead!
THAT's a David smiley face!
so that was the unexpected studio visit of Christmas break in Utah that reminded me that i have even more in common with my father than i stopped to realize: Studios.
p.s. Dad is an archaeologist who focuses on the most ancient civilizations of Mesoamerica. He also studies ancient tool-making technology and is some sort of expert (as i'm sure you can tell from the photos) in obsidian.
(I got him Crocodile Dundee [need i specify which?] for Christmas)
in the back loading dock entrance of this once-upon-a-time grocery store lies this Mayan stone carving. it's one of only three original casts of this particular piece
Dad let us touch it even though it was one of the more important museum artifacts being stored there, but this didn't cure Michael's frowny face...yet
It smelled like you imagine it smelling in Indiana Jones when you see that warehouse of millions of important objects just sitting around. Apparently the Mayan calendar completes a major cycle in the year 2020 at which point, my Dad joked, some new age types would be watching for the end of the world.
and now...the studio within the warehouse of lost museum artifacts:
that's not an arrowhead, THIS is an arrowhead!
that's not a fancy arrowhead, THIS is a fancy arrowhead!
that's not a flake of obsidian, THIS is a flake of obsidian!
o.k. maybe THIS is a fancy arrowhead!
THIS is how you hit obsidian with a rock!
David gets the hang of it, but was in less of a good mood than Michael...
THERE's Michael's smiley face...but that's not quite a smiley face
THIS is a smiley face!
nononononono
now i feel like a prodigy
all my brothers really wanted for Christmas were cool hoodies. that's about the scope of things i coveted when i was their age too.
after twenty years of teaching college kids the basics of flintnapping, Dad had to admit he was impressed with the quick learning curve all three of us were showing our first time in the pit. i guess it's in our blood.
THIS is delicate antler/leather work to finish an arrowhead!
THAT's a David smiley face!
so that was the unexpected studio visit of Christmas break in Utah that reminded me that i have even more in common with my father than i stopped to realize: Studios.
p.s. Dad is an archaeologist who focuses on the most ancient civilizations of Mesoamerica. He also studies ancient tool-making technology and is some sort of expert (as i'm sure you can tell from the photos) in obsidian.
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