"france.is"

Continued play with Frances' beach. This one includes a dash of a Lexi waxy image for colour and texture.


"detail"

"march.three"

I always feel like I am going into a rut and then I pull something out of a hat that I like.

"past.all.the.rubies"

Bees wax and fridge magnets...both two dimensional and thus perfect for simple sampling.

A bit of a splanglish.dutch omelet. Obviously with tomatoes

Enjoy your Sunday,....

Close-upsof two morphs in progress.

"of.gifts"

I think I finally have finished this one - feels balanced and it moves with minimal bounce. I have enjoyed laying out the process - this one did not jump up like some others do - it has more like a process of pulling teeth and cutting and pasting crowns of creation (a nod to Jefferson Airplane). Not sure yet how much I like it, but it seems done. Very little sampling here - snippets from Joanne and I realize also some Lexi tree (blue streaks). The text was cut and pasted from a blog narrative and then scripted. I have used the text sample before - mystery in its ilegibility, I hope.

Suddenly I look at the image and it seems top heavy so maybe it is not done....






"details"

"shall"

"detail"

Continued play with prior image...bit of carta shuffled in.

"red.bud"

Roots here are of Lexi wax image (altered), but mostly a tree limb in my front yard, a red bud, one of my favorite spring flowering trees.

Three day weekend. About six crocuses in my front yard grass.

"a.life's.confessions"


"half.dome"

Playing with Lexi's waxy post.

"must.ard"

"cold.front.cart.ography"


"detail"

At what point is an image far enough removed that it is (id) not sampled. Tree, again, and also in basement.

Super Bowl Sunday. Beer. Chips.

"jersey.nook"


"detail"

The tree, again, with feeling.

"friday"


"detail"

winter tree uprooted, used as a broom, past dusk.

"twice.dream.nt"

Babaloo, Andrea, Lexi sampled. There is a sacred niched icon, an enlightened window (revisited) and another wondrous Babaloo tree.

Then, there are random characters (chicken scratches) - some in English, others not - all were found here and there, everywhere.

Because of the window and the tree, I thought of an old song on an album of my youth.... I do beleive there is a reason for today.



I have been listening to a lot of early Fleetwood Mac and some Yardbirds lately...."Badge" probably is my favorite Cream song.

"an.other's.window"


"excerpt"

Sample of a bright fresh painting, until recently in a basement....a window hidden and suddenly unearthed from storage. The original glows on the world.wide.web.

More W.s Good W.s.

A window now sampled and twisted.....bits of the world.wide.web added, subtracted. An echo.

"the.plain.in"

Sampled (too slightly) from a beautiful photograph taken by Lexi. My sample, being so close to the original work, my image is a homage/study rather than my creative expression. Lexi has an exhibit that commenced on the second day of Christmas. That was the "two french hens day," if I can recall December.

While at Lexi's I followed a comment to a blog of another Spanish artist. The work is striking.

I like to follow comments to new blogs. Somehow, I once got to Lexi's blog which led me to Joanne's blog. Joanne lives in southern Japan, but grew up two towns over from my home on Long Island. She finds beauty in the most common, often scrap refuse, and then she scans it or photographs it with her cell phone. She was kind enough to give me a Happy award.

Thank you all for letting me sample and play. My best. Always. Yes.

"wri.ting"

this.is.a.test.it.is.only.a.test.should.this.have.been.an.actual.emergency

"snowy"

I took the liberty of sampling of a collage by an artist, from Spain. I hope she does not mind.

I miss white owls, not the cigars, though....I have seen a small number of snowy owls on Long Island beaches in the midst of bitter cold winters. These owls move south, erupt it is called, when the populations of lemmings die down in the artic. No food equals an eruption.

Birding made me appreciate winter - since I bird less these days, I prefer the warmer seasons. But there is a beauty to crisp daylight and frost on a dry brown leaf.

"snowy"

Sample of a collage by an artist, from Spain.

I have seen a small number of snowy owls on Long Island beaches in the midst of cold winters. They move south, erupt it is called, when the populations of lemmings die down in the artic. Birding made me appreciate winter - since I bird less these days, I prefer the warmer seasons.