Sex seems to be dominating American lives lately.
Sex, sexuality, gender, harassment, consent, rape, birth control, infidelity, pedophilia, discrimination, and marriage. Who does, who doesn’t, who should, who shouldn’t, and sometimes there are even photographs that can never be unseen. Continue reading The Mapplethorpe Triangle
Now my wife and her sister alternate hosting Thanksgiving, we do a large gathering around Christmas at her mother’s home, and my wife’s mother either joins us or her sister on Christmas day. This means that every other Thanksgiving we need to have the space for between 17 and 21 people to eat a holiday dinner. Continue reading Happy Holidays
I play computer games. Although not a lot of computer games as I only play 2 computer games (and their subsequent expansions) but I’ve played those two games for about 15 years.
I’m a dedicated but loyal player. Continue reading Not All Who Wander are Lost: Explorer’s Paradise
There seems to be an unending list of things I should do.
There even seems to be an infinite list of things I actually want to do. Continue reading Laziness, procrastination, indecision, apathy, or preoccupation – you pick.
Warning: This whole post is a plug for Instagram. Continue reading The Wonderful World of Instagram
Pink Hats is a fairly simplistic digital composite. Originally created during the first 100 days of Target Resistance the composite’s main component is a hot pink target which required only some minor rearranging of the small targets and removing a couple of elements completely. Continue reading Pink Hats
The Philbrook Museum was originally the home of Waite and Genevieve Phillips and is located in Tulsa. Waite, along with his brothers, founded Phillips Petroleum which is now operated and traded as ConocoPhillips. Continue reading Exit Through the Gift Shop, Part 2
This post is NOT about the 2010 Banksy movie entitled Exit Through The Gift Shop (although if you haven’t seen the movie yet you should.) It is instead about the inequality of museum gift shops – specifically art museum gift shops. I’ve been to an alien museum (Roswell, NM), a wax museum (Wash., DC), a Museum of Osteology (OKC, OK), and the National Museum of … Continue reading Exit Through The Gift Shop, Part 1
Today was yet another voting day in Oklahoma City and it is the third time I’ve had to cast a vote for someone since the Presidential election on November 8th, 2016 and, although I am a vocal supporter of carrying out our few but important civic duties, I must say all the voting is wearing on me a bit. Continue reading primary elections, general elections, special elections, run-off elections …
The intense and sudden focus on the more violent fringe elements of the antifa by mass media is concerning to me because I see it as another example of our institutions manipulating our personal perceptions to keep the power in the hands of rich, white, straight, Christian men. Continue reading Never Again
Art was my protective shield. It remained my defense through junior and senior high giving me an out for my many sins and inadequacies as well as providing a modicum of psychological protection as I was forced to engage with more and more of my age group in larger classes and different and larger schools. Continue reading Art as Defense/Art as Offense
Front Porch uses 5 photographic elements. The predominant one is a family photograph of my grandfather staining or finishing the picnic table where many years later I would sometimes eat my lunch and where I open-air stored my always impressive and constant yet ephemeral collection of locust shells. Continue reading Front Porch
Genetic memory figures significantly in this particular blog (you can read more about it at Wiki or through this short BBC report) but for a real quick & dirty version – genetic memory is the concept that some events can alter your genes and then you pass this altered copy to your progeny. Continue reading Hereditary Fears
I recently read a blog post from a gallery in Ottawa that was trying to make the argument that having original art is as important as having a bed. The author posted several good reasons to have original art in the home and I fully support the concept of everyone having original art in their homes (#supportlocalartists) and I’m not even going to focus on the absurdity of the blog title which, in it’s entirety is: 13 Reasons Why Original Art In The Home Is As Important As A Bed. Continue reading Art in the Home
The Life is a Beach digital composite is another piece I created for Target Resistance and which uses a lot of different elements from a variety of sources. The background is composed of different sections of an abstract painting on paper and divided digitally. The sun, moon, planes, and compass (far bottom left corner) are all graphic elements from Photoshop as are the targets inside those elements. Continue reading Life is a Beach
June bugs are common all over the United States although I never saw one until I moved to Oklahoma. In Philly we had Japanese Beetles which, incidentally, look like fancy June bugs with an iridescent body and green bits. They possessed an insatiable appetite for my grandmother’s rose bushes. Continue reading June bugs in July
In old westerns the good guys typically wore white hats and the bad guys wore black hats. Continue reading The Color of Your Hat
I recently read an article on Hyperallergic by William Powhida that asked “What good can political art do?” He discussed, briefly, the outward spewing of artists’ personal frustration and anger onto their medium of choice but also the buying and selling of high-end art for political and/or social benefit. He touched on the lack of funding for the arts as well, all in all, a lot of topics for a 5 paragraph article. Continue reading Politics and Art/Art and Politics
We, my wife and I, have started a 31-day sugar detox. We are on day 1 and as it is a blog day I should be blogging but right at this moment my only real thought is I’m kinda hungry and it’s still a long time until bedtime. Continue reading Sugar Detox Blues
A New Model Every Year is set of three images (A New Model Every Year 1955, 1992, and 2014 are all pictured below) that use a Thomas O’Halloran’s black and white photograph taken during the 1958-59 school year in Little Rock, Ar. Continue reading A New Model Every Year