rebel rebel

Not long ago David Bowie died, folks took it to hear and then just a little bit farther.

fb was flooded with those saddened and in stunned disbelief, my feed was a parade of videos, images and stories.  There were memorials, tributes, bowie specific art shows and the town i live in (which has no real ties to the man) someone took down a street sign and replaced it with ‘david bowie avenue’ there was even talk about trying to effect this tribute as a permanent change.  for me the display of public mourning seemed production like and maudlin, in fact the continued force of it rubbed me the wrong way.  its always sad when someone you know or appreciate dies.  but this was not a close friend, relative or even some tragic lived fast die young.  this was a person with his own family and life, who happened to be a celebrity and for all case and purposes someone who was blessed with living a long life.

don’t get me wrong, i am not lacking in empathy;  its just his death didn’t make me want to talk about how he influenced me or how he influenced the world around, rather it reminded i am getting older and mortality is always present.

for me Bowie and other celebrities that have been around my entire life (formative years and beyond) have reached the status of familiar. the memory traces i   posses are a culmination of the times and styles we experienced because we have had the good fortune of crossing the same celestial paths at the same time.

drawing between the light and dark

drawing between the light and dark

after graduate school i got a a visiting artist professor position; between teaching and learning the ropes; i kept experimenting and making work, pushing the ideas i had started and focusing on what i wanted my work to convey.  these pieces were the only successful pieces i had to show from that time and in fact findingthe title required almost as much  i settled upon dinosaur jr.s version of quicksand, which to me was ever so slightly less depressing end of your rope than bowie’s  version.  these not only were my first personal success (direction wise)  but they also  really started my art life and career, they were accepted into several shows; including making the catalog cover of Silent Conversations, Craft Alliance, March 16 – May 6, 2007, St. Louis, Missouri

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

san angelo 21

this past spring i had work accepted into the san angelo 21st national ceramic competition, a biennial i’ve had the good fortune of being included in many years in the past. its driving distance from home the selection of work is always superb so  i would be lying to say its not one of my favorite shows, this year it became even more so as i received a merit award.  so while not able to attend the reception, we made the trek a few weeks later to check it out, as well as the chicken farm and ft. concho, because if you are going to site see, you must see all the sites.

me and my work on display

me and my work on display

some of the other works, in particular ones i liked

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and of course a little gilhooly from the permanent collection

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still don’t know what i was waiting for and my time was running wild

actually, i know all to well what i was waiting for. the web page to fix itself or better yet a backup of the day before it died to show up in my inbox like i requested and was instructed, but i digress. it was broke, it is now fixed.

so i managed without the internet coverage, i got into two shows, received a honorable mention at the 21st annual San Angelo National Ceramic Competition,  i wrote in my little sketchbook future blog posts which once i finish adding back all that was lost i shall begin to post, but since i am starting fresh, i’ll be starting fresh my way.

so while i work my back to complete broken image links on my blogs and posting posts from the journal, here is a shot from the show in San Angelo

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take my compassion push it as far as it goes