Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Mask: Ape-Man (With Details)
Ape-Man: sculpture mix; emerald glaze; copper wire.
I made this mask years ago--Summer or Fall 2008?--and it's about the side of my hand with the fingers outspread.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Rhymes With Orange III
Labels:
Devil-Duck,
Ducks,
Friendship,
Luck,
Memory,
Orange,
Pluck,
Sausalito,
Tertius,
View
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Reprise: A Favorite Wave
Labels:
Favorite,
Free diving,
Lovers Point,
Photographs,
Surfing,
View,
Waves
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Treasure Hunting
I took these photographs March 30, 2011, a couple weeks after returning from Alaska and the memorial for my friend Keith. I was attempting to find comfort, frankly, looking to old magazines and books, especially the ones pictured here that day. I'd talked with Keith at various times about the books I wanted to write, that I haven't yet written. A crime novel with diving and sunken wrecks; a historical-fantasy of the aftermath of the fall of Troy, also with diving and sunken wrecks; among others. With both of those projects, I have found inspiration in that particular issue of National Geographic and in Kirk Russell's eco-thriller regarding abalone-poaching, Shell Games. The Surfers Journal is just good fun, good reportage, history, and photographic illustration of watery lives.
Solace. Inspiration. Reminders of debts owed.
I still owe you at least one good book, Keith. I'm working on it. Slowly.
Labels:
Crime novels,
Free diving,
Keith,
Loss,
Mystery,
Salvage,
Scuba diving,
Solace,
Surfing,
Treasure,
Water
Friday, March 22, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Morrissey's "Clothes"
CLOTHES
Once they come undone, there's no stopping the undoing
Of all that keeps us us and not we.
From a room full of history and underwear
I throw out my diary and walk naked.
Until we're talking of weather again,
Contact shrunk back to wherever it sprang from.
And I'm begging for it all, coat, hat, gloves, scarf --
Shoes shod in iron, and a waterproof.
--Sinead Morrissey,
from There was Fire in Vancouver,
Carcanet Press Ltd., Manchester, England,
1996.
Once they come undone, there's no stopping the undoing
Of all that keeps us us and not we.
From a room full of history and underwear
I throw out my diary and walk naked.
Until we're talking of weather again,
Contact shrunk back to wherever it sprang from.
And I'm begging for it all, coat, hat, gloves, scarf --
Shoes shod in iron, and a waterproof.
--Sinead Morrissey,
from There was Fire in Vancouver,
Carcanet Press Ltd., Manchester, England,
1996.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Clover Dreams
Green fellow, sleeping off the shenanigans.
Scupture mix; copper carbonate oxide.
Figure exercise w/ model: 25 minutes.
Reprise: Exercise In Blue
Salvage / Boat:
sculpture mix; blue slip; twig; string; and copper wire.
Old project; mistake, improved upon.
Still cheers me.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
"Tied-Up House": Lyrics By Jackie Leven
TIED-UP HOUSE
found a little stone on a harbour wall
sea-spray-soaked and very small
big bay rough and turning brown
little shrimp boat on a dangerous sound
i can't go back to the tied-up house
tied so tight people can't get out
you can hear them wail, you can hear them shout
or they sit in chairs till the silence hurts
the ocean roars from room to room
leaving tide marks in the shallow gloom
i got cuts on my hand from i don't know where
and a sobbing hall that i just can't bear
--Jackie Leven,
from his CD Shining Brother Shining Sister
found a little stone on a harbour wall
sea-spray-soaked and very small
big bay rough and turning brown
little shrimp boat on a dangerous sound
i can't go back to the tied-up house
tied so tight people can't get out
you can hear them wail, you can hear them shout
or they sit in chairs till the silence hurts
the ocean roars from room to room
leaving tide marks in the shallow gloom
i got cuts on my hand from i don't know where
and a sobbing hall that i just can't bear
--Jackie Leven,
from his CD Shining Brother Shining Sister
Saturday, March 9, 2013
"A Jar of Pain": Lyrics By Jackie Leven
CLASSIC NORTHERN DIVERSIONS
I took a train out of leeds in the smear and stain
I saw the city pass by in the shuffling rain
I'm in huddersfield drinking in the slubber's arms
and i walked through slush by broken farms
where huddling sheep are turning grey
in the cold light of a nothing day
it took me fifty long years just to work out
that because i was angry didn't mean i was right
now i'm sitting in a bar alone
with the jukebox playing a terrible song
the bartender says I see it's you again
I been drinking deep from a jar of pain
Ch -- i remember once i went home like this
i had my mother in tears as i felt her kiss
now my mother is heavenbound
and her body lies in unmarked ground
in every heart in every home
there's a dying man who lives alone
he close the door and he turn away
and the tide rushes in on a fatal shore
i can never get too close to coal
with a glass in my hand and the ember's crack
but the fire's gone out and the chimney's closed
and there's a round jeer sticking on my back
ch --
I took a train out of leeds in the smear and stain
i saw the city pass by in the shuffling rain
and with chimneys leaning to the sea
i got the salt of sunderland creasing me
i took a jar of pain to the soaking field
and to the lonely seawall inn south shields
if i was a man which i am not
standing in the last of the rotten snow
i'd fall on my knees and cry out loud
to the snowy river and the icy flow
i took a train out of leeds in the smear and stain
i saw the city pass by in the shuffling rain
--Jackie Leven
from his CD Shining Brother Shining Sister
Reprise: Dona Quixote
Labels:
Clay,
Don Quixote,
Dona Quixote,
Flying,
Gymnast,
Model,
Posters,
Sculpture
Friday, March 8, 2013
Salt For The Wound
Labels:
Dive knife,
Fins,
Free diving,
Grief,
Loss,
Mask,
Monterey Bay,
Myths,
S-P,
Salt,
Snorkels,
Solace,
Wound,
Yearning
Thursday, March 7, 2013
From "The Monkey's Raincoat"
"'Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy.' The Blue Fairy said that. In Pinnochio."
--Elvis Cole's line on page 58
of Robert Crais' first novel The Monkey's Raincoat.
(Keith would have gotten the point of the quotation from a crime novel, would have asked at least three good questions, and then would have debated our respective positions for as long as we felt like it. That's a good friend.)
--Elvis Cole's line on page 58
of Robert Crais' first novel The Monkey's Raincoat.
(Keith would have gotten the point of the quotation from a crime novel, would have asked at least three good questions, and then would have debated our respective positions for as long as we felt like it. That's a good friend.)
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Study Break Is Over
Labels:
Alcibiades,
Berkeley,
Greeks,
Heroes,
Mocha,
Novel,
Peter Green,
Scone,
Studying
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The Ocean In His Eyes
Misterioso Duck:
sculpture mix; trans-brown and denim glazing.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
--Lord Byron,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage:
Canto IV, #178
sculpture mix; trans-brown and denim glazing.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
--Lord Byron,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage:
Canto IV, #178
Friday, March 1, 2013
Old Dive Trip: Random Shots
Labels:
Abalone,
Fish,
Free diving,
Friendship,
Kayaking,
Kelp,
Sonoma Coast
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