playing chicken with myself

I didn’t mean that to sound as provocative as it does. But what the hell it kinda says what it means ~ working the high wire without a net – tight margins – no wiggle room . . . you get the idea.

The ‘real’ chickens are now tucked in my cousins freezer in Idaho while I made my fourth trip across the Great Basin in three months. All that open space time does something to your brain ~ or at least it did sum thin to mine.

As part of an expansive experience it plays in my imagination as an equal to my time at Art Camp

These experiences stand in sharp contrast to the heart wrenching time back east with the family. Perhaps itz a hangover from all the buddha stuff but I find it more painful now to watch loved ones suffer than to bear my own.

So now back in CA I find myself attempting to makes cents out of it all since I am kindov addicted to that sort of thing. Seems like there should be sum profit from all that pain. Maybe ?  Time space will tell . . .

For now I’ve adopted the chorus from Leonard Cohen’s Anthem as my mantra:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

 

rollin’ on back in town

Coming down from a rough ride on the east coast. Maybe the streaming tear feel of this piece was somehow prophetic?

It seems my freerange daze will be getting reigned in soon ~ but hopefully for a good cause ~ or at least an expansive one.

Got a few irons in the fire since my return and we’ll see how they heat up.

For now it’s time to regroup rearrange and reengage with sum experiments in gravity along with my excellent support team.

thanks por todos y’all

‘The time has come’, the Walrus said:

. . . . and Jerry said: ‘What a long strange trip it’s been’. . . .

Stuff never goes back in the boxes as nicely as it came out.

Packing it in here in Idaho ~ for now ~ and heading to CT the land of my birth to spend some time foraging around the homestead in the hopes of being helpful, which as has often been noted, is harder than it sounds.

I can’t say I know what this here stuff is ~ yet ~ but here it is anyways:

some stuff for now ~ see ya later on the least coast

the Joe-Mentum is flowin’

It’s bin a while since I’ve set-up a studio from scratch but we finally got the space dialed in.

There is a ton of stuff getting sorted, re-vived, or dis-carded.

The set-up phase is complete !

~ Let The Chaos Begin ~

~ we’re ona roll now ~
now one else here but us
and the chickens

tURKeY in the hAy

We painted the chicken coup camo ~ to match the sky

There’s about 25 in all around the yard.
Most of them’s red ones like this couple ~

Except for the Colonel ~ he’s the purty one . . .

 . . . . they have until the 14th ~ after that they’s lunch !

It’s a curious thing to care for and raise an animal that you will eventually slaughter and eat.

The lives of these guys and gals, anyways, is about as good as it gets
for being a chicken.

Back at Art Camp

There has bin a big shift in the space since I’ve returned  ~

~ setting up in the Green House just now ~ getting ready for major production = the evidence will follow

Mo D Tails on the Old Ground: Hitting the ‘Jackpot’

Driving across the Great Basin is like visiting another planet ~ and yet we still had the cruise control and the AC on so still rather earth-like American style.
Once you enter Idaho everything changes.

Just before that there’s Jackpot Nevada ~ the town that gambling made = right on the Idaho border it gives the ‘Nawthenners’ a chance to confront the vaunted ‘one armed bandit’ ~

And just before that, just 1 mile south of town heading north on Rt-93 right on the Nevada-Idaho border, there’s a sweet little rest stop just 1 mile south of town  that I’ve hit every time I drive thru the area which has been quite often recently ~

I pulled in at night and got up just in time to catch the moon ‘set’

It is up against a shear rock wall in a little canyon and is an excellent place to rest up & regroup.

Heading on towards Idaho Falls along I-15 there are a couple of great stops to consider. First about 30 miles south near Blackfoot right next to the Walmart is Jenson Grove Park ~ a rockin’ little park and playground for the kids that you can see from the Hyway.

If that’s not your style there are lava fields that are great to scramble around on at a rest stop about 15 miles further up the road towards Idaho Falls ~ and there’s a State Park nearby as well.

Then there is the Snake River to explore too. Since on most of my recent trips I’ve been going through this area at night it was a real pleasure to see suma the sites during the day.

Back at Art Camp now for the start of a new 4 weeks session ~ more about it over here

Covering old ground

Is it ever really possible? Unless we’re not paying attention ~ but if so, then how can anything be old?

I am crossing the Great Basin for the 3rd time in 4 weeks. Most of it at night so haven’t scene much of this yet . . .

. . . but I have seen a bit of this along the way.

It’s the very definition of ‘wide open spaces’ ~ it really does tend to e x p a n d
yer mind . . .

. . . and it still  B L O W S  my mind to imagine that the first settlers traversed country like this . . .

. . . in one of these . . . God Bless the man that invented Cruise Control
(and AC) see ya in Idaho by Sunday PM . . .

. . . meanwhile I’ll be cooling my heals right here for a coupla daze thanks to my good friend Ace

A little dab’ll due ya

Once again back on the trail (or the trial?) in search of the elusive meanderingmushroomman

I know what chew R thinkin = Just look down at my feet, right?

. . . but appearances are deceptive and our own opinions are unreliable.

Still even in these uncertain times it’s nice to see an old friend get a face lift ~ of sorts.

We always look our best in low lighting – unless you are just looking at the parts ~ then chop away my friends.

still it will be interesting to see how all these guys get sorted out ~

~ back on the road two Idaho (I don’t know?) again.

~ we’ll be choppin’it up sum more at Art Camp 2013 soon ~

Cutting it short on time ~ but long on action

Had to put the Idaho Camp on ice way sooner that expected. But after standing back from the disappointment it appeared that
quite a bit got done.

Here are some samples of the wall sculptures.

Heading back to the Bay with about 20 pieces ~ not bad for 2 weeks work even if a do say so myself.

Pix of the paintings to follow