Another year older, another year deeper in debt…

Supersttion SkiesI guess I am officially over the hill – 52 years old as of last Wednesday. I celebrated by falling asleep in my armchair watching Sons of Anarchy.

We are not big on birthday celebrations – Liz treated me last week to the Buena Vista Social Club concert at the Mesa Performing Arts Center. She bought me a lawnmower for my birthday; that’s okay, I told her I was going to buy her a vacuum cleaner for hers… Continue reading »

Superstition Sawblade Clock

Superstition Sawblade ClockSuperstition Sawblade Clock
$45 + $11 shipping/handling in continental USA

Larger numerals, smaller hands, and a yellow sky – I am constantly increasing my inventory of Superstition Sawblade clocks, buying clock works with every new paycheck.

My Superstition Sawblades are hand-painted scenes of the Sonoran Desert. I use quality artist oils, and seal the face with an enamel lacquer. The works are precision quartz – I have five cock on the wall in a group, and set them all to the same time, second hand included. After more than a month, the second hands diverged by less than a ten-second spread across the group.  That’s pretty accurate for a house clock.

In addition to the Superstition Sawblades I have been incorporating clocks into my “found-object” sculptures. My Desert Detritus sculptures consist of old metal, debris, wood and what-have-you that was scavenged on our regular desert hikes.

 

Desert Detritus Clock

Desert Detritus ClockDesert Detritus Clock 
$125

I have painted dozens of my superstition Sawblades, and converted many of them into wall clocks.

I have added Desert Detritus Clocks to my itinerary. Why not more sawblade clocks? Well, beside not wanting to saturate the market – ha ha – I could explain that I wanted to expand my artistic horizons and embrace more creative outlets. The real answer is more mundane – I picked up the wrong clock works and was too lazy to go back and exchange them for the proper size.

On our regular hikes in the desert, we generally scavenge all sorts of debris, some nature made, some man-made. Old rusted pieces of metal, remnants of wood and construction debris, old roots and wind and sand weathered tree branches all find their way into our pile of old junk in the studio, patiently awaiting a second chance at life.

I found the perfect marriage of a pile of junk that needed a purpose and clock works that needed a home.

This is my first pendulum clock, and what we have is found object/re-purposed art with a function. What more could you want?

 

Another thing you can’t do in Jersey…

WineIt has officially been one year (as of September 15) that I left New Jersey for Arizona. There is really not a whole lot that I miss about NJ, and quite a bit that I am happy to distance myself from.

New Jersey is, as is much of the northeast coast, an intrusive state. Bureaucrats and politicians get way too involved in the intimate details of daily life and miss the big picture, such as quality of life. Continue reading »

Monsoon

monsoon cloudsMonsoon season is winding down, and Apache Junction didn’t come through unscathed.

Monsoon season begins around June, and ends in mid-September. Until last Firday, we had some scattered showers and downpours, but nothing too serious.

I was relaxing on the patio last Friday afternoon when the storm kicked up. The skies turned ominous shades of gray. There was thunder in the distance, and lightning behind the peak of the Superstition Mountains. And then, BAM!  The wind kicked through, and the rain was coming down in literal sheets, horizontally. Continue reading »