Last night, Liz and I attended the opening reception at the Mesa Art Center. With the snowbirds flying back home for the summer, the mood was much different from other times we have visited the center. The locals are much more relaxed and friendly. It might have something to do with being able to drive to our destinations without fighting congested traffic. Or, maybe the fact that we can now frequent our favorite restaurant at dinner time and not face an hour wait in line. Or, possibly that we can find a seat at the bar at our local watering hole. Read more
Archive for Art Rants
We wanted a tropical themed fan to coincide with the Key West themed bar area. All of the fans at Home Depot had light kits included. Yeah, I know, you do not have to install the light kit; I have this aversion to paying for something I don’t want or need.
We checked out Amazon.com, and all of the fans that fit our criteria started at around $300 – insane. I finally went to the Home Depot website, because they claim that if you cannot find it in the store, you can find it online. Did you know that you can get a kayak from Home Depot? Read more
The fake tree would have been decorated, and the house would be decked out in the Christmas spirit. We always had a real tree too, which would be set up two weeks before the big day.
This year I managed to get the house lights up the weekend after Thanksgiving. And the gift shopping list is greatly reduced. I did buy Liz a gift that will be a surprise, and I hope she will appreciate. I have to get her another – that will be next paycheck. It sucks living from check to check – that seems to be the new normal, though. Read more
I am happy to have a creative outlet, as I cannot walk into the studio without going into a panic attack. My side of the studio has become a clusterfuck of debris and junk and piles of household items and tools that have no other home.
It has become such a quagmire that it is impossible for me to even clean up a small workspace. There is simply no empty space to move anything to. I walk in, look around, try to figure out a game plan, and my head begins to explode.
The bar is a nice project, and inexpensive to boot. I like that! Liz picked up the 70’s bar set for $40 at auction. It is heavy and solid, and a good base. We agreed on a Key West theme, and so the bar was destined to become a tiki bar. Read more
Today the Superstition Museum hosted their annual Prickly Pear event. They had a Prickly Pear breakfast, and you could purchase almost any type of food stuff made from the fruit of the Prickly Pear cactus – jelly, syrup, candy. The pads of the cactus are edible – great with eggs. I especially enjoy them pickled. Read more
It was with regret that we heard the news that Monti’s is closing after more than 60-years. Monti’s restaurant is a landmark in Tempe, housed in an adobe hacienda that is reported to be haunted, it is renowned for the steaks.
After our hike in the morning, Liz, Mike and I had decided to reward ourselves with one last visit to Monti’s. So how did we end up at a chain restaurant instead? Read more
This is an old one from the archives. Atlantic City Beer Festival, 2007 I think. It was near the end of Inferno Newspaper‘s seven-year run.
I showed my press credentials at the door, and Liz and I got in for free. And we got VIP treatment at the booths, with a lot of freebies.
Inferno started life as an underground arts newspaper, and evolved into a politcal/current events publication that raised eyebrows and ire.
I have toyed with the idea of starting a newspaper like Inferno in Apache Junction. The concept for the masthead is OUTSIDER. Distribution, and ad sales are the two main hitches in my plan. I don’t have the energy to be a sales person in addition to being artistic director and editor in chief. Not to mention, layout and graphics…
There are not too many things I miss about New Jersey, but the one thing I do miss is the sense of community that my artist and creative friends shared. Inferno was a project that was created out of a desire to share, and everyone contributed out of generosity, not out of greed. Nobody got paid, and I laid out more money from my wallet than I ever got in return. In the few years that I did end up in the black, I never did earn a return that was even close to minimum wage. I devoted at least 40 hours a week to the rag, and my best year rewarded me with $2,000, plus or minus…
So I have to wonder why I would even entertain the notion of doing it again.
“Art is a response to life. To be an artist is to undertake a risky way to live, to adopt one of the greatest forms of liberty, to make no compromise. Painting is a form of love, of transmitting the years in art.” ~ Antonio Berni
Liz and I spent the afternoon at the Phoenix Art Museum. Our main attraction was the featured exhibition of Argentinian artist, Antonio Berni. We knew little about him going in, except that he worked with found objects and created some amazing sculpture. He was one of the most influential artists of the 20th century, although virtually unknown in the United States. Read more
I have not been in the studio in eight months. In the beginning of the year, the excuse was getting used to working nights. This summer, it is the fact that the studio is 110ºF.
The truth is, I have no creative drive – possibly due to a combination of the above. However, I don’t even have that much of a creative drive to write.
Perhaps with cooler weather, and some paid days off in my future, I will tap into some reserve.
Captain’s is a little dive bar that Liz, Mike and I hit for a few cold beers after auction night. It looks like it might be possible inspiration for a new American Bar Series painting. Captain’s is “My Kinda Place”… you know – that ubiquitous bar song from last decade that made you want to throw the cue ball into the jukebox with excessive force. Read more
But I have two problems. One is the deluge of spam coming from China and Turkey. The Turks destroyed this site with a massive attack at one time, due to my outspoken criticism of their government for denying the Armenian holocaust. The Chinese attacked me incessantly because I refuse to sell the domain name. Read more