studio

Golden: WTF?

Or, as they say in my favorite syndicated comedy, What the Shit?

Apparently the plastic is weaker than the paint… Which, in some ways is a good thing, no?

golden 1

golden 2

In case you don’t get the two above pictures, that is the top part of the cap broken off, the white part on the neck of the tube is the other half. Notice the dried cylinder of paint that has resulted from the shape of the cap.

Here’s one more for you:

golden 3

Anyone want a half dried tube of Naphthol Red Medium acrylic paint?

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Tonka fixes the table

This required a little more elbow grease:

fix table


Tonka fixes the lamp

Gorilla glue FTW!

glue


Let there be Light!

Last week I came upon a surprise in the studio:

broke lamp

This. is. not. good.

Sitting on the doctor office blue drop cloth is a broken concrete-stone weight. This is the base of a lamp that has come apart, most likely do to all the water I spill in the studio – purposely and not – that provides a strong weight to the base to keep the lamp standing.

I love this lamp. Not only is it four bright halogen bulbs that provide some kick ass painting light, but some much needed heat in a very cold studio. The lamp will fall over once I move the broken concrete-stone weight.

More importantly, and quite unexpected, is that I felt a small form of loss as Tonka gave me this lamp. I know it’s a little weird, but in a way it is like having a piece of him there.

Now, I’m first to admit I put a lot of attachment into certain objects, as we all do, but I’m getting better at it. After all, it is just a lamp. I actually put a bunch of childhood toys on Ebay over the past few months, with the last batch going up this past week. It is a cleansing like nothing else. Soon my goal of just essentials around me (along with a shitload of canvases) will be realized.

But now I need a new lamp.


Gears

gears

Tonka found these on the sidewalk awhile back and picked them up for me.  They have been kicking around the studio for a bit and I finally pulled them out for an examination. I thought back to a conversation I had with a friend who was having some difficulties and my gears started turning. I realized that in accordance with my Transformation ideas (series) is the element of how these transformations take place; not the cause, but the actual process of transforming. It wasn’t long before the thought manifested: Gears are the mechanisms that drive our transformations.

I have a few ideas of where to go with this, though it is too early to be sure of exactly how they will translate to the canvas. In any event, these items will make up part of the finished piece.