Outsider Art

My mother named my cat “Alice B. Toklas”.  I’ve been interested in outsiders ever since. The Outsider magazine is my new favorite.

First paragraphs

All I wanted to do was drink some serious coffee and occupy a Barcalounger as I spent a couple hours reading Cart Snappers, Lilian Flambo’s latest romance novel about a hapless grocery store clerk and her illicit affair with the produce man. Every bit of me ached with cold as I’d just spent the last couple hours driving from Howdy to Little Rock through freezing rain and sleet in a 1956 Ford Fairlane with a limping crippled heater. And it wasn’t just the temperature. The windshield wipers on the car scraaaaambleeeeched at increasingly high decibels each time they swooped across the glass, soudnig every bit like a mutant buzzard on a rampage, and the flapping piece of worn-off rubber looked like the bird’s broken wing. The steel arm of the blade gouged a big arc where the bare metal blade swept across the already pocked windshield.

Never went anywhere with that one. But it did remind me, as I rewrote it just now. that the word for the Art House Coop 10,000 People Project could be illustrated with a Barcalounger. Shhhhhh, don’t tell anyone the word, if you figured it out.

The first time we’re depressed in 2009

2009 Hurricane names:

Ana
Bill
Claudette
Danny
Erika
Fred
Grace
Henri
Ida
Joaquin
Kate
Larry
Mindy
Nicholas
Odette
Peter
Rose
Sam
Teresa
Victor
Wanda

Mayflies hatching on an open fire…

Jack dogs nipping at your nose. Tiny sluts with their flies all aglow…

Truly, ya’ll, the Mayflies hatched in a superb fashion after the last rain shower. Gabillions of them, swarming the back porch – they get into your eyes, hair, *gag me* mouth and if you don’t know Mayflies, you don’t know Nymphs. They are so tragic, a gentle breeze can slap them into a tree trunk and kill them dead.

But the most amazing fact – just come upon by yours dearly – is the scientific name for the little nymph darlings!

Ephemera varia. oh wait, the capitals are for emphasis. Let’s do this correctly: Ephemera varia .
I must create an assemblage art piece incorporating this incredible new knowledge.

Oh, thou trout spine, hast thy seen thee?
Get me to a portlet, my varia sprucemate.
Thy Mayfly doth cease me further,
vex me no more.
–Dr. Curtis Moray Vander Blinkertoon

Drawing Classes

Gonna’ get me some real hands-on teaching, a refresher course – of course – from Sam Wall, local artist. I’ve forgotten the basics of cross-hatching, contours and can’t seem to remember where my erasers are stored.

her.

ha.

*Apture changed itself a few days back, I’m not so crazy about the new look but am getting used to it.