Anatomy of an Art Project: ExactaRazzaMatazz

I have always been impressed by individuals with both a creative mind and the ability to actually deliver a work of art.  My definition of art is probably narrower than those in the representative field and has some definite parameters for me to consider worthy of my attention.  First off, it must be something I find unique.  If it can be reproduced in large batches it is not fit my definition. Nothing catches my attention more than when I see a common object that is rendered from a completely non-traditional viewpoint or perspective.  Secondly, it has to take some time to create.  A single stroke of paint across a white background is not art.  A vase sitting in the middle of a room with a white goldfish swimming in gold colored water with a human figurine on a fishhook is not art.  And lastly it has to be worth actually looking at.  The last one is pretty subjective, but the last time I was at the Chicago Museum of Art the displays in the basement consisted of the following two displays.  One room consisted entirely of dead birds stuck on large sticks and stuck in upright in the floor.  Each bird head was then covered with the shell of a stuffed animal’s head (as in just the outer covering).  After dismissing that display of having any value I was met with a room full of black and white photographs of people’s scars.  Crisp and well lit images, but boring and uninspiring. 

I can feel the art snobs getting their panties in a bunch about how art expands the mind and shouldn’t be confined to established ways of thinking.  I am guessing these people are going on and on about the symbolic images entwined in the goldfish display detailed above.  Pontificating on how society has lost are own color but unaware because we are bathing in the false reflection.   The fishhook clearly representing a desperate attempt to dye (metaphor) in color.  Seam reasonable to you?  A display for the enlightened and profound?  If so, then I have proven my point.  I made that particular scene up 5 minutes ago. 

On a personal front, a hobby of mine is trying to reproduce pieces of art I find fascinating.  In no way do I hope to achieve the same level of quality on a particular piece but then again, I really do not consider myself an artist.  I enjoy experiencing the journey and insights from other more creative minds.  Typically this process starts by seeing something that catches my attention.  If it is something that fits my definition of art (see above), the very next thought is whether I could produce something similar.  This does not have to be in the same image or even in the same medium.  Maybe the creative thought can be expanded or possibly a complete different approach could be used to create it.  If this is feasible, it goes on my list of things to do when I have some free time.  This list is fairly huge, but like the “Life List” it is constantly being worked.  

That was a very long intro to my most recent execution of the art process.  I found a link on the web to an artist that actually carved/sculpted in the colored wax medium.  In particular, he made pieces of art out of standard Crayola Crayons.  I was blown away similar to when I saw images of geometric shapes made of carved pencils.  After about an hour of pondering this art form I decided it would only require crayons, small carving knives and some steady hands.  All of which were readily available (at least the first two materials).   It was time to get to work.

I now had the end goal in mind.  First a quick trip to the store to get some crayons.  The next step was to devise a plan of attack.  I would need a way to make a pattern on the crayon so I would know where to cut.  Once the pattern was put on I figured a razor blade could be used to shave away the wax.  A little bit of patience and presto a piece of art would pop out.  Unfortunately, that was not the case.  To get this far took more that anticipated.

Crayon Art

I am not going to give all the details to make it interesting for others who enjoy this type of journey, but I will give some insights to help you out.  I used tape to put the pattern on the crayon.  The thinking is this would also give some support to the crayon as I began removing material.  This was a good assumption that worked out to some extent, but not sufficient to prevent catastrophe in the early attempts.  By the way, I did end up using an exacto knife instead of a straight razor blade which saved a tremendous amount of fatigue on the hands.  The wax did dull the blades pretty fast so recommend you have a few spares around.  Diving into the first version, I started carving immediately after putting the tape on.  The chosen pattern quickly pointed out a flaw in my approach.  After carving for about an hour realization hit that I didnt’ know how deep to cut.  The crayon had some serious weak points in it by making the spiral too thin on the bottom side of the carving.  Eventually I dug too deep (much like the dwarfs did in the Tolkien Trilogy)  and the result was a disappointing mess – see the attempt on the far left.

Crayon Carving Attempts

That image lets the cat out of the bag that this required a number of attempts.  Modification to process required.  I needed a way to know when to stop carving from the top.  There had to be some indicator put into the crayon as a guide.  A trip to the garage resulted in the idea of a large finishing nail.  Getting this guide in place ended up being as difficult as the carving.  Rather than just give away how I did it, I will tell you that it required a significant amount of patience and HAS TO BE CENTERED in the crayon.  Easily typed, difficult to execute.  You can barely make out the guide in this image.

 Crayon with Guide

Two crayons were complete destroyed getting this perfected.  With nail correctly placed I was able to carve the tealish crayon in the image above.  I was working from the bottom to the tip and pretty pleased with the progress until trouble reared its ugly head.  I overestimated the length of the nail and didn’t taper (thin) the carving enough.  When the final cuts were being put into the top portion of the crayon I felt it give. 

Failure 

3 hours of work wasted.  Two changes had to be made to prevent this in the future.  First off the taper had to happen before the end of the nail.  Secondly, there needed to be side supports to give it more support as I neared the tip.  I ended up embedding wire on the outside of the pattern which ended up adding at least two hours to the carving time working around the wires and delicately removing the tape holding the wires so I could finish the carving.  Hint, use one of your extra sharp blades to slice the tape rather than unwrapping it.   Once the majority of carving was done, I switched blades and started cleaning up the cuts.  Pressure was on at this point since the crayon was fully exposed and in a weakened state.  Any slight misstep here would cause heartbreak.  Also make sure the nail can slide in and out easily since any pressure will surely collapse the spiral.

Carving complete

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A Holy Sighting at MickeyD’s

Holy McDonaldsYesterday, my wife and I stopped in at the McDonald’s in Knoxville, IL for a quick dinner.  We were heading up to Davenport, IA for another agility dog show.  On our way out I held the door open for two elderly ladies.  The first one was utilizing a cane and was definitely struggling to navigate the walkways.  I must mention the fact they both expressed their appreciation for my deed which seems to be a dying concept in today’s society.  Oftentimes I’ll hold the door open on my way out of an establishment without a bit of acknowledgement.  Probably the most irritating is when they simply walk out past me without reaching out for the door so I can continue on my way. 

Back on topic, I finished holding the door and proceeded alongside the ladies to my car.  They ended up turning left into the parking lot between a truck and car.  As soon as the lady with the cane passed the truck window, a large dog jumped at her barking loudly.  It startled me a little bit, but guessing resulted in a Depends moment for the lady.  She turned white and screamed “Jesus Christ!”  I tried, but couldn’t hold back a laugh.  Either she saw the white light, was seriously pissed off or in fact Jesus might have wanted some tasty nuggets. 

 Note, as I was leaving the parking lot it hit me that the golden arches actually looked like a broken halo.

Public Enemy #1

It has been a struggle, but looks like I am going to make my minimum 6 posts a month goal after all.  I must say that I seriously underestimated the amount of extra time it takes to maintain this goal while fulfilling my commitment to jazz the site up more with images.  Hopefully you noticed that every single post for the new year has had either an accompanying photo or topic relevant graphic.  What this translates to is extra time required for every post.  But I am committed to my loyal but demanding readers, so we journey on.

“Thy Enemy Has Fur!”  Today we set our sites on my wildlife nemesis. That’s right, I am talking about this beast.

Squirrel

Do not be fooled by the cute brown-gray fur or the sparkling in the eyes because this monster is pure evil.  I believe he spends his day scheming how to circumvent every one of the bird feeder protections I can think up.  He’ll first use ninja like stealth to shimmy up the tree and wait until the coast is clear.  Using his cunning ability to blend with the tree trunk colors, he will navigate towards the prize.

Squirrel

Look at him with that smirk on his face.   But what he doesn’t know is I’m on to his little game.  I’ll turn my back to give a false sense of security. Slowly he creeps out of the shadows and begins his decent.  Claw over claw he makes his way to shiny brass container with the belly filling seed.

Squirrel

Actually it is a pretty impressive ability as he basically does a pawstand to stretch as far as possible down the twine.  But what would you expect from devil-spawn?  Once shimmed down the rope, he has to maintain his balance on the slippery top of the feeder.  A top supposedly designed to hurl the rodent to is final resting place.  But no, it doesn’t even seem to give an ounce of concern.

Squirrel

Another check to verify the coast is clear and over the side he goes.   I would love to know what his strength to body weight ratio is.  This must be where the heart gets pumping.  With a constant eye on the nearby doors and windows the feet are put in place to give optimal support yet freedom to totally mangle my feeder.

Squirrel

I can’t take it anymore so I turn to face him… to strike fear in his eyes… to end this folly.  Our eyes remain fixed as he assesses the danger and braces for my attack.  At least that is what I though he was going to do.  Instead, the coward literally leaps from the bird feeder and grabs on to the side of the tree.  The leaping ability puts the twine crawling capability to shame.  Back on solid ground he scampers back up to a position of authority.  What’s he doing now?  You have got to be kidding me?

Squirrel

The little SOB has taunted me a second time with a full flip-off.  Enraged I fling open the door in protest.  In a flash of the tail (yes, he waved it in my face for a third level of taunt) he bolts down the tree and heads out into the forest.  He may have be able to get away clean this time, but I’ve got the camera charged up and waiting his return.  Come to think of it, I’m a little hungry.  I wonder if they really taste like chicken.

Until the NEXT time!

Night Dwellers Part 2

Figured I would go ahead and get another night shot out of the way.  As with the spiders in the previous post these shots were taken late night on our porch.  Some people have bird dogs other rabbit dogs.  I happen to own a frog and toad dog.  When our poodle heads outside, he always does a quick look around the porch to see if there are any toads or frogs hanging around and makes sure he puts his nose no farther than a millimeter away.  The running joke is that Rizzi is a junkie and likes to lick the frogs to get his fix.  That was the case the night I took this frog shot.

Frog

It was definitely started by the flood of lights (not to mention the personal space violation from Rizzi).  I was afraid to get to close so I didn’t have a chance to give a visual size reference, but this one was around 3 inches.  The flash gave some pop to the eyes but again lost in the ‘shopping.  I am guessing this little creature is impossible to see on a tree trunk or in the dead leaves.  Not such great cover on the cement.

Frog

I probably need to pick up a frog reference when I go to pick up my spider reference book.  After quick searches on the web and a follow up with the trusty Wikipedia, the consensus is Gray Treefrog or Hyla versicolor.  Apparently if I had waited for it to jump there would have been color under the legs.  You don’t believe that did you?  Of course I did not just “wait” for it to jump.  After 5 minutes of trying to entice it with my toe in order to get the super cool jumping shot, I gave up and went to bed.

Well, I hope Mr. Gray has a fulfilling life and my thanks to him for being a willing subject.  RIIIIIBBBBBEEETTT

Night Dwellers (part 1 of likely many throughout the year)

One of my chores, if you will, is to take our dogs out before retiring for the night.  Due to the potential for coyotes and other non-friendly pet wildlife we coexists with out in the country, this involves hitting our flood lights which illuminates our entire porch and a large section of the yard.  You cannot be too careful when taking care of a 5 pound dog.  This instant light tends to surprise animals, insects and the like.  As a result, I tend to see some interesting (and sometimes scary) things previously undercover of the night.  I decided to snap a few shots to share the experience with my readers – especially those people who have not experienced the country life.

The first subject for the night dwellers collection is the Wolf Spider.

Wolf Spider

Interesting enough, I have often heard these spiders referred to as Timber Spiders, but I was unable to find that name on the web.  It may be time to hit the bookstores and pick up a spider reference book since at least once a week a new species pops up around here.  They are not venomous to humans, but their hairy texture and potentially large size have a tendency to provoke pretty aggressive stomping by those caught off guard.  As an FYI, the Brown Recluse is really the only venomous spider we have to worry about around here.  Those tend to avoid any contact and therefore not a big concern but I do give a quick scan of the woodpiles and such just in case.

Wolf Spider

My general rule is to let all insects and arachnids live if they are not found inside the house or are smaller than a Loon coin.  This specimen was definitely on the larger end of that (if not bigger) but since it tolerated my flash photography it was given a second chance.  I have a new lens coming for my camera that will give me much sharper shots, but hopefully you can tell these things are extremely hairy and look quite formidable.  The eye reflection was pretty neat through the glass, but did not really make it through the reduction process which makes the image web friendly.  By eye, I mean the reflection coming off of one or more of their eight eyes.

Follow the jump to see another image of the wolf spider taken a few days later.  That one has an egg sac.

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Newspapers RIP 1690 – 2009

Newspapers Tombstone“Newspapers … Black and White but Never Re[a]d and Therefore Dead”

At the beginning of April, I came across a web article where the New York Times Editor Bill Kerry stated that “Saving the New York Times now ranks with saving Darfur as a high-minded cause.”  I was absolutely stunned by this opinion for a number of reasons.  First being the ironic aspect that without disasters such as Darfur, Somalia, Virginia Tech etc. etc. most of these print rags wouldn’t have anything to pontificate their Liberal views about.  As a result, Bill thinks the industry based on talking about what other people do is more important than the actual event.  Second is an assumption that the emerging generations do not actually bother getting their fingers dirty reading newspapers.  There are way to many avenues for information flow these days from the ubiquitous nature of the web and the instant gratification of a Tweet.  Additionally, once a readership is obtained, the roving journalist is no longer tied to a media outlet much like musicians no longer need the middleman to reach their listeners.

The other major issue newspapers have is the press time lag.  As of late, I have been teasing my wife at the breakfast table.  She will start reading me an article she finds interesting in the local paper and I’ll quickly give her the details from the Yahoo News, Drudge Report or local news webs I read at least a day or more previously.  Quite frankly, the only reason I get the newspaper these days is for the Sunday adds and the Police Beat of the Local Section … with a little effort I could even obtain this information on the web.

But there is still one reason Bill’s comments are way off base.  That reason is pure and simply the fact most articles are horribly written or do not focus on the aspects I want to know and care about.  I have scanned in a few articles from our paper to help prove this point.  Follow the jump to see them.
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These Mallards Play in Water

I figured I would go ahead and close out the Davenport Iowa bird shoot.  We’ve done the eagles, the gulls and now presenting..

Mallard

That’s right, the Mallard Duck.  This guy was enjoying the 50 degree weather in march.  The shot turned out pretty good with the green shimmering nicely in the sun and you can even make out the water droplets on the duck’s feathers.  This was pretty fitting since the Quad Cities’ minor league hockey team is actually named The Mallards.  Here is another one with a different direction to the sun giving a slightly different shimmer pattern.

Mallard Duck

There were actually a number of them (can’t remember the proper term for a grouping of ducks at the moment).

Mallards

Believe me, it was extremely tough to get them to all go in the same direction.  You also have a nice mixture of the females included in this shot – clearly they were stiffed when the coloring was handed out.

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Dr. Livingston I Presume

 Gull

This post is a first for our little off-ramp on the Information Highway.  Today we have, in a sense, a guest blogger.  The pictures contained in this post were actually taken by my wife.  As with the previous posts, these were taken up in Davenport IA.  We had parked at the rollers on the Mississippi River looking for eagles and she decided to snap a few shots of a flying gull.  It actually took a while to identify this particular bird.  Previously, we had always referred to them as seagulls.  That name was mysteriously missing from the field guides I use.  After looking and relooking and re-relooking we have decided to go with a Herring Gull.  The beak does not appear to have a strip (ring-billed gull) on it and the range appears to fit.

Gull

Although they are often considered the vermin of the airways, these birds do have a certain aura about them that gives the appeal of a heavenly glow.  A very pure white with a touch of highlighting like a quill dipped in the inkwell.

Gull

While I was trying to identify the species, it occurred to me I couldn’t see his feet (one of the gull types has yellow feet).  Guessing the belly is pretty fluffy allowing him to tuck them under for greater aerodynamics – or possibly warmth.  I saved the best image for last.  I really like this shot and left it a little larger to hopefully show a little more detail.  The sunlight radiates through the wings almost to the point of transparency.  Personally, I think their quite beautiful, but then again, I do not have to live with the pain of their constant scavenging.

Gull from the Heavens

Thanks again to the wife for taking some pretty shots

Riding On The Edge

While taking pictures of eagles down on the backwaters of the Mississippi we came upon a very interesting scene.  So interesting in fact, I had to take a few shots to prove it.

Ice Racer

The adrenaline junkie above was racing in circles on ice out in the middle of the backwater.  Although you cannot really tell it from the picture, he was on the throttle pretty good.  It took me a couple of attempts to even get him in the picture due to misjudging the pan.  This was old news to my Davenport IA born wife who apparently knew this was a common activity in the winter months.  I did not get a close look at the tires, but she says they have metal studs in the tread to keep traction.

However, the fact that people race motorcycles on the ice was not the most intriguing aspect of this scene.  I purposely cropped the image above so you would not jump to the odd part to quick.  When would you expect this activity to happen in Iowa… December, January, February?  Nope.. This picture was taken on 3/1 on a day where the temperature was up in the 50’s.  Here is a widened shot.

Ice Racer

The white stripe about 2/3rds of the way up is the line they were racing on.  Did you notice the water above that?  As you can tell by the land even above that, the winter months were passed.  I guess if you want to improve you need some incentive.  Losing an edge will surely drop that motorcycle in the middle of the water and last time I checked they do not float that well.

The good news is he was smart enough not to be out there on his own. This rider was actually going faster than the other one.   I left the water on this image for the full effect as well.

ICe Racer

While reviewing the other shots I took, I stopped on the next one because of the background.  It looked pretty eerie with the dark trees meshing with a similarly colored ground.  In fact, it looked like a scene right out of Sleepy Hollow or Harry Potter.

Ice Racer

Okay, maybe without the ice and the motorcycle rider and the… alright so maybe I watch too many stupid movies.  This brings to mind my 7th grade teacher who felt concerned enough to point out to my family that my horror book consumption might be at an unhealthy level.  I countered with the fact that a 7th grader spending his time reading 500+ page books rather than playing Atari (dating myself) can’t be that bad.

Anyway, I found it interesting and decided to share.  Clearly they knew what they were doing and against my best wishes, I did not see a single crash or an unplanned bath.

The Death Card

DeathcardI am trying to muster enough energy to make a post after an exhausting Sunday.  It started with a training run in the hills of Jubilee State Park – yep, the one our EX-governor had the historic site closed on.  They have a daunting 13% grade hill that I spend a lot of time running up to train for the Bix7 in Davenport IA.  I had planned to catch up on some outside house work, but it started raining on me in the last mile or so of the run which I should have expected, since the local weatherman forecasted the rain would not start until tomorrow.  Trapped indoors, I decided to get another task out of the way – the Endless Set for Rock Band 2 on drums.  That’s right folks, 84 songs straight for the coveted achievement.  This took me from 3:30pm until 10:30pm because I opted against the “Iron Bladder” achievement which is given for those who can do the set without pausing (crazy).  Needless to say, I think my Rock Band fix is covered for the next couple of weeks.

I’ll dig deep and get this post covered.   Last night my wife and I headed over to the gambling boat for a little fun.  We set pretty conservative limits for ourselves.  So, when the big gamblers come out to play, I often find myself simply watching them try and beat the odds.  As is almost always the case these days, the low end tables are filled with people playing well beyond the table minimums.  I’ve decided these people need the attention and like to stand out from the pack.  In the high limit areas (where they belong) they are simply just one of the regulars if not the little guy depending on the spending ratios.  I was watching my wife play a machine and noticed two guys sitting at the blackjack table across the aisle.  Table minimum was $15 and had 3 or 4 other people playing hands in the 15-25 dollar range.  As far as I could tell, both guys were playing the same card spot with the guy on the end doing the majority of the betting and the guy next to him kept augmenting the bet at various times.  They had just won a 75 dollar bet and were given their winnings in $25 chips.  Catching my attention, they did not pull the bet off the table and let it ride.  They won that hand too and stacked their 6 new $25 chips on top and let it ride again.  Another win and they let those additional 12 chips ride as well.  Amazingly, they pulled a push on a 17, but left it out there for another.  Then fate came through and the dealer pulled a 20 over their 19 putting an end to their little grab for $1200 glory.  Thinking the show was over I turned back to my wife’s machine.  Twenty minutes or so later I look back to the table to see about 10 people standing around the perimeter of table.  Glancing at the card spot, I see another high stack of green chips on the line .. but this time they have their audience.  The guy augmenting the bets starts stacking blacks ($100) under the 25’s.  A couple of wins later, they have well over $1000 out there.  Maybe this is a good time to remind everyone that the table minimum was $15.  Then next deal draws a 7 4 against a dealer 9.  Sure enough, they doubled the stack and pulled the death card – in this particular situation a 4.  Dealer turns a 10 and the pile headed toward the bank.  Immediately the crowd dispersed and the show was over.  Sheepishly they reset to a $25 bet and stared at the ground.  No more high fiving each other or glowing to the crowd.

Were those sly smiles I saw on the rest of the players at that table? It appears the pedestal has been trimmed a little.   By the way, Michael Jordan was in town last night to watch his kid (Whitney Young) play for the State Championship.  They ended up winning thanks to the little Jordan’s efforts.  Hopefully, he’ll turn out more productive that the one the Illini got.  Thanks to their pathetic showing in the NCAA tournament, they are watching from the sidelines.  I mainly bring this up because I kept hearing people wonder out loud if Michael would be showing up based on his historical affinity to gambling.  I never saw him so apparently he has that under control now.