I’m afraid this blog post is a bit disordered but it’s time to give you a preview of what you’d see at my exhibition at TMCC right now if you were there. Show’s on till March 23rd. I apologize for photo quality. I guess you’ll just have to go see them in person.
Yeah, I’ve been focusing more on landscapes and, obviously, cars sticking strangely out of the ground. I’m very interested in finding homes for these paintings so please get ahold of me. I’m including my price list for these paintings in case you’re curious. Email me if interested: email@example.com. God knows I wanna’ sell a painting to someone who’d like to own it. As always, click an image to see it blown up.
The International Car Forest of the Last Church sustained damage. The authorities didn’t need to be called, but showed up anyway. It seems the fire was seen from across town and the Volunteer Fire Department of Goldfield showed up any way.
The fire chief was reported to say “No problem, Chad, we’ll get it put out.”
It seems the villian in question who perpetrated such heinous perpetration on his own property was Saint MichaelMark himself.
The fire was allowed to go out by itself but GOD DAMN some great shots were taken that day!
See more details for the ‘End of the World Party (the FAR END)’ on Facebook (click photo for link up) or right here in upcoming on Fishbowler. Actually, it’ll take you to my upcoming exhibition of oils at TMCC, which includes an oil of this very photo.
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August 17th weekend, dry camping (glamping), 10 minute walk away from festivities going on concurrently at Goldfield Days.
Asking $25 donations per person camping, kids are free.
For NadaDada in Reno this weekend (June 14-17,2012), I’ll have a room exhibiting oils on canvas. Subject matter consists, mostly, of cars stickin’ out of the ground, which, if you know what I’ve been up to the past year, will not surprise you. I’m very proud of the traditional technique I’m pursuing with this latest work. Check the folder in my photos on Facebook if you’d like to see some of these cars.
My room is at Wildflower Village this year. It’s a unique kind of set up, with kitchenettes in the rooms, separate sleeping quarters, faux painting on walls and creative flourishes everywhere. It is meant to be the kind of place where creativity is encouraged, and I think they’ve successfully enacted that directive. I’m happy to be here because I still have some paintings to finish during my stay here(!)
Wildflower Village is run by businesswoman, Pat Campbell. The village consists of 4 neighboring motels and a couple art galleries with a couple art studios. It’s a very pretty location to the west of town near the Truckee River on West 4th St. The vibe is relaxed.
A music show will happen here Saturday evening (I’m playing harmonica for Zak @ 5) and there’s a BRAND NEW PUB here for our drinking pleasure. They’re laying the concrete out in front, as I type this essay. Thirty artist rooms are here at Wildflower this year for NadaDada. It’s safe to say, the event will be more focused at this location this year than it has been in years past.
The motel industry is challenging for event planners of NadaDada due to the fact that people come and go and plans cannot be made too far in advance. It’s hard to plan events in these locations each year but the pace is different at Wildflower. It’s a different clientele here. Pat and crew are quite used to dealing with artists and extremely supportive of our art event, NadaDada Motel. No Reno-style crackheads.
Downtown, there are a few participating motels along Arlington, between 4th Street and 2nd Street. That’s where the crackhead viewing happens. Do a google search or check our Facebook pages for detailed info and contacts. The event runs from Thursday, June 14th through Sunday, June 17th, 2012.
Some folks are hungry to see art, send them here; may all your weeds be wildflowers!
A very good friend came to tell me last night “Fuck your bus, people are hurting.”
The thing is, this bus belong to us.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!