Jesus to Jurassic: A Hole in One

February 2, 2010 - 24 Responses

There’s more to Apple Valley then a stuffed palomino. Fellow travelers, if we truly wish to score a hole in one, we must trudge further back on the evolutionary scale. Beyond the sands of the “Last Supper” to a time and place where the Jurassic and commerce once met. Unsuccessfully.

Yes indeed, to the  ”Crumbling Concrete Wonders” a wastin away under a desert sun. Visionary Lonnie Coffman’s 1970’s stone age dream was to create a miniature golf course on the edge of a tumble weed wilderness. Assisting him in his vision was Air Force serviceman and Coffman’s tenant Gregory L. Wicker, who provided labor in exchange for rent

The sad reality of the “Jurassic Putt and Duck” was that Lonnie never got to see a dime off his investment; and this folks makes it art.

Alas, what could have been (enlarge)

and back again to “what is” (currently a bee-hive)

select the above photo to visit

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Intermission

January 24, 2010 - 25 Responses


While we’re between showers I’d like to take a break from the rain and “Concrete Wonders” to introduce you to my new boyfriend. Having walked the “Green Mile”  with four cats in less then three years, it was time for a replacement. But what about “Peoples” you ask? The way I see it, Peoples is just domesticated enough to be a financial burden and feral enough to be bad company.

Having said that, allow me to explain my acceptance and deliverance process. When I bring a cat into a shelter, I go to the Pasadena Humane Society. When I want to take a cat out of a shelter, I go to the San Gabriel Humane Society. Introducing our replacement… we’ve named him True. Whoever had him last shoved him through the mail slot of the SG shelter. I selected him from the crowd and Ramona approved the choice. He’ll live with her until “her” is no longer, and then he’ll join my tribe.

If you’ve not been to the San Gabriel Animal Shelter lately…let me just say this place has improved greatly . The cats are kept in warm rooms divided by sex, age and socialization. They get a ton of volunteer help from adults, high school kids and the folks over at Foothill Veterinary Clinic. For a mere 99 bucks we came home with a cat that was micro chipped, FeLV tested, vaccinated and altered.

We simply adore our ginger boy

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Trash Tuesday: Where Debris and Carbon Turn the Rivers Black #56

January 19, 2010 - 32 Responses

Come Join us here at Pasadena Adjacent as we receive a V.I.P. tour of  another concrete wonder. The guardians of this discrete structure atop Devil’s Gate Dam in Pasadena, employ the  gears and levers that stand between you and me in keeping the flow of our river under control. Considering the amount of ash descending from our toasted mountain range and the series of storms headed our way; they will be kept busy.

(select to access large files)

This is a view of the river downstream from the dam
This view is why the dam’s named after the devil
This is a view of how the dam appears today
This is Greg Sweet’s view as to why it’s black
Interesting to note: According to Aleister Crowley, encoded within The Sacred Text of Thelma, is the revelation that this very location houses one of the seven portals leading to hell.
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Cast From Sand; Bible Land II…(destroyed)

January 12, 2010 - 26 Responses

It is our honor to have the cooperation of Mr V on this installment

Long ago (11/03 /78 – 11/26/78 ) in a era of self actualization, between 8.Track and cassette, Mr V had a dream. He proposed walking 130 miles from the Pacific Ocean in Venice California to the top of Palm Springs adjacent Mount San Jacinto. He reasoned that the experience could be documented through photography and recorded observation. OCMA agreed to show it, Mr L agreed to fund it and the Getty (decades later) agreed to put it online. Introducing “Mr V Takes a Walk” the above photo was used as the cassette’s cover image.

What Mr V didn’t realize was that he was documenting a landscape in transition. The “lurking desert underneath whose roots can not be disguised” was to find itself further covered with housing tracks, outlet malls, and a conspicuous gambling resort. Never the less, after having made enemies of Montebello and Pico Rivera, Mr V still managed to engage in a few dubious friendships along the way (Fontana).

After trudging 75 miles over spartan terrain; Mr V was met with a sign

Much “like the grains of sand through the hour glass” what was lost in time, given the mad rush of desert development was sand artist Ted.Conibear’s “itinerant Jesus Show”

Ted Conibear, the most prominent sand artist of all time, upon his 1994 death left behind his final creation “Bible Land II” resting on the side of the road off Interstate 10. Considered a multi media sculptor; Mr Conibear, early in his Detroit based career, worked with mutton tallow, wax and papier-mache. When not providing the entertainment for charitable organizations, he would use the refrigeration units aquired while employed by differing state fairs, to sculpt with ice and unsalted butter.

Ted moved westward spreading his sand art far and wide (most notably in Arizon and California). His specialty being “The Last Supper” of which he had sculpted 10 versions. The above photo is of Jesus at Gethsemane. Part of a earlier 1957 version of Bible Land located near Temecula (destroyed).

“Suffer the Little Children (including Mr V) to Come Unto Me”  Mark 10:13-16

Interstate  adjacent “Bible Land II” had narrative dioramas set up within the niches provided by a row of four concrete caves. Look closley and you can see the beginnings of the cave in the upper right hand corner of the above image.

After Ted Conibear’s 1994 death the question arose as to who would keep Yucaipa’s Bibleland afloat. The evangelical community unaccustomed to supporting the arts, failed at organizing a solid plan of action. The story goes that Ted Conibear on his death bed expressed a wish that rather then seeing “Bible Land II” fall prey to vandalism, he had asked his son to destroy the work instead. Contradicting this claim is Danial Carpenter who from 1987 to 1994 along with his mother and sister lived with Ted Conibear helping him take care of the land and statues.

“I’ve always wanted the world to know that this man had dreams of keeping his work alive, he taught me how to make the statues using only sand, water, and a spoon!!! His son DON Conibear was the athiest who ordered all the statues demo’d. and handed the land over to South Mountain Water company of Redlands, but for those of use who knew Ted and shared in his life’s work we will remember him forever!”

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In His Beat . The Sand Man . Bible Land Moves (articles)

Trash Tuesday: Where Imitation is the Sincerest form of Flattery #55

January 5, 2010 - 27 Responses

Beyond the garbage receptacles of Eddie Garver’s Evangelical Free Church

Beneath the shadow of desert poet Frank Antone Martin’s three ton Jesus

& west of Christ’s tomb; another Frank adds to the trinity

Frank Garske (chapel)

Frank Antone Martin (concrete statuary)

Frank Lloyde Wright (imitation)

Father, Son & Holy Ghost (inspiration)

Pasadena Adjacent has taken the liberty to rename Rock Chapel after it’s predecessor.

Wee Taliesin West

Myrtle the Turtle by Howard Pierce

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Parables in Concrete: Desert Christ Park

December 30, 2009 - 27 Responses

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The concrete visionary Frank Antone Martin (1889-1961) found his place as a pattern maker for Hughs Aircraft during the height of the A-Bomb scare. As an ode to peace and brotherhood Antonio started building a giant concrete Jesus on his Inglewood driveway. Antonio’s first choice, the Grand Canyon, took a pass on it. Forest Lawn wanted it but instead the artist chose to wait in hopes of better prospects. Fate intervened in the guise of desert homesteader and Pastor Eddie Garver. Eddie was a bad boy who converted to christianity after being run over by a truck. Having settled on a hillside above the town of  Yucca Valley, Eddie worked on his church between odd jobs. When he prayed stuff showed up; church bells, congregants and Frank Antonio Martin with his 3 ton Christ. The beginnings of Desert Christ Park; dedicated Easter Sunday 1951

Everyones favorite; Suffer the Little Children to Come Unto Me  (Mark 10:13-16)

Join the crowd at the Mount (Matt: 5:7-15) say hello to Jesus, Mary and Martha (John 11:1-44) hey! it’s the Samaritan Woman at the Well (John 4:4-26) meet up at The Last Supper (Matt. 26:17-30)

Desert quiet in the crumbling garden of Gesthsemane (Math. 26: 36-46)
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Mr V has his picture taken with the Savior
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Frank Antonio Martin figured if his gesture towards “peace and brotherhood” failed to stave off Kingdom Come, his use of reinforced concrete would. Maybe so, but not a visit by the ACLU in 1988 followed by the Landers 7.2 Quake in 1992. Since then the prophets have suffered the loss of limbs and jurisdiction funding.
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Wonders in Concrete

December 24, 2009 - 16 Responses

all links provide past/present park images and addresses (please visit)

Laguna de San Gabriel Playground was the site of my seventh birthday party and the concrete opus of 70 year old Mexican born Benjamin Dominguez 1894-74; Concrete visionary and graduate of Uof M La Academia de Artes Plasticas. This particular “Folly”, located within Vincent Lugo Park (formally Well’s Park) opened to the public May 16 1965. What makes this park, as well as Atlantis Park in Garden Grove truly unique is that Dominguez integrated animal forms into a created landscape as part of the larger design. Take note of the tree plantings on the concrete mound (no longer here) yet they’re full grown there.

I grew up around Senor Dominguez’ creations. Legg Lake; another local park supporting his earlier free standing fish and fantasy forms was the site of many large family gatherings of my relatives in the “Montes, haCiendas, Puentes and Whitiers.”

We almost lost our treasured Laguna de San Gabriel a few years back when a “master plan” was developed to rid the Gabriels of the “feral” monsters in favor of a socker field. For once people got smart and stopped this possible travisty of artistry through the formation of  the Friends of Laguna association. Las Vegas did not show the same intelligence. Benjamins son’s were able to salvage one piece before bulldozers plowed the works under in the middle of the night (a familiar civic tragedy strategy).

In 2009, Friends of La Laguna was awarded both the Los Angeles Conservancy’s Advocacy Award and a California Preservation Foundation President’s Award. In the land of teardowns and McMansions, this is a groundbreaking achievement. Los Angeles and “Friends”can take credit for creating the framework that has led to the protection of post WWII playgrounds everywhere. Isn’t that cool? not so with the links below; they’re hot

Laguna de San Gabriel .  Legg Lake . Atlantis . Las Vegas (destroyed) .

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Desert Folly

December 20, 2009 - 22 Responses

“The English word ‘fool’ is derived from ‘folies,’ a mid-1600s Portuguese dance where one twirls until dizzy and loses control of all senses”
Frank Escher

Lucy: patented by James V. Lafferty, Margate New Jersey 1881

In the year 1513 Pope Leo X, on the occasion of his coronation was presented with a “white elephant.” The pachyderm became the pontiff’s favorite pet and was buried in a tomb designed by Raphael. By the mid-18th century, Europeans had come to regard the elephant as a fabled creature. Not always so in the States where the terms “white elephant” and “folly” took on negative connotations. Need I remind you of Thomas Edison in his quest to prove alternating current over direct current? Poor Topsy. Then again it’s worth noting that the Romans killed off an entire subspecies of North African elephants for the purpose of entertainment. Poor Loxodonta Africana.

On to Claude K. Bell, who started his career making figures of gold miners and minuteman at Knott’s Berry Farm. He had been highly influenced by a childhood visit to see the supersized elephant Lucy. It resulted in a two decades long folly beginning in 1964 with Bell’s purchase of 76 acres in the desert community of Cabazon. From here the 67 year old Bell would embark upon his $300,000 creation of Dinny and Rex. For those who take interest in arcane information, Dinny is not a Brontosaurus. He’s actually a Apatosaurus with a Camarasaurus head. A classic case of artistic license.

“The virtue of a folly is that it provides the freedom to explore without rules.” Ada Louise Huxtable

Claude Bell died in September, 1988, at the age of 91. He had dreamed of a giant woolly mammoth and saber-tooth tiger to join his prehistoric menagerie but it was not to be. What has come to be is the Seven Day Theorist pursuit and purchase of dinasour themed road side attractions. We’re putting evolutionists on notice: We’re taking the dinosaurs back,” said Ken Ham, president of Answers in Genesis, a Christian group who’ve built a $25-million Creationist Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky.

“Primordial soup, to the zoo, to you, is evolution true?”

creationist Folly-ers

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Trespass Tuesday: Where “Getting One Over” is Part of the Appeal

December 15, 2009 - 20 Responses

Don’t have ten million to purchase this Marston, Van Pelt and Maybury manse?  Find a yearly visit to the Pasadena Show Case House not your cup of tea? (and what is it with those inferior/interior designers and their stitched together, room by room, horror show?) I’ll tell you what…(abandoned to a soft market); this semi-feral, secret garden al fresco dinning opportunity! And thats where my Gourmiss friend comes in. After consulting with her “over the barricades” search team of one, a location was selected, maps drawn, a time chosen and several under employed criminal participants were organized into car pools.
So how does this event relate to our usual “Trash Tuesday” post? On several past Trash Tuesdays I’ve featured lawn furniture found curbside. Now that they’re all dipped and primed I found myself stymied over choosing colors. Always tasteful and color coordinated, the Gourmiss brought along her matching cutlery and dish ware. I arranged them together along with her napkin. I could call it an “ah hah” moment but that would be thinking within the box.
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Our Most Wondrous V.I.P Tour: Secret (Garden) R.V. Ranch

December 10, 2009 - 18 Responses

Mr V and I are special, at least that’s what our remedial grade school teachers told us. Should we then be surprised that people jump at the opportunity to amuse us? I think not. At the Silver Bullet R.V. ranch we were given a grand tour of the grounds. When we returned to our truck we were greeted by a bushel of musicians eager to serenade our departure. We also discovered an envelope under the windshield wiper.  Imagine our delight…two coupons for a night of fine dinning at Buca di Beppo. Please John try to keep your contempt in check.

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