This is the work of Schubert Pana Santos who can be seen above lying among his many likenesses. Named by his father after the composer, he much prefers to be called Shu. He had a mold made from his face and has done a truckload of porcelain castings from it. His father is Samoan and his mother is from a particular tribe known in the Philippines. He does tribal carvings on his masks based on his ancestral background. A fellow worshipor of the Kiln God, Shu has since moved on to the College of Arts and Crafts in Oakland. Look him up, buy some Shu(s).
Trash Tuesday #39: Where getting it Cheap is Part of the Esthetic
July 14, 2009 - 11 Responses
This is my favorite curbside find. It’s a kinda, sorta, variation of a Arne Jacobsen Swan chair. It spent it’s better years in a hill hugging mid-century domicile. I found it around the corner and dragged it home. Fortunately, I’d kept a few yards of lavender naugahyde stored away. Doesn’t everyone? I used it for the upholstery. The pillows were a gift from Queen V. They came from Peru and the woman on the loom made them.
A Fish Called “Art”
July 11, 2009 - 14 Responses
If you tape “Art“ to the wall while your cleaning out it’s bowl
it will die
Man Ray . Fay Ray . Phoebe Ray
July 8, 2009 - 21 Responses
Leave conceptual art to the professionals. Do not try this at home.
Trash Tuesday #38: Where getting it Cheap is Part of the Esthetic
July 7, 2009 - 11 Responses
The Zen master is where you find him; and sometimes he’s on the side of a dumpster. It was Mary who pointed me in the direction of enlightenment. This back alley Budah’s location is off Colorado Blvd in Eagle Rock. I call this the GRIM version of the anointed one. Me? I like my Budah fat and jolly. That’s how I made him. The pupae looking body isn’t bug at all. Actually, the body was cast from the weights off a cuckoo clock. Enlarge the photo and see for yourself….you might recognize the mustard colored tweed from Trash Tueday #7
Where the Antelope Once Played the Elks Have Strayed
July 3, 2009 - 21 Responses
The BPO Elkes #1625 of Lancaster California refer to themselves as the “Rage of the Sage”. Linda Dove on the other hand refers to herself as Linda Dove. I suppose she rages in private but then again I wouldn’t know. She has wild parrots as friends. She told me that she once won a pound of bacon. She had me over for a “lets beat the crowds” 4th of July celebration (held on the 2nd). You might say I saw fire in the sky before you did. I also saw Linda’s parrots in the sky. Guess what? I make parrots. Linda hasn’t seen them.
Iwihinmu (Mt. Pinos)
July 1, 2009 - 15 Responses
This is where the Condors live
this is where the Mariposa lilly’s grow
and this is where I slept……
Before your “over the hill” you have to climb it. Mt. Pinos is the tallest peak in the Los Padres National Forest. It’s where I spent my last night of being in my 40’s. Although I may be descending the hill, the California Condors have returned to it. Doesn’t that make you happy?
Code Red: The Turfinator
June 28, 2009 - 8 Responses
chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter chat
As I prepare to leave on a short excursion into one of our state parks, I am confronted with discouraging news courtesy of our truly misguided Rubbernor Arnold. Next I’m scolded by Vanda for letting loose green balloons for Iran environmentally insensitive green petroleum products into our atmosphere. I’m riddled with guilt. I’m also cursed with a limited attention span for hot button topics. Call me political/lite; sadly it’s true. Now that you know who your dealing with it won’t surprise you that I’m switching allegiances. Move over Tehran, this ones closer to home and could use our attention
Please urge the “Big 5″ to seek a creative solution that will provide adequate revenue to keep our state parks open and accessible to all Californians.
Go to this link and sign it. Tomorrows a work day so act now…pretty please
