Tag Sale Tuesday #88: Where Getting it Cheap Remains the Esthetic
by Pasadena Adjacent
There’s something endearing about those tentative first steps taken by a budding artist. There’s also the knowledge that one day mom is going to tire of housing those early efforts. Usually sometime after the completed MFA and the birth of the “budders” first child; which for 40 something artists, tends to be aimed at the last egg in the carton. By this point everyone’s disappointed with “what could of been” and “never happened.” A sensitive time.
Take advantage of it.
“Beatles and Benzedrine” Second prize – alternative media category; laundry lint, pubes and dead grammy’s bag of tresses.
“Smoke on the Water” Air guitar assignment. Al Pine’s woodworking class. Westridge School for Girls.
“Dead guys – Guys who Should be Dead – Guys who Look Like They’re Dead” Cafeteria mural La Canada High School
Note the yellow 25 cent sticker on the pine guitar; collection of the editor. She took advantage of a sensitive time.
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In the Editor’s neighborhood of Pasadena Adjacent Highland Park, trash collection takes place on a Tuesday. The night before is a good time to canvas the neighborhood for castaways. It’s great sport. We use Tuesday on our blog to post the Editor’s treasures. If we haven’t scored any good curbside finds “Trash Tuesday” becomes “Tag Sale Tuesday” where the phrase “getting it cheap is part of the esthetic” still remains apropos
“Getting it cheap is part of the esthetic” was coined by photographer D Gordon
http://www.dgorton.com/
Some of the pubes and granny hair are mine!
Pee Ess: I can’t laff when I’m typing this hard.
Our Editor Responds: at least you have the courage to admit it
Hah! (Hah! means big laugh in my language.) My mom had been keeper of all the early literary efforts and when she died apparently that file died with her. Dad said he didn’t throw it away, or at least not intentionally.
Our Editor Responds: It was intentional. It’s always intentional.
Good stuff!
Our Editor Responds: I knew you’d like the fluffy fab four
That’s quite a haul you got today, but I’m gonna let you keep it, won’t ask you to send me a share. You’re welcome.
Our Editor Responds: Professional jealousy. You banjo players never could appreciate a good guitar
I don’t know how you do it. Those Beatles heads are going to haunt my dreams!
Our Editor Responds: easy – mental illness
You’re a crack-up, PA!
Is Howard Stern the new Beatle?
Our Editor Responds: he wishes he was
I can see we were all quite impressed by the faux Beatles. If only more of them were faux…
Our Editor Responds: So true, so true
Finally, at last I know what to do with all those bags of old hair I have lying around the house. I hope you keep those linty Liverpoolians under glass, they would be a bitch to dust, or I guess you could dust with them.
Our Editor Responds: what about stacking the bags between hubcaps? oh the possibilities are endless! I’m waiting for Miss Paulette Trump of Altaloma to head for college and go through that period where she wants to distance herself from her purist efforts. Thats when I’ll swoop in and grab up the Liverpoolians in turtlenecks
dear, I see that work and want to see more. I am glad the postings are still coming here and apologize for not writing back to express at least something. So I hope things are going well in life. The thing is, there’s not real goings on here for now, which is a good thing. It also means Pasadena Adjacent replaces travel, and all the work of travelling that one avoids when kids are in tow. Take care and hi to Mr V
Our Editor Responds: It’s always nice to get even the tiniest bit of feedback. No one is ever going to tell you they hate what you do (well maybe one person – we’re no longer speaking). Those kids of yours are probably going to be in high school before I get a party together. Mr V and I are good
love it
Our Editor Responds: I would expect nothing less from an artist
the Beatles thing is scary!!!!!!! I saw a woman on Johnny Carson (’80s?) who did whole sculptures from dryer lint. She wasn’t a wack job either. Very entertaining.
(Looks like Everyman’s – although not infinite – art to me (heh!))… I’m going home now to do an inifinite art installation… I’ve got a lot of toothpicks.
And I’m sooo keeping Ian’s super-duper mask.
Our Editor Responds: I remember that woman – from Long Beach. Everyman’s Art; The Russian duo, Vitaly Komar and Alex Melamid, hired a well respected polling company to poll 1001 Amercians what would make “The Greatest American Painting” such as themes, scenes and colors – portrait or landscape? what media oils? watercolor? They took all this information and created the landscape in the link below.
http://awp.diaart.org/km/painting.html
This post makes me think lovingly of my parents, who carefully preserved my many artistic endeavors from kindergarten on, many they framed and placed on walls proudly throughout their home or displayed at their desks at work. Good thing I was never much for sculpture! The Beatles homage is quirky and fantastic in every way!
Our Editor Responds: Your lucky. My mother Ramona throws everything away. sometimes in the same day you give it to her. She’s a clutter phobe. Yes, there is so much strangely right about the Beatles. I’d have given it first prize.
I still have a couple of my early artistic creations. I’ll show them to you sometime but I won’t let you take pictures. They are not made of hair.
Our Editor Responds: the handprint in clay? the Thanksgiving hand turkey? something with hands?
okaaay….that’s a find I won’t forget in a hurry! Always wondered where all those questionable art projects ended up…
Our Editor Responds: I have a few hidden away at my mother’s. She’d have tossed them long ago if she knew where they were
No, PA. I was innovate. I had ideas. I made statements. I just didn’t have any talent.
Our Editor Responds: Ha! statement and ideas replaced talent in the era of post-modernism – and where o where is Trish? my “Westridge School for Girls” reference should have been sufficient bait. GuessI know who doesn’t appreciate my talent
My mother sent all our belongings to an auction house, so perhaps someone bought my creations in a lot of strange objects bundled into a box. In response I’ve kept most of the things my kids made, and now the next generation aged 2 plays with the green clay hedgehog and the little wooden thing on wheels. Those Beatles should never have made it to a podium, but I really like the pine guitar.
Our Editor Responds: If I had been the judge they would have gotten the blue ribbon and best of show! Did you get it? “Al Pine” clever me
I’m always uncomfortable with these kinds of posts. Everything went in the hurricane so I can’t go there. And those heads are scary.
Our Editor Responds: I don’t blame you, I’d feel the same way
I find this kind of art by young prescient minds intimidating
Our Editor Responds: Better a ball of laundry lint then your neighbors cat.