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At work we try to have regular staff art shows, and I participate in one or so a year. I'm in the winter one, and people have been very kind about my new paintings.
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Art at 625
I took these photos too late in the day, after the natural light from the overhead skylight had faded, so they're grainy. Which is a big flaw for digital photos, but then I photoshopped them as best I could. All week colleagues have been commenting about the "op art effects" of my new paintings, which partially blend into the wall. Totally unplanned. |
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Concordia 2009
In this one I'm thinking about syncopated music, jazz counterpoint, and things like drums, keyboards, xylophones of course. |
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Neptunus 2009
This one was inspired by a landscape scene I witnessed as the sun was setting. |
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Green Christmas
I have a tradition of taking over a whiteboard at work, and I have followers who request me to update it. This is in honor of a coworker who was laid off this year, and who loves Original Trek more than even me.
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Tags: abstration, art, op art, star trek damsels
Current Mood:  thankful
Current Music: fleetwood mac: gold dust woman
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12-23-09 What I’m Reading Now: A Hard Day’s Write, by Steve Turner We danced; oh, how we danced! The cubbish DJ with the sparkly eyes and abs you could wash delicates on spun 80s track after 80s track: “Gloria,” by Laura Branigan, “Ghostbusters,” “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This,” and on and on. At one point, two drinks beyond my one-drink maximum, I dashed into the bathroom and stripped off my geek. shirt, throwing my flannel on over my sweaty flesh and unbuttoning it down to the lowest button. Because what everyone needs on a Sunday night is to drink in my pale-ass skin and my nerd tattoos. I returned to the dance floor and Shawn writhed with me a moment before declaring, “Unforgivable!” and heading to the seating area. I thought he was talking about my display of belly hair until I realized “We Built This City” had begun overhead. “We Built This City” is Shawn’s “Never Gonna Give You Up,” which is to say like torturing kittens and tiny, tiny babies, except inescapably in your ears and brain. The only thing I was trying to escape was the creepily insistent older fellow who was trying to be all up in my business. He was sort of hot at the beginning of the night, but as aggression overruled discretion, I lost any interest. I mean, a boy has to have standards. Night at the Enormous Room ended early – 10:00 or so – but Shawn, Steve, and I weren’t quite ready for the party to end. Earlier that night, we’d made overtures about kidnapping Shawn and leading him into a nefarious scheme involving debauch morality and mind-altering stimulants. Or, you know, ( Quincy karaoke. )
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Another balmy day here in southeast Texas. If Santa were on Galveston Island at the moment, he’d probably be decked out as in the accompanying picture. The temperature is supposed to drop 20° on us between today and tomorrow so it will be more seasonal for the holidays. This is my last day at work for 2009 — I won’t be back until 20010. That doesn’t look quite right…
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