Twentynine Palms, 2010 - June 19

 

Nothing going on. Me and Newt hung the large piece of Painted Car Hood art on the wall inside his house, and did a perfunctory errand run into town, but that’s about the extent of it, to this point.

The Hood looks fantastic, hanging there on the wall over the dining room table. GodDAMN, but do I ever like being in the presence of Talented People.

Sitting around, talking with Newt and Cathy, scratching the dogs, and letting the desert continue to soak into the pores of my skin. What else really matters, anyway?

At some point, I need to go in the house with the camera, and get a proper documentation of the art inside. I dunno, maybe later, when the sun lowers in the west a little more, and the light in there warms up some. Then again, maybe not. It’s just one of those kinds of days, and I could not be happier to have no idea whatsoever if I’m going to be doing something, or even anything, or not.

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Ok, so I got myself a shot or two. Did the studio first, and just the living room area of the house after that. I shot a bit of what’s in there before, and you can go and see some of it for yourself HERE & HERE if you’d like. So I didn’t reshoot all of it. No need, right?

The studio, as before, has a lot of cool stuff in it. Lotta cool new stuff for me to feast my eyes upon, and a few familiar old friends, too.

Newt’s cloud paintings are just about ready to go, and Cathy’s amazing post-apocalyptic work with weathered Styrofoam, found out in the desert, is wonderful, whimsical, and possessed of a substantial depth. And all the rest of it shines with equal brightness, too.

So ok. So here you go.

We’ll let the photographs do the talking from here on.

     
A tip of the hat to Mark Grabowski, from Newt. This Tonka VW has a mate, and that mate is in Mark's shop and was given to Mark by Newt a pretty long time ago

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 
 
 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     
     
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Make of any of this, what you will.

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