Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Judges are meant to be wise, but sometimes their knowledge of contemporary culture (or lack thereof) and their attitudes towards gender, ethnicity or sexuality lead to questionable decisions.
Despite recent efforts to modernize the attire of British judges, it looks like the horsehair wigs and red robes will carry on making courtrooms look like BBC costume dramas...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Bummer - I've suggested "Electric" and "Electricity" as topics for IF some 6 or 7 times over the last two years, only for someone else to get the "glory" (and the extra page views)...
Our 8th grade science teacher, Mr. Ronnie "You bark at the moon" Black, was inspiring and terrifying in equal measure. When the time came to drag the Van de Graaf generator out of the closet for a demonstration of static electricity, he found the perfect victim in Diana Cooper - owner of the longest (in reality, long enough to sit on), palest hair in the class. I'll never forget her startled expression - and how deeply she blushed - when her hair took flight.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
So, despite having paid homage to the distinctly modern Julian Opie in my last post, my artistic heroes are actually the Dutch/Flemish/German portrait painters of the 15th and 16th centuries: Memling, Holbein and, of course, Albrecht Durer. I painted this miniature in watercolors (leaning a bit too heavily towards the yellow) in 1984, after Durer's portrait of Oswald Krell. I was really pleased with the fur and the velvet at the time...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
This is a self-portrait in the style of Julian Opie, he of the Best of Blur portraits. Particularly recommended if you want to forget about your wrinkles...
A post script: have been playing with more "homages", and the result is this diptych, in honor of our 20th anniversary yesterday.
Friday, March 21, 2008
You always see them at airport carousels - those battered, cloth-covered suitcases that look like they've been doing overtime carrying a couple dozen gold bars half way 'round the world. Invariably, they belong to little old ladies who are incapable of lifting them off the carousel and onto a trolley. And, also invariably, when I step in to help them, I then spot my own bag moving just out of reach...