A bridge of sorts

Posted on Thursday 12 October 2006

Sometimes, different themes of my work come together. That is to say, when viewed from a distance and from a time distant from the present, I can see a convergence between two different visual tendancies or themes, a joining so to speak, into one “thing”… this is such a piece… the stormloud thematic cast has run headlong into the doghouse cast, and much tumultuous upheaval has occured. Or whatever.

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3 Comments for 'A bridge of sorts'

  1.  
    mom
    October 14, 2006 | 8:30 am
     

    These are some new colors for you, aren’t they? Interesting what you chose for color after doing the black and white one. I like the colors and the interesting slant and of course your signature hand. I know what you mean about seeing things different at a later time. The same thing happens to me with my miniquilts.

    It’s really fun watching your art work develop!

  2.  
    Dad
    October 16, 2006 | 3:00 pm
     

    Hi Rich, I like the new work and the new old work. Keep it up. Say, did you know that radioactive cats have 18 half-lives?

    How many artists does it take to change a light bulb?

    Ten. One to change it, and nine to reassure him about how good it looks.

    One more:
    There was this world famous painter. In the prime of her career, she started losing her eyesight. Fearful that she might lose her life as a painter, she went to see the best eye surgeon in the world.

    After several weeks of delicate surgery and therapy, her eyesight was restored. The painter was so grateful that she decided to show her gratitude by repainting the doctor’s office.

    Part of her work included painting a gigantic eye on one wall. When she had finished her work, she held a press conference to unveil her latest work of art: the doctor’s office.

    During the press conference, one reporter noticed the eye on the wall, and asked the doctor, “What was your first reaction upon seeing your newly painted office, especially that large eye on the wall?”

    To this, the eye doctor responded, “I said to myself ‘Thank God I’m not a proctologist.’”

  3.  
    kat
    October 17, 2006 | 3:37 am
     

    you’re parents are so nice - lucky you :D

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