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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
. . . browsed a magazine
(Top photo) Every once in a while, I will buy a "Florida Design" magazine (http://www.floridadesign.com/) when I'm flush and need some inspiration. The homes in that magazine are quite over the top. . . I can just picture my blog-friend Martha Marshall living in one of those palaces or better yet, moving to one soon. Floridians must have a fine appreciation for abstact art, because I can always find a room or three dozen that feature amazing contemporary art. The ads are almost more fun that the editorial content. Volume 18#2 that I just purchased has a full-page ad for the artist Jamali. The art above is from that ad. It's called "Whirling Dervish", and is pigmentation on cork. I have never seen Jamali anywhere else but in this magazine, but he must be fairly successful, don't you think, since according to the ad he has two galleries in Florida and two in New York City. Plus a full-page ad in a glossy design magazine is certainly not in my budget.
My first impression of this painting was "I love it." My second and third, too. Then I looked closely. . . the background looked familiar. Ah, yes, that's it. . . the surface on which I have painted for a couple of years looks amazingly like this. Except my background is pink. And I haven't yet put the dervishes on it. But isn't that just a great example of recyclable art? It also reminded me of one of Karen Jacobs's blog posts where she decided to have her picture taken in front of the splattered place where she works on her art. Please don't misunderstand this post. I'm betting Jamali didn't just pick up his painting surface and decide to put feature it in his Florida Design ad. But it certainly brought my attention to an additional source of random art.
(Bottom 2 photos) Then on the other side of the art spectrum . . . way way over on the other side. . . perhaps so far over it's really not on the spectrum at all. . .here are a couple of pictures of the small chest I worked on yesterday. Not completed yet, but set aside for a while. I want to go on record here as saying that I am not a furniture refinisher. Don't know anything about it, but am learning as I go along. I can't even begin to tell you how frustrating it was to do this chest. . . and it took all day. . . and I had to finish it and get it off the porch because today (finally) people are here to clean and paint the deck and railings. I am proud of myself because (a) I got it done and (b) I didn't say f. .k it all and do a crappy job, even when at 6:30 p.m. the white layer of paint peeled off the surface of one of the drawers, along with two of the diamonds. I just started again. . . This is beginning to be more like a job. . . I know when I finish what I have to do, I will be ready to go to the studio and actually paint something other than furniture.
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