Glen Brook Barn, 11" x 16.5", pastel on paper. If you look really closely you'll see that the field is packed full of milkweed, with a few monarch butterflies and caterpillars.
Demanded Peace, got chocolate: since I was away last week from my regular Montpelier federal building peace rally (every Friday 12-1-- join us!) I decided to find the local post office, handy symbol of the federal government, in Marlborough, NH. I walked down the hill from the camp with
my protest banner, startling three wild turkeys and being annoyed by those little flies that hover around your nose and then fly directly into your eyeballs-- what do they think they're doing? The lady in the post office, when I told her what I wanted, gave me a look like "Peace? Good luck, buddy," and said she thought it would be okay as long as I stood across the street. Across the street was a lawn with a roto-tiller for sale ($50) and
Unbridled Chocolates. I didn't want to piss off the chocolatier so I went inside to ask HIS permission to rally for peace on his lawn. (He looks just like his picture above.) Luckily he didn't say "It's okay as long as you're across the street;" he said instead something like "Peace? Fuck yeah, come in when you're done and I'll give you a chocolate," which he did. I picked a dark chocolate with ghost pepper. It was super.
Stream crossers, near the pond at Camp Glen Brook. The little one in back is a single rock shaped like a big tooth, with two "roots" that work as legs. One of the best things about making these pieces is that I get to see some really neat rocks... sometimes it feels like I'm curating the woods, as pretentious as that may sound. What I'm trying to say is I'd really like to be able to make things that are as beautiful as rocks you can pick up in the woods. (Maybe I could make them like Superman makes diamonds out of coal, by squeezing REALLY HARD.) Finding beautiful things is easy; making them is difficult.
Glen Brook Barn, 11" x 16.5", pastel on paper. If you look really closely you'll see that the field is packed full of milkweed, with a few monarch butterflies and caterpillars.
Demanded Peace, got chocolate: since I was away last week from my regular Montpelier federal building peace rally (every Friday 12-1-- join us!) I decided to find the local post office, handy symbol of the federal government, in Marlborough, NH. I walked down the hill from the camp with my protest banner, startling three wild turkeys and being annoyed by those little flies that hover around your nose and then fly directly into your eyeballs-- what do they think they're doing? The lady in the post office, when I told her what I wanted, gave me a look like "Peace? Good luck, buddy," and said she thought it would be okay as long as I stood across the street. Across the street was a lawn with a roto-tiller for sale ($50) and Unbridled Chocolates. I didn't want to piss off the chocolatier so I went inside to ask HIS permission to rally for peace on his lawn. (He looks just like his picture above.) Luckily he didn't say "It's okay as long as you're across the street;" he said instead something like "Peace? Fuck yeah, come in when you're done and I'll give you a chocolate," which he did. I picked a dark chocolate with ghost pepper. It was super.
Stream crossers, near the pond at Camp Glen Brook. The little one in back is a single rock shaped like a big tooth, with two "roots" that work as legs. One of the best things about making these pieces is that I get to see some really neat rocks... sometimes it feels like I'm curating the woods, as pretentious as that may sound. What I'm trying to say is I'd really like to be able to make things that are as beautiful as rocks you can pick up in the woods. (Maybe I could make them like Superman makes diamonds out of coal, by squeezing REALLY HARD.) Finding beautiful things is easy; making them is difficult.
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