An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Several years ago, I created a wood-slat drop ceiling with fiberglass insulation on the north (sun) facing roof over our bedroom. With only an extension ladder it was quite precarious and rather scary. Returning Americans gifted us a tall step ladder, and so I’m finally getting around to necessary repairs.
And it’s no big deal. Now.
And maybe that’s a good thing — me at 17:
And my first painting, at age 17:
I proposed this a a 10′ x 20′ mural for the game room of my prep school as my senior project. Happily the headmaster rejected the design as “too negative,” and it devolved into “just” a painting. Thus, today at eight feet wide, it hangs in our living room (one of only a few possibilities in our house). As a mural, I doubt it would have lasted five years.
I occasionally toy with the idea of doing a 50-year-later version. Because you’re not the same person….
50 sheets or so of drafting paper, each ¼ of the original sheet, torn because I had nothing large enough to cut them. A fraction of the original US Army surplus auction purchase in West Germany, in 1985, for maybe $8. The rest I used to create 10 how-to-draw books, which sold over 10 million copies. Last used in a 2015 updated edition of the Draw Cars book. I don’t intend to do another.
The templates are from 1992, used only in the first edition of the cars book, and held onto ever since just because that’s what people do.
At a summer session of New York’s School of Visual Arts in 1983 in Morocco, I was impressed with someone’s thick-lead mechanical drawing pencil. I bought several green ones. I don’t know where they went, nor where the red one came from, but I bought the leads in September 2012 in New York (while living in Uruguay). Basically never used since. Various erasers and the cool sharpener.
All will probably go to a high school kid who likes to draw.
Well, OK, that worked.
A new thing this year — Tienda inglesa does its damndest to induce consumer madness. Sounds like they did a pretty good job of it. No Walmart Black Friday fist fights and hair-pulling, but it takes a while for such fine traditions to develop.
I waited until Saturday afternoon to venture in, and happily the refrigerator model I might have been interested in buying, had sold out.
And oh yeah, lemons off our tree.
Dreary day for the beach, little nothing waves, but then turn to face the wind and realize you’re staring towards Antarctica.
I found this on an old camera. Taken in 2010 maybe?
