water for the new year

images for new year

I've been going through some old family slides...thinking about images to skate into the new year with. What I've come up with so far is the one above of myself swinging oblivious to anything and everything. I have no idea where it is, but I recognize that expression.

Below is the same alien creature happily swimming across the deep green, past what looks like an ancient ruin of an unknown civilization. Again, I am clueless to the origins of either civilization or location.




...and then we have this---a slide that has gotten so bored sitting for years in its little plastic cell that it has gone ahead and decorated itself:

snow

I spent the weekend in Massachusetts where it snowed for two and a half days. One night, driving up the hill from my brother's, the headlights caught a trio of deer slipping across the road, their shapes blurred into great grey forms behind the storm's scrim. They were only there for a moment and then gone into the whited shadows. Finally late Sunday it stopped and I looked out the window in the middle of the night to see the hard crystalline light of stars in the black black sky.

more from the Zipper

Here are some more photos from the performance Above the Belt at the Zipper last Sunday night.
All are of Britt Nhi Sarah by Jan Meissner.

this side and that

Left brain above, right below....

Last show at the Zipper

Last night at the Zipper theater was the last aerial show of 2008. There were twelve acts in the small space--people on the balcony were face to face (body) with the performers. I was scrambling over people, and balancing on the railing to deal with the rigging.
Here are two pictures of Britt Nhi Sarah (whom I coach) with me in the background.
all photos by Jan Meissner

paparazzi

Caught slinking between frontal lobes early this morning...we can only assume the worst

unauthorized photo of my brain

woods

Sometimes I try to do something that is akin to painting without looking, taking into account that you have to look to put the brush onto the surface--but almost as though you look with your head averted, from a corner, a glimpse, a place where you can see, but not so well that you grasp fully.
Well, so much for articulating the bedazzled brain process.
Hopelessly, incurably essential.
I'm working on the drawing that goes under everything else. Like the balls of mouse fur and bones you find beneath the trees where owls live....

paint, paper, glue & ink dance

Spatials of Weather

Outside it snows. Beyond the fire escape wizzing past the streetlight like a drunken group of teenage nebulae...snowflakes.
The black and the white of it.
Inside I've stretched a large canvas. Life is just too damned weird without a painting going on.

God's Pebble

Local Paper

There is an article about me, with pictures, in the local paper: here

Thanksgiving in Indiana

I flew out to Indiana for Thanksgiving with my best friend, Indigo, and to see her new house. She has been designing it for years and is now actually completing the structure. It uses pre-cast cement walls, sip panels and metal on the roof and walls of the third floor. The windows, bathroom fixtures and kitchen cabinets are all salvage. Its all been built on the ghost of a shoestring. We had a big Thanksgiving feast there---all the people who contributed and constructed attended.
The day before we were all madly cleaning, the toilets and sinks were being hooked up and the carpenter was still cutting and hammering. Food was being prepared and brains were melting.
The Ohio River was a sheet of liquid diamonds and the sun fell through the myriad of huge windows and illuminated all.