Wildflowers!

Wildflower Week is coming your way, New York. See here!
That feisty, windblown logo is an electrofork design. A current project, and the web site will have lots more info added over the next few weeks, so keep a lookout.


In other news, Here is a link to some pictures from Easter Sunday, which turned into an epic wander.

of magic

the magic hour in the city of lights

I realized this morning that it was time for a new background image on my monitor - something colorful --not black and white-- but not yet the greens of spring and sunshine... I landed on the dusky blues penetrated by oblongs of warmth: the magic hour in Paris! Those curlicues of streetlamp and balcony ironwork are the stuff I've been waiting to see since I read (looked at) all those whimsical, wonderfully illustrated children's books from the sixties and seventies.
(Oh, and while I'm noticing- it rather resmbles that image of Amsterdam, doesn't it?)
What a complete pleasure. To see them once, then to see them again at my leisure. Life can be sweet.

It's usually the little things...

of late hours and new music

It is almost midnight, and still a busy day rolls on.

Sold my first batch of wholesale jewelry to some cool fellow Brooklynite artists tonight, who shall be enjoying a grand opening in Red Hook this Saturday, March 29th: Metal and Thread. Go see their shop and visit them on Van Brunt Street soon.

In other news, preparing for an art exhibit at the Mad Framer in Santa Fe soon; to wit:
Artists at the Mad Framer : An Alternative Space for Emerging Artists. The Mad Framer sets out to redefine the dynamic between artist and gallery by providing museum quality presentation in an alternative, salon-style venue.

Watch the Mad Framer site for a revamp which will include information about this and other upcoming shows.

Work of the graphic design persuasion is also ongoing. Current listening: Ingrid Michaelson.

Did you know it takes ten pounds of milk to make on pound of cheese? It's true. Just ask Saxelby Cheesemongers.

end of summer, and strange hats

Dreams of a pool next door; a guest room in a summer house owned by the Bells, all windows, with my own linens on the bed and I couldn't decide whether to leave them for a winter visit or take them off, and home.

A herd of 60 or 70 horses going hungry found its way into our pastures, homeless or driven out of wild places; making no sense- we were not feeding them (they were too many) and in the late season the grasses of our pastures were depleted almost immediately from their presence, so day after day they milled around, switched places. Each day, mid afternoon, a pack of drooling and cruel-looking black wolves would appear. I didn't see any of the horses eaten, but I knew there must have been disappearances day by day. I trusted that they'd not catch our three horses, the healthy ones, strong and fast as we'd been feeding them. As the herd grew weaker and hungrier, they'd take to lying on their sides in the nighttime, a disturbing view in such numbers- like a vision of giving-up en masse.
(Wouldn't they have been better off without fences? What good was it doing them? Keeping them away from grasses, unable to outrun the wolves.)

I wanted one last swim in the pool before the summer was gone, but I kept finding things to pack; several cloth hats of the sort that frame the face- postmodernly embellished revisitations of long outmoded headwear. I couldn't decide which one to wear. Relatives everywhere; the kids didn't know enough to be dismayed by the horses.

the moon and chocolate cake

After a dinner (both delicious and healthy) accompanied by a lovely 2006 Scghesio Arneis, we split the warm chocolate cake and swooned over it. Mmmmms after every bite.

Walking home in the wind we noticed how beautiful the crescent moon was, and how it had been even more so on the previous night, when it looked precisely sideways- like a sliver of a bowl in the sky. We spoke of how great it is that we can still find the moon and chocolate cake and sex and so many other things to be amazing. Even after all the history of mankind, we can still be amazed. We spoke of time all the way back to the time of primordial ooze. It was pre-sexual and decidedly pre-cake, but the moon was there. Was the ooze amazed?

I like to think so.

Why else would it have bothered to evolve?

the usual.

Vivid dreams, and numerous.

Picture them on a bed of ceremonial lettuce! Remember the days when every American restaurant adorned each plate with a sprig of some inedible green nonsense- wilted, overgreen parsley or some such?
Thank god that sort of thing has gone out of vogue.

more efork in the UK

Here's a composite of some images of a tattoo that a friend of electrofork in the UK sent this weekend; his tattoo featuring the Fisher-Price™ style punk, goth, rockabilly and other weerdos from a poster I did a few years back. A sweet homage-of-an-homage! Thanks to Glenn for the photos.

whoosh!

Despite the mild temperature, it is a bitter day to be on two wheels. Rode my bike to the park, and sadly enough got winded just on the way up the hill to get there. Then, all the way around the park huge gusts of wind mocked me incessantly; pointed out just how soft and weak these winter months have made me. Lost vigilance, and it's time to start paying.

That's what happens. Gotta pay for everything eventually.

deep freeze!

Day two without heat in the ol' palace. And during such cold days, too! My fingers have literally been going numb at the keyboard, as I work away on web sites and other design projects. Better get out my fingerless gloves from the one Euro store in Münster!

Supposedly it is being worked on my someone in the basement right now; I'll believe it when I hear the lovely hiss of steam from the radiators...

American Artist

The article about my paintings is online now! Hits the newsstands in the April issue. (Click the image above to see the article.) Three of the paintings are still available if anyone out there needs something new to hang on a wall. ;)

(However, the "Necropolis" screen print is not available die to a problem with the printing.)

bits

Nothing important, just a couple of bits from text interchanges:

"Winter grows tooth-long, and its welcome wanes."

"Life goes through a frustrating phase, perhaps [inspired by, or] in concert with the moon's hiding,
All tries to escape reason."

An older bit:
"Subatomic particles will not be shouted at!"

entry No213

Awoke to snow, and the streets outside my windows give the impression that the city has half shut-down. Few presences on the sidewalks, and the parking spots are almost all empty. Further evidence: in the little window on my computer for Instant Messaging, only one soul is logged on today, where on a normal day there are at least seven names lit up with the green lights. Has the whole city taken a snow day for these few inches of fluffy white?

Having checked, it appears the weather experts have issued a Severe Weather warning, with snow continuing through the day to eventually become what they colorfully refer to as a "wintry mix" (read freezing rain- the worst sort of mess to be out in).

A good day, perhaps, to get a great deal of work done from one's desk, safe inside. It beckons, though- my camera and i should venture out later to take advantage of quiet streets in snowfall.

something crooked...

this way comes. Not really; just a leap year. So, February will extend its reach by a small margin, but still it has zoomed as if something pursued it! Busy and strange has been this month. (Yoda?)

I've only just drawn up a plan for 2008 (more a list) and here we approach the very third month in what feels strangely like a hurry, considering it's the dead middle of winter. Oh, time and light, all I seem to put down here lately! Too much of what's been new is not blog-appropriate (not in my mind)- personal.

Fears, doubts... I could parley some political frustration I suppose, but my forays into the News have been brief, on account of the depression they invariably cause. Speculation of worst-case scenarios.

End transmission.

a winter morning, little heat.

Morning, and the spaces between Snooze:
Favorite time of Dreamers and Alarm Resistors!
Those brief, eternal windows between aural attacks that hold the magic beans of middle sleep, making all worlds accessible. Visitations to the ever that stretch on longer than the whole night, and make it feel as though it had been wasted on the deep sleeping subconscious. The vividness of dreams, (particularly within the warm embrace of goose down on a cold morning) makes me wish I'd set the alarm to go off whole hours earlier. Alas. Coffee and the Controlling world await.