Another new (to me) idea for a print. This is Johanna. She is based on someone else’s drawing but in a style I’m trying to adapt for simplistic portraits. Johanna is 5.23″ x 6.75″ on 8.5″ x 11″ paper (note the increase in size from previous prints…the new Woodszilla!)
I also have discovered printing on “translucent” paper. It is akin to what we once called vellum. When mounted over a colored backing it permits some of the tint from the backing paper to come through. Watch for future experimentation.
BTW, why Johanna? Well, I carved this one night when I couldn’t sleep. I got up at about 4:30 and I worked on her until past sunup. I had Bob Dylan on the headphones at one point, as the sun was rising, he sang, “And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.”
How could she be anything else? Edition of 12 plus A/P.
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Double Distlefink
In keeping with the earlier story of the distlefink, if a one-headed distlefink is good luck and good fortune, the double distlefink must be twice as good. This is a five color reduction print, 4″ x 4″ image, and was another big lesson. A) don’t changes presses in the middle of a reduction print, B) beware what happens with transparent pigments. (A couple of happy accidents here.) A good learning experience all around. Limited edition of 7.
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For Emily
A fly mistook
My ear
For shelter
And it wasn’t even raining.
“Fly in there and die,”
I thought.
Lately I think too much about dying.
And as he tried to back out,
I heard him thunder
While I shouted,
Shook my head
And pounded my ear.
He rested a silent moment,
Then flew out the window
Into the June-blue sky.
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Why the Distlefink?
When I was 14 (or near that) our family took a trip East. A little piece of Pennsylvania made a pretty big impact on me. I think it was the first time I was exposed up-close to a culture other than what was offered in Charlotte, Michigan and greater Eaton County. They have been referred to by others as the “Pennsylvania Dutch.” In a broader sense they are Amish. So much of this culture is interesting to me and the memories from the trip are strong so to pass a little of it along, I’ve been doing a series of “Pennsylvania Dutch Hex Symbols.” (Surprise: They don’t have any thing with the Dutch or Hexes.)
This offering is a popular representation of the “Distlefink.” The distlefink legend, as I understand it, began with the early immigrant farmers who had new fields infested with thistles. The goldfinch’s appetite for thistle seed, helped with this problem. The story goes that the farmer called it the “Thistlefinch” and due to his strong German accent it sounded like “Distlefink” to others. This symbol, often painted on barns represents hopes for good luck and good fortune.
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Chocolate Sprinkles
You know I don’t write these things to rip off famous people. I write them (and “sing” them) as an homage. I mark them as parody for legal purposes.
I adore Tom Waites. He and I are on parallel developmental paths. His involves more fame and money, but the aesthetics are parallel. This is called
Chocolate Sprinkles.
I have to get chocolate sprinkles
on my ice cream when you’re away.
If I don’t get chocolate sprinkles,
I’m bound to have a shitty day.
Chorus
I thank God for chocolate sprinkles.
I thank God for vanilla ice cream.
I thank God you don’t leave me
Except in my worst kind of dreams.
Chocolate sprinkles can’t hug and kiss me.
They can’t even stroke my cheek,
But they liven up my whole demeanor
And make me smile when I am weak.
Chorus
I don’t want no hot fudge sundae.
I don’t want no banana split.
I sure as hell don’t want no sorbet.
And waffle cones taste like shit.
Chorus.
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Six Color Bluebird
I got a little ambitious and put together a six color reduction print of a bluebird for my granddaughter. Generally, I am pleased with the bird, but the elderberries he’s standing on are a tangled mess and it’s hard to distinguish between the purple of the berries and the black of the branches. Small spheres are hard! As compensation, I learned a lot about composition and technique. Glad I did it; I should do it again someday and make it better. Edition of 12, approx. 4″ x 4″
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Four Color Reduction Prints
These two prints are the results of teaching myself about reduction prints. They are representations of Pennsylvania Dutch Hex Symbols painted on barns in the Pennsylvania Dutch country.
This will open up the medium of relief prints for me a lot. These are not carved on raw lino. As an experiment, these were carved in wood. You begin with the relief carved with all the parts, you print a basic color, carve away the items of that color and print again with a different color and so on. In this case each print has been through the inking/drying process four times. Having finally accomplished the print registration process in this way means I’m promoting myself to sophomore print artist. They are called Faith & Trust [14] on the left and Luck & Abundance [13] on the right. 4″x4″ circle.
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Banging and Crunching
I wanted to see what AI could do in terms of writing a song. Here is the prompt and the result. (The first one is AI. The second one is me. It’s probably a tie.)
Prompt: Write a classic rock song about a retiree’s narrow life in a universe that expands infinitely.
Verse 1:
Woke up one morning, feeling so darn old
Got aches in my bones, my story’s been told
Been livin’ life in the slow lane, same old song
Watching the world fly by, feels like I don’t belong
Chorus:
In a universe that’s ever expanding
My life seems so narrow, suffocating
Gotta find a way to break free, to fly
Before my time’s up and the whole world passes by
Verse 2:
I’ve been stuck in this rut for far too long
Wasting my days in a routine floatin’ on
But the universe out there is vast and grand
And life’s too short not to make a stand
Chorus:
Bridge:
I may be getting old, but my spirit’s still young
With the fire in my soul, I can’t be outdone
Gonna take that leap of faith, spread my wings and fly
In the face of a universe that refuses to die
Chorus:
Then I watched Monty Python’s video The Galaxy Song and this happened.
Banging and Crunching
(Since You’ve Been Gone)
Verse:
I’m a 73 year old retiree.
I spend my day primarily making tea (and pee)
Though there’s no one here with whom I converse,
I’m the center of the expanding universe.
We’re a hundred miles apart since that day
Three years ago when you went away, (far away)
Like drinking good cognac,and hiking up a track,
Getting gone takes less time than getting back.(that’s a fact)
Bridge:
The math is undeniable, Sweetheart.
Since you left we’ve drifted far too far apart
Verse:
Einstein’s Relativity cleared the path.
Hubble marked the signposts in his math. (so much math)
It’s not that everything flies away.
It’s the space itself expanding every way.
From right to left to up to down to back
You are speeding out away into the black.
From my front to to your front, however, dear,
A red shift is apparent, seen from here. (It’s clear.)
Bridge:
My only hope is to see the start of the Big Crunch
In a 100 million years or so we can shout and wave a bunch
Verse:
I’ve done some calculations on the cuff (off the cuff!)
To see if this distance is enough
At 42 miles a second per megaparsec,
And under this much gravity—double check— (what the heck)
The father away, the faster you recede
The longer gone, the greater is your speed.
Like raisins in the rising raisin dough,
We’re sitting still all while we’re on the go. (Sooooooooo)
Bridge:
I’m rooting for the Big Crunch I’ll wait right here for you
And in a billion years or so, you’ll be right here with me too.
Until the Big Crunch I’ll wait right here for you
And in a billion years or so, you’ll be right here with me too.
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Beer Drinking and Deep Thinking
I sit with my deep thoughts while I’m drinking.
No need for any friends to interrupt.
A pop top on a beer can starts me thinking—
Like what went down and now what is up?
A beer can change your mind if you let it.
Two beers can erase a joyless frown.
Three beers can often help forget it.
(1) Four can make you howl like a hound.
(2) Four makes everything go out of round.
(3) Four can make it easy to fall down.
Sometimes I have a beer and sit, just thinking.
I often think deeper most the day.
I think about life and how I end up blinking
At how it all turned out this-a-way.
If you don’t think it through on the first one
A second or a third may help a bit
By 4 or 5 or 6 you’re having some fun
By 7 you’re just a drunken shit.
Refrain
I’ve found there is truth in a beer can
But it takes a lot of time to get it out.
You can’t chug a thought like a keg stand.
You have to sit and struggle with the doubt.
Did I do the things that I shoulda ought to?
Or did I just waste a lot of days?
If I could get to do all this stuff over
Would I just end up old anyway?
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Dr. Hook Audition Tape
Yesterday, I confessed how, in a fantasy, I wished I could go back in time and do whatever was necessary to join Dr. Hook and The Medicine Show. This is my audition tape, based on that famous line of theirs.
You make my pants want to get up and dance,
You make my socks rock and roll.
You make my shirt want to stand up and blurt
How much I love your voice and soul.
You make my belt feel all it felt
You make my hair fall down
You make my face, beam into space
And all my other parts run around.
I’ve been feeling down, since you’re not around.
No happy smiles are on my lips.
I wander through town, wearing a frown.
There ain’t no swing in my hips.
When you come back home and I’m not alone
My heart just beats like a band.
I’m not the same when I whisper your name.
Honey child, I’m your biggest fan.
You make my pants want to get up and dance,
You make my socks rock and roll.
You make my shirt want to stand up and blurt
How much I love your voice and soul.
You make my belt feel all it felt
You make my hair fall down
You make my face, beam into space
And all my other parts run around.
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