The Final Funk
June 22, 2011
The Funky Shelf video saga is complete! To see more of the life cycle of this shelf, you’ll have to ask my sister, because it is now with her in Wyoming. :)
Thanks for all of your comments, you guys are the best! And if anyone else has furniture they want me to paint, I’m free until August.
Funky Too (2?)
June 21, 2011
“Ya gonna make it funky?”
June 20, 2011
(Anasazi Bean Elk a.k.a Abe- bought him in Mesa Verde for Jo)
Okay…
Since this is taking forever, I decided to upload the video of the shelf that I painted for my sister in installments.
Jo recently moved into a new house and my mom and I went garage sale shopping for furniture and ran across this little white shelf:
Since it needed some TLC anyway, I decided to really give it some personality and use up my old acrylic paints (barf). Here’s the video of the first day of that process:
My Dad
June 20, 2011
This is a one-day-late Father’s Day blog post dedicated to my artist father.
For those of you who are regulars to this site, you know that I commonly link to his web page: lwurst.weebly.com
All of the photography & painting in this post are his.
To the man
who called me “poopster”
in the days when I listened
to mom’s spelling lessons
from the inside,
*
who was so nervous
when I came into the world
that as soon as it happened
he fell asleep
right there in the hospital,
*
who taught me to air drum
and sang funky versions
of “Blue Moon”
with me
when I took baths,
*
Who set up
a tiny table
next to the big one
in his studio
so I could paint too,
who played catch
and went fishing
and laid on his belly
pretending to be an alligator,
*
who rescued my little sister
from the pond
while I hid in the car,
*
who provided inspiration and buckets
for gathering nightcrawlers
from the gutter,
*
who I pestered and heckled
throughout high school art
making classmates wish
they lived at our house,
*
who valiantly coached
making us so proud
that after games
we’d run right into his arms,
who I called
from college
to talk art, politics and life
and be reminded
that “God smiles on fools like us,”
*
who is my protector
my friend
and above all, my dad.
I love you.
Happy 50th Birthday and Father’s Day!
(New Video Coming Soon!!! <3)
Dirt Shirt
June 9, 2011
Those of you who commonly hang out at places like Moab, Utah might be familiar with Dirt Shirts. On our most recent journey to the desert, my Dad decided that white t-shirts were just not practical, and decided to make his own dirt shirt. Thus, he proceeded to mix dirt in a tub and rub his t-shirt in it. After leaving it out to sunbake, the product was really satisfactory. And its really soft. Why? we asked. ”Because it’s stonewashed.”
Thank you kindly, Desert Pete.
June 6, 2011
When one of us says, ‘look, there is nothing out there,’ what we are really saying is, ‘I cannot see.’ -Terry Tempest Williams
