Unfortunately, I wouldn’t pay $3000 for it.
I may have good taste, but I haven’t got money.
Unfortunately, I wouldn’t pay $3000 for it.
I may have good taste, but I haven’t got money.
Ray Troll has come out with a line of fabrics.
Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t know how to sew, because you know I would not exercise restraint and would emerge in a fabulously garish wardrobe.
A reminder: we’ve got a fundraiser coming up, and one of the things we’re doing is collecting winter art. Send your beautiful photos with a winter them to affinitysubmissions@gmail.com, and maybe they’ll appear in the Winter Photo Gallery!
On my morning walk today, I noticed that it was a bit icy.
I’m pretty sure that’s the work of the Ice Spiders.
Also, the lichens are nice and bright.
Today I decided to get out and do a little photography, and my target was the Frank Schott stone barn, about a half hour’s drive away from me, near Chokio, Minnesota. It’s an impressive construction — Schott went all out to build this rock solid cement and stone barn (and chicken coop!) back in the 1920s, finishing it in 1932. It was abandoned in the 1970s, and the wooden roof collapsed in the 1990s, but the structure itself is still standing. It’s an abandoned building that is so well built it feels totally safe to clamber around in it.
So we set off this morning. It looked easy to get to: a straight shot down highway 28 to county road 19, then left about 2 miles. No problem! Except there was no county road 19 that we could find, and we overshot and then backtracked and looked everywhere. Eventually, on pure dumb intuition — “this little gravel road feels like it’s about the right distance” — we found it.
I whipped out my nice camera, thinking the early morning light was perfect, and turned it on…nothing. What? Then I remembered — the night before, I’d prepared for the trip by getting the camera batteries charged up. The batteries were still sitting there at home, 100% charged. D’oh! At least I’d remembered the memory card.
I’d brought my drone along, too, but the wind was savage this morning, so nope, none of that, either.
I took a few photos with my cell phone. I should have taken a few selfies of myself kicking myself.
Maybe I’ll try again another day. It’s not that far away.
And the poem doesn’t need to be pretty, you know.
my venom grows
every night, every morning
chokevine murderthoughts
thorn and strangle me:
the freedom to be kind, to forgive
to live and let live
all flayed away
I am a criminal in my own mind
I deserve my chains
How about something a little more cheerful?
I like the diversity simultaneous with recognizable, consistent morphology.
The crazy leftists are no-platforming everyone now. Look at this magnificent work of art!
It was shown at CPAC, where everyone loved it, so it must be objectively valuable. However, when the artist, Julian Raven, demanded that the 16-foot-wide masterpiece be given space at the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery, they refused. I can’t imagine why.
Raven was inspired to create the giant image in 2015 when he saw Trump campaigning on television — roughly the left third of the 300-pound painting is devoted to a giant neck-up rendering of the then-presidential candidate, with the rest depicting a bald eagle flying through space with a giant American flag in its talons and our pitiable blue planet in the background, with no idea what it had in store. Raven, driven by this searing vision to complete the painting in three weeks, hoped to display the work at the Smithsonian in coincidence with the 2017 inauguration, but found himself roundly rejected by the gallery’s director, Kim Sajet, who told him that it was “too political” and “too big” and, generally, just not very good.
“The last thing she said to me was ‘it’s no good,’” Raven is quoted as saying. Welcome to the art world, buddy.
What does a good wingnut do in such a situation? He sued, of course. His suit was dismissed, so now he’s appealing the decision.
Gee, that art director shouldn’t have said that. They were too generous — I’d have said that was a shit painting that deserves to be displayed in the dumpster out back.