476. January 21st…Perspective…what color bumper car do you want..and can I get you a Salmanazar…of Shiraz…with that???

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“Mesh” 2011

“It is not I who have lost the Athenians, but the Athenians who have lost me.” – Anaxagoras

getting  perspective in place…may be right shoe on left foot…or eating broth with a fork…or fiction at times…but like adventure in life…an essential part of living well…

perspective has a few definitions…and it seems they are separated into…perspective from the visual…technical realm and perspective from human relationship… I like this definition by far…for both holding a pencil in my hand and drawing as well as developing…maintaining…a place  with relationships:

a technique of depicting volumes and spatial relationships”

I do take up space…I have volume…there is always the dynamic of where I am taking up space to where you are taking up space and where you are taking up space to where I am taking up space….depending on who is who….. and how that all works….or doesn’t…and that makes a great deal of sense to me….sort of like chess before starting the game…

in all of this there has to be some reason for each of us to take up this space…and bumper car our way through life…planning for minimal bumps…and avoiding the corner traps…as well as running into as many other cars as we can…in the alloted period of time….you can’t run into everybody…so it’s really about choosing who you run into…choosing carefully…so your not taking up a 6 x 9 space…for 12 to 20…if you know what I mean…

I’ve given up being concerned with all of the space…now I have to say I’m making my place as nice and homey as possible…new curtains…a kitchen window full of Phalaenopsis…and a nice chair…oh and few cold Citra Ales in the fridge…but basically my bubble travels with me…and I’ve had times in my life where the invaders did invade…the covert…ops…did infiltrate…and all was left close to ruin…but like tawny port…the more I age….I am fortified…

perspective in drawing is interesting…just using 1 point and 2 point perspective…to draw…say the same building…exhibits a completely different image of the same…the angles different…the lines of convergence coming and going  different directions…the subject really hasn’t changed a bit…it’s the view..the vantage point… that has made it different…and I find it very interesting that…looking at that from here says that…while looking at that from there says something else…

there is a purpose for everything…real or not…and often that everything doesn’t make any sense at all…and I’d like to share my complete and utter lack of understanding why…purpose seems blurring when….things like this happen

wine is sold in a variety of bottles…sure we all know the bottle of wine wrapped in a dirty magazine…and then a bottle of Dom Perignon…and maybe even a stretch past that to a “Magnum”…but believe it or nor there are many…MANY…more…bottles for the exact same wine…here they are with their respective number of glasses per bottle…some are for champagne and certain varieties/types of wine and are not commonly found….

Mignonette used for a sample
Piccolo – 1
Chopine – 1.25
Demi – 1.875
Bottle – 3.75
Magnum – 7.5
Marie-Jeanne – 11.25
Double Magnum – 15
Jeroboam – 22.5
Methuselah – 30
Salmanazar – 45
Balthazar – 70
Nebuchadnezzar – 75
Melchior – 90
Solomon – 100
Sovereign – 125

This is the perspective…I’m talking about…I know I can drink a Piccolo…a Chopine…think of which Taxi company I’m calling at a Demi…make questionable decisions at a Bottle…contemplate the whole mail order bride thing at a Magnum…and promise while I’m giving my credit card number…secret code and expiration date to my new Russian mail order bride…for 1st class plane fare…for her and her mother….that we will name our first daughter Marie Jeanne….

“Be careful going in search of adventure – it’s ridiculously easy to find.” – William Least Heat Moon





 

 

 

 

473. January 15th…It’s not who you really are…it’s who you think you are that matters…just keep practicing your…Handwriting….

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“Boxed In” 2011

“The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.” – Ralph Hodgson

“The Handwriting on the Wall”…comes from a biblical event in the Book of Daniel…King Belshazzart …fundamentally uses stolen religious items for the wrong reason…a hand appears…and writes…”minaminashekelhalf-mina”…on the wall…it is interpreted as Belshazzart’s kingdom is divided…his days are numbered…and God is pretty mad…later that night Belsharzzart dies…or is killed…his kingdom split…and people start believing in the…”Handwriting on the wall

persona…”a person’s perceived or evident personality“…one we all have…make…display…at certain times while developing a few new ones…to ensure we  fit in while standing in a crowd of head hunters…or intellectuals…or politicians…or crackheads…

burdened with persona issues…overwhelmed with handwriting on walls…how in the world can we be ourselves…or is being ourself…part of being somebody else…or a bunch of somebody elses….we are not…and as far as handwriting…is there a need to pay attention to it…sort of like the billboards along the highway…the “New”…handwriting on the wall…

when I was growing up…advertising…was much more of a lie than it is today…companies could literally peddle snake oil…and say it cured anything and everything… I purchased every item from the back page of comic books…thinking one would have to be worthwhile…indeed they were not…

the two most alarming purchases were…sea monkeys and x-ray glasses…I recall pouring the sea monkeys in the jar…along with them came a guide to raising them and a magnifying glass…the advertisement showed…a mother sea monkey pushing a baby carriage with two baby sea monkeys in it…crossing a bridge…in the distance were a group of sea monkeys…farming in a well manicured field…and slightly to the right was a town…with a church…and buildings…I couldn’t believe for a dollar or so and shipping and handling ..I was going to be in charge of this microcosm..everyday…I hurried home hoping to see construction…farming…families and all that goes with a community…my brother after a week or so…gave me the magnifying glass and pointed out the tiny blobs floating in the water…and identified them as …”Sea Monkeys”…I was crushed…there were going to be no farmers…builders…nothing…

I received the “X-ray glasses” in the middle of the week…a pubescent boy of 10…with great curiosity…and glasses that could see through anything were probably not a good mix…I waited at the bus stop…parochial uniform…tan briefcase…wearing the glasses that looked like some antiquated torture  device…protruding from my face…I entered the city bus thinking…today is going to be a great day…nothing…absolutely nothing… perhaps it was a focusing issue…I worked on the problem for the entire ride to the parish….first stop…the  black women at the car wash I stopped at each morning and got a Mars candy bar with almonds and one particular woman in mind who had nicknamed me “Honey Boy” whose smile revealed beautiful gold teeth ….and finally the parish school…where I had “The advantage”…I could see through anything….they never worked….not once…not even close…and the ridicule from the car wash attendants and my fellow students was almost more than I could take….

now the handwriting has changed…but not a great deal…you can be anybody you want if you carry the right dog…dress in the right clothes and have the correct bag…there are actually places that lease expensive handbags these days…so you “Look” the part…you can drive a Mercedes have all of the ecutraments…and live in a place right out of Architectural Digest…that appears to be right next to Mariah Cary…if you have the right mix…

so I guess the writing on the wall is probably a lie…and the persona…has become so shallow that the bottom is very visible….and obvious…but it still works…I mean the other day I actually saw a well waxed moustache and an “artist” …wearing a beret….

“You have to have a certain persona to be a star, you know, and I don’t have that. I’m a banana.” – Harvey Korman

471. January 13th…I can smell Spring…or at least…I hope it’s Spring….

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“Porch Walk” 2011

“Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.” – George Armstrong Custer

the word Perfume…comes from a latin word…meaning…”through smoke”…when Tutankhamun was discovered…his tomb was fragrant from jars that had been filled with oil and perfumes…long merged into the still air…

all of my life I have loved the desert…there is something about the vast nature of the place that has always made me stop and close my eyes for a few seconds to hear the wind pass by me…smell the air that is filled with such fragrance…one of my favorite places is an area known as Cabezon…it translates to “Big Head”…and legend has it that Cabezon mountain is the head of a slain giant….his blood was the lava flow that created the Malpais badlands…and when I’m out there…it makes perfect sense…

the desert unlike the forest shows it all…sure some things get covered with sand over time…but many things survive…right where they fell…and I’ve always wondered what the story is behind some of the things I have encountered…

there is a place I go to in Spring along the Rio Puerco…hidden behind a few small hills…where the ground is littered with petrified wood…in some places there are mounds that are black and burned remnants of trees…yet they are stone…a bit further down the road…above a very deep canyon…are some half spheres dug out of the rock…large enough to accommodate 10-12 people…in the canyon a few hundred feet below is another world…at the deepest part of the canyon…I’ve found large fossilized shells that resemble oversized oysters…the earth is layered in deep colors…lines of black run 5 feet thick through the canyon walls…and everything is dead calm….I’ve seen bobcats there…a herd of elk…pottery shards…arrowheads…

and the springtime sun is wonderfully…soothing…the sunsets there are always something spectacular…and often linger for 25 minutes or so…before done…just enough time to figure out what needed figuring out…

I am looking forward to spring this year in New Mexico…I have everything I need to camp comfortably…the air lately is saying spring is not far away…my painting supplies are itching to get outside…and I keep smelling the air…waiting…

“If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I’m still waiting, it’s all been to seduce women basically.” – Jean Paul Sartre

 

 

 

467. January 6th..Merging into the other…

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“Place on the Map” earrings 2011

“I like to drink to suit my location.” – Tom Jones

Merge is defined: “to combine, blend, or unite gradually so as to blur the individuality or individual identity of”

I have merged all of my blogs together…recently so my writing…painting and jewelry are all at one convenient location…sounds a little like an ad for a Wal-Mart…pharmacy or a late night 7 to 11…some place I can get a 12 pack of Keystone…some spicy pork rinds…a pack of Chesterfield Kings…and some writing and paintings…to contemplate…

there is a sort of re-animator feeling about it…as if some identity has been jeaopardized..or worse..lost…I have this idea that separate blogs gives some level of complication…that spews…what…I’m not certain…nor have I ever been certain…and honestly it is much like the way I eat…nothing touches…and eat one thing at a time…this makes sense..so keeping blogs in their respective worlds…has me isolated yet…my island is within view of the tour boats…I feel pretty good about this marriage…and what it offers is much greater than what it doesn’t…

The pair of earrings called “Place on the Map” were a custom order for a sister that they both live in 2 different places in New Mexico…I used sterling silver, hand-stamped copper, road maps and a glass cabochon…and a stamped inscription on the back…


when building a piece like this I wonder about the story that will go along with it…what gets said about it…what the recipient feels about it…and how the giver came to a place that this seemed the logical gift for someone else…often I will inscribe underneath the stone a quote…or another piece of paper with well wishes written on it…and really I only know about it…but the energy…is there…

I once loved a woman…and wanted the world to help me with her…so I set a poem I’d written about her…under glass and made a few hundred pendants….gave them away…to anybody I encountered…”It’s your lucky day“…under the guise that when people wore them…other people read them…and that reading somehow got out into the universe and kept it moving a little more than normal…wether it did fill the universe with more of this energy…I’ll never know… but I am really really glad…it didn’t work…and I did learn to be much more careful about what I ask for…

building jewelry…is like not getting lost in an unfamiliar place…there are steps that have to be done and they have to be completed in a particular sequence…deviating from the sequence has a predictable….usually costly end result…by practicing not getting lost…it is much easier to find where we are when we do get lost…so the pyrotechnics of the event are pretty short-lived and not very exciting…although with jewelry…the unknown portion…is personality…personality of the componants…and what they just might decide to do while everybody is standing in line to exit the high dive board for the first dip of summer…metal has a mind of its own…it responded in certain ways…that can be much like my cat Elvis who is precictablly…unpredictable…and rather than plan the emergency metal might spring…it is much easier to resign myself to the fact that if I act okay…the metal usually will as well…

the unity of this move feels good…kind of like when metal solders perfectly…and we both walk away laughing and smiling…

“Popular art is normally decried as vulgar by the cultivated people of its time; then it loses favor with its original audience as a new generation grows up; then it begins to merge into the softer lighting of ”quaint,” and cultivated people become interested in it, and finally it begins to take on the archaic dignity of the primitive.” – Northrop Frye


464. January 1st, 2011…A New Day…New Year and all that stuff that goes…with it…

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“Words” 2011

“If you deny yourself commitment, what can you do with your life?” Harvey Fierstein

so here we sit…a brand new day…of the brand new year….that’s pretty exciting…

I don’t make resolutions…as I see them to be a great deal like haircuts…I have to have them a few times a year rather than once…for obvious reasons…I like the idea of resolutions…but to store all of that up and wait to put them into practice…on one day…well…honestly doesn’t seem very practical…reasonable…possible or likely…not to mention the pressure and anxiety associated with the entire idea behind it…

I’m finding the more we do something the better we get at that something…and the more we do the things that are directly related to that something…well…we get even better…at the original something…so it seems to practice a resolution all year makes a great deal more sense than to take a huge bite out of something that a few seconds into it reveals the impossible nature of the task ahead…gym membership sales increase dramatically in January….for what appears to be the idea that health has somehow become an important issue somewhere around January 1st…and the previous 11 months health was a moderate maybe even nonexistent idea…so back to the more you do the better you get at it idea….maybe the whole resolution thing could sort of finalize itself on January 1st….after say an entire year of healthy living…good quality food…documented weight loss…BP numbers…Hemoglobin A1C …LDL and HDL…tests all well within the “healthy” range….the resolution is then exercised….a trip to the Bali or Paris…or a pair of Peach Face Love Birds…or maybe sleep out in the backyard for a month and not go to work…anything that screams….”Nice”….this has that “reward for action” kind of thing…rather than the “well you lasted 31 days…and you’re eating ice cream out of the carton again…and the finance company is starting to call about the gym memberships“…

Don’t ge me wrong…we don’t need to be rewarded for good behavior…especially when it comes to ourselves…rewarding ourselves for what a great job we did…when we should see the result as some sort of pay off…but we do….

and I know I’d much rather put my ass on the line say…when I’m ready…fit…able…right in my head…to be on the line…ensuring some chance at least of success rather than that I think I should be on the line because January 1st just happened the other day…and I need to be doing something…other than what I have been doing for the last year…

so I guess if I must have a resolution it would be…

Do more of what works and makes me happy…less of what doesn’t…and makes me sad

nebulous….and vague…of course…but something I can strive for…for the entire year…and maybe when I look at the pie chart…December 31st 2011…it’s not cut in equal halves….

the dictionary has many definitions for Resolution…I prefer this one: “reduction to a simpler form

I know what I want…and I am always working towards that…”simpler form“…I’m walking barefoot…now…in cool green grass….oh yeah!!!

I’d be interested in knowing some of your resolutions….have a prosperous and wonderful new year….

“If our condition were truly happy, we would not seek diversion from it in order to make ourselves happy.”- Blaise Pascal

460. December 21st… “Mana Sale”….out on Highway 61…2 days only….

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“My Own Blue Velvet” 2010

“There are many dying children out there whose last wish is to meet me.” – David Hasselhoff

every morning…my cat Elvis and I go through a ritual that I haven’t really known to be a ritual until this morning….

Elvis is a brut of an animal…a gene portion away from his wild predessesors….unpredictable…completely untamable…socially inept and basically a one person cat…and I adore that about him…

Elvis who was originally named Poki…was a born a rogue…an ugly duckling….his eyes were so infected with conjunctivitis the vet warned me  that he may not ever see…my girlfriend laughed at  the straight nub that was a tail…but for some strange reason…I saw all of it differently…each morning I bathed his eyes with warm water and a cloth…put medicine in them until one day they cleared up…he was not blind and could see perfectly…I was elated…as was…he…and so for the first few weeks of life…my face was the first thing he saw every morning as I pried his eyes open…Elvis was determined…he forced his presence on my other cat Traffic…who would sit at the top of the stairs…watch young Elvis…climb laboriously for 30 minutes to the top then with a series of well placed  head strkies…he’d send Elvis back down the steps…to start the process all over again…until the day Elvis developed his…Mana…his cojones…and the household changed…he became the Alpha Cat…and life has pretty much been that way for almost a decade…

Elvis sleeps at the foot of my bed…he wants affection when he wants it…and anything out of his desire is likely to produce a bite or scratch…why put up with that you ask…”It’s just Elvis“….so our ritual is simple…when I sit down in my chair first thing in the morning….he rubs up against both of my legs…his back is arched high…and he is purring loudly…I rub his back until he licks my hand…which basically says…”that was great but stop“…I then pick him up put him over my shoulder for a few rubs…set him on my chest and rub his back again until he again licks my hand….and we are done…

I love Elvis….he is his own cat…doesn’t pretend…if he likes you terrific…if he’s uncertain…about you…he’ll keep his distance…if he doesn’t like you…you’ll know….clearly….

Elvis’ personality

that being said…I like the idea of it all being straightforward…all of the frill…and bs to make it sound like it is something it is not…bothers…me…it’s like the ingredients in hot dogs…”Unknown”…sure everyone’s opinion is different…as are their truths…but deep down we know…or should know our truth…and when we compromise that truth…because we’re lazy…can’t find anything better…give up trying or for any reason that we ignore  our truth…in hopes some alternative to our truth will fill us….we have lost our…Mana…and we have become no one….and will remain no one until….we either change that or accept it….

Mana = “the stuff of which magic is formed,” as well as the substance of which souls are made.”…

no Mana= no magic….no soul….

“Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.” – Virginia Woolf


456. December 14th…What a difference a “Good Bath” makes….

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“Two Pears” 2010

“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.” – Jim Fiebig

surprisingly it’s always about the ….”Monday Stuff”…on Monday…and I really like that…

“Monday Stuff” is nothing more than a way to justify a hike or a nap in the middle of the afternoon….a way of saying….”This” is all part of ….”That”….there doesn’t have to be a reason or an excuse…just a small flash that lights the fuse…and it all starts the explosions in different parts…of the place I am in…Monday is the day to try out a new restaurant…or a micro-brewry… maybe do a load of laundry that…if I forget about it…I don’t mind rewashing it all on Wednesday….

I have converted my western style bath tub into a Japanese style bath…one where I get to sit on a stool…pour a bucket of warm/hot water over me and commence the process of bathing….the idea of sitting in dirty bath water has always been much like the thought of wearing someone else’s underwear..or the creepy things that live in my eyelashes…completely unacceptable….this new bathing process is spectacular…I use much less water…and the experience is really all about bathing…as there is a process/protocol that is necessary to follow in order to get the maximum benefit from the entire experience…seems a little meditative….and along the Ayurvedic mentality of complete emersion into the event that is being done while it is being done….with no outside thoughts or distraction….not too mention I’ve never felt as clean…and refreshed…as when the bath is complete…

there is a ritual that goes along with this whole thing and I think partly this has a great deal to do with the success I am experiencing…for a  about 4 years…I worked in a traditional Japanese Shiatsu Spa where we also offered Japanese Bath..steam and ofuro….it was a wonderful experience…and I recall as an employee…I could use the facilities any time I wanted…I experienced a significant change while working there…much of what I believed and thought for literally decades…began to gel and solidify….confirming my personal philosophy…spirituality and outlook on living…

I’d like to build a small house in the near future…maybe a little out in the country…with some trees and a view of something that inspires me…and certainly a nice Japanese bath…that might inspire me as well…

“Out of the water, I am nothing.” – Duke Kahanamoku 

 

455. December 12th…I like the Win…Win Days…..

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“Plastic Flowers” 2010

“Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible” – George Orwell

twice a year…the organization I teach Karate for has a tournament…and yesterday  was the…day…I don’t know that much about children…but what I do know is they are like big people only small..yet their process for what and how they think…act…talk…react and respond…is so greatly removed from that of an adult…that the only similarity to species is the obvious visual….don’t get me wrong..that difference is not anything that condemns a child…rather the step into being an adult begins the process of condemnation…

I think…children are not allowed to be children long enough..often they are expected to do things they can hardly pronounce….let alone process…do and complete…

the groups of kids I teach are very unique children…I respect them for being in the game for as long as they chose to be in the game…I mean after all…”Focused Attention” in..children may be as short as 8 seconds…while in teens and adults…”Sustained Attention” may last up to 20 minutes…so the prize may very well shift every 8-10 seconds…and in some cases I’ve seen it happen right before my eyes…but nevertheless….

yesterday was a monumental day for all of them….my students know the protocol…they clearly know what they can and can not get away with….with me….what is expected and what they are capable of….they are all very talented children…and were there yesterday because they wanted to be there…some have the skills in areas others do not…some students will be in a karate program for a few years…some might be in a program for a lifetime….

yesterday they shined….and they were brilliant…each of them did the best they could…showed off what they have learned over the last 15 weeks…walked away with trophies…medals…and more importantly some level of satisfaction that maybe made them a little stronger…more powerful…more certain…

the students that were unable to make the tournament…well they are just as brilliant…they are as dedicated…and focused as the rest….they all passed their testing last week…and each will be advancing to a new level of thrills spills and chills….as they well know…a new belt makes them more responsible…makes them more accountable to those in their circle…..as well as when they walk into my circle each Tuesday and Wednesday night…

I always advocate winning….but if you lose…lose graciously and well…know that your loss has the potential to make you stronger for the next time out….

so to all of you hummingbirds….congratulations on passing testing….and on your success at the tournament……

“Ability will never catch up with the demand for it.”  Confucius

437.november 14th…

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Thank you for your visit to Reclaimed Ware hand made jewelry. I have been a jeweler for 30 years and all of my jewelry is entirely handmade from products that have either been recycled, reclaimed or repurposed from products that were designed for a different use and have long lost their efficiency in our world. I use a variety of metals such as brass, copper, sterling silver and steel combine them with concrete, vintage bowling balls, antique typewriter keys, broken restaurant plates, vintage automobile enamel and a wide assortment of other items. Each piece is unique and has a very distinctive one of a kind look.

All of the work in essence is custom work so rarely are pieces identical. My goal is to make a piece of jewelry that reflects the individuality of the person who wears it as well as define a look that stands alone. My price points are very affordable and the galleries that currently carry my work have a very solid, consistent sell through.

The photographs are a representation of the work I do, and even though there are designated style numbers, specific custom orders are made “As close to the description as possible.” All work is guaranteed against defect and I will repair any piece without charge if there is a defect.

Again, thank you for your time and please visit Reclaimed Ware again soon as I update the site two to three times per week.

A percentage of all sales goes directly to The Art of Elysium Charity http://www.theartofelysium.org/

Welcome to Robert Redus Fine Art

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I’ve been working on manipulating photographs and seeing what can be done with it, here are a few examples of recent works. You can read the Blog they are attached to here…https://robertredus.wordpress.com/

“Infidel by Birth”

“The End of the Dog Days” 2010

“She Sang the Blues and the Ballads” 2010

“She Smelled of Sakura” 2010

“Riding the Pale Horse” 2010

“Jack Dreamed of His New Life” 2010

“Quan Yin” 2010

“Early Riser” 2010

“Not to Close to Heaven” 2010

“All Good Promises” 2010

“____________________” 2010

“I Lived There Once” 2010

“Dry Days on the Waterbone” 2010

“I Wax I Wane” 2010

“Blossoms Move West” 2010

“Heading Home” 2010

“Crown of Thorns” 2010

“Same Place, Different Day” 2010

“Postcard From Hell” 2010