In the last post I showed you (dear reader) the bird-like art of a local sculptor at the new arts center. But wait, there is more in the bird art category on view at another business in town.
How about a giant chicken (readily recognizable as poultry) perched atop a saloon, right on a major thoroughfare. Surrounded by artificial palm trees (sadly, palms do not grow here naturally), the chicken is master of all it surveys.
Or perhaps a flamingo is more to your taste?
Instead of rusting, enigmatic, possibly industrial art, one can admire a rusting 100+ year old cast iron stove here.
And how is this different from art that one would have to pay millions to possess? Other than not being for display and sale in a fancy gallery by a big name artist. (The city did make the owners take down car henge, a previous artwork, which was made using cars instead of standing blue stones).
So instead of just a weird face, this place has the entire figure! Yes, a giant fiberglass cowboy, complete with an enormous fiberglass beer. Just to let one know what is on offer at this location. It is the art of the pour, rather than the visual arts. And this artwork is just as striking as the expensive stuff at the arts center.
The local state university is quite near my house. And just like the universe itself, the university is expanding. The most recent building is an arts center, and what is an arts center without art? They have plonked down a number of large pieces of art, in a sort of random accumulation, so that one can tell that this is, in fact, an arts center.
chicken roadrunner bird-like thing was made by a local sculptor some years ago. It used to be at his house, until the neighbors complained about tourists showing up to look at all his art (there was a bunch of these). So now it sits here in splendor (and it really is lovely).
This is another one of his pieces, and it moves in the breeze. So on this day, that was the way the wind was blowing.
And here is yet another piece from the same artist, he made a lot of these things. (And now you can see that the wind has changed direction too).
This one is not so attractive. It looks like some sort of abandoned industrial by-product or fallen space junk, rusting away into oblivion.
This one is made of neon and at night, whatever they are supposed to be lights up, one after another. I thought that they looked vaguely like roses, and I was immediately put in mind of Four Roses brand whiskey (the choice of skid row alcoholics everywhere). And yes I do realize that there are five whatevers, but it’s hard to count them when one is just driving by after dark.
And then there is this bit, a collaborative effort of the artist and the grounds keepers.
I’m not sure how all of these pieces go together in any kind of artistic harmony, but I’m sure for the artists the best part is that they are displayed (and they got paid for it!).
Our local art museum is a tiny facility. It used to be even smaller until a past CEO went on an expansion binge before moving on. So now there are big spaces to fill. And one doesn’t want to crowd the artwork together, they have to have room to breathe (or something).
I was there for another free day, but it wasn’t the art that caught my eye, it was the shadows. I just love gallery lighting, it makes the ordinary more interesting and unexpected.
There is nothing special about a branch (except that someone sold it to this museum), but the multiple overlapping repeats of the image give the piece some interest.
This piece is a mildly famous work by a feminist artist, one of those 60’s things. The art seems rather trite to me now, but I love, love the shadows.
These shadows include the shadow of my cell phone (oops!)
But this one is the king of the shadows (note the crown).
I like the #5 definition in my dictionary (I know, how retro to use a physical dictionary): a delusive image or semblance: anything unreal or unsubstantial. Or #6, a phantom, ghost or shade. And that is why I like to capture them.
There is an ancient tradition that a cricket on the hearth brings good luck. (Although I think that a chirping cricket is an invitation to mayhem, as one tries to find and destroy the pest.) The best sort of cricket to have on one’s hearth is made of brass, one can get the luck without the nuisance of an actual cricket. I fortunately have no crickets (yet: it’s still early summer), but I do have some little creatures around that amuse me, and amusement is much more reliable than ‘luck’.
I love little frogs (as you will soon see) and this one lives on a quilted wall hanging.
This one bookends the other side of the wall hanging.
Now how did this frog get there? And why don’t I pick it up and put it somewhere else? I just like seeing it there, a small splash of color against a large beige floor.
But it’s not all frogs around here, these finger puppets are ready to leap into action from the top of the door jamb.
But wait, there’s even more of them. (The rest of the finger puppets have gone to Afghanistan.) Finger puppets add a cheery touch to any room, a fact that decorating magazines have chosen to ignore.
And Pteri is currently residing in this room (doesn’t want to hang out with the rest of the dinosaurs), perched atop the carbon monoxide monitor. Perhaps considering attacking the giant fly nearby, or perhaps just being admired.