Entering her massive cage for the first time Gertrude seemed right at home making a sweet guttural sound. We interpreted this to mean, “I am content with this massive cage”. And as in the early days of a marriage when all is right with the world…. all of us were content…. at least for a while.Read More
NOT TO BE MISSED
In 1992 I put together my first video dealing with my life in the arts: "The Creative Process: Inner Anguish". It explored the brutal realities involved in the making of sculptureRead More
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HADDAWAY ENTERPRISES and FEEBLE MANUFACTURING
I hung around the hospital for a week and gradually warmed to having various tubes and wires connected to my body.
I then went home, ate pills, and sought the solace of blood thinner. In what seemed like mere days, I was blessed with a kidney stone, which sent me back to the hospital for another week. I once again became acquainted with the tubes and wires and discovered the unhappy truth of urologists.Read More
The message stated that she had heard from someone that I had “passed” and wanted to find out what they wanted to do with the sculpture.
Finding out people think you are dead gives one reason to pause and reflect.Read More
The other day I happened to look out my bedroom window as a small bird sat perched on the ledge.
The bird was brightly colored, and appeared to be an important bird which had perhaps attended Vassar.
The bird looked at me for a minute then began to flutter its wings. It then started to fly into the open window.
Fearing for the bird’s safety I immediately waved my arms, which frightened the bird away. I then resumed what I was doing (worrying).Read More
Michael’s shop was a large warehouse on the Jacksboro Highway that was in very bad shape. Entering the dark building it took a while for your eyes adjust. One could slowly make out huge piles of parts, Harleys, and garbage. I also noticed something else. Strewn about were leather jackets with the Hell’s Angels insignia on them. Anyone with common sense would think twice about continuing on. I didn’t think at all.
” Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.”
I made the mistake of showing a rough draft to a friend.
He informed me that Herman Melville had already done it.
Rather than worry too much about quality I decided the first step was to put a lot of words on the page. ….pretty much any words. I was excited …I felt liberated …words of all sorts seemed to pop up like rabbits. "I can write," I thought,"really write!"
Then disaster struck.Read More
I received a comment here at Ed Haddaway Redux not long ago from a Mr. Bobby R*****. In his comment Mr. R***** states:
“ I am 9 years old, and I think ART is stupid. ”
Needless to say these remarks were met with a great deal of consternation at Ed Haddaway Redux.
However in the last week or so I have managed to do some significant research on the matter and I have discussed it at length with some of my colleagues.
Perhaps because children are born relatively young and are incapable in their formative years of doing anything truly useful, adults like to perceive them as highly imaginative and creative.
Major crayons manufacturers take advantage of these idealistic parents and target young children. Once hooked on crayolas and finger paints some of these children go on to colored pencils and harder art supplies. Over a lifetime thousands of dollars worth of paper not to mention paint and other materials are thus wasted in the pursuit of art.
Cro Magnun man sold their artwork at arts and craft fairs throughout the Mediterranean region. Slaves were forced to carry the walls of caves to portable open-air booths set up on the beaches. Soon the art fairs were so popular that it became necessary to invent the jury process to weed out some of the inferior artists. Wars in Eastern Europe followed.Read More
Mostly I just get spam comments at Ed Haddaway Redux but recently I was touched to receive the following message from a Mr. мысль :
He states "Думается, если долго стараться, даже самую сложную мысль можно так подробно раскрыть"
I have contacted my lawyer to see if Deepak can write me a letter of apology for stealing my title and also send a nice big fat check for my pain and suffering. Deepak is a lot more spiritual than I am so I don’t think he will miss the money.Read More
The rattling question posed by my friend is this: “ What are you doing?” referring to this web site. I really shouldn’t use quotes as I don’t think he posed the question exactly like that, but that is essentially what he and others have asked.Read More
I actually do pay a lot of attention to my dreams and my sub-conscious as many of you know…. And I’m fairly certain I will also explore my unconscious some day.Read More
HERE ARE SEVEN HARD TRUTHS ABOUT ART:
1.ART is either a divine accident, or a miserable mistake.... we aren’t sure which.
3.Sanity and ART don’t mix, but sometimes they will glare at each other.
4.Once you are a successful ARTist, even your toenails become valuable.
5.You probably can’t trade your ART for a new Volvo.
6. They would rather invite a dead great ARTist for dinner than a live maybe great one.
7.Whatever ART is, it's not gravy.
Soon after, in what was to be the first of several poor choices, I moved out of the room with the cockroaches. It had been nearly 2 weeks since I had undertaken this new phase in my life. I knew loneliness and misery would be my destiny but upon embracing them I was ….well, lonely and miserable.Read More
Two women had recently moved into the apartment above me. I had not met them. Late that dark winter’s night there was a knock at the door. I opened it. The young women rushed into the room both talking at once.Read More
Suddenly a blinding light hit me with its full force. Clear as day a 1956 Ford (blue, 2 door) was barreling straight toward us at a speed that seemed physically impossible.Read More