Hope you like 'em
Monday, November 19, 2012
Walking Wounded: Frames
I made a couple of frames for my friend. One is made from a solid piece of poplar. The other to look like a sheet of notebook paper.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Will Cotton: Peter and The Wolf
Isaac Mizrahi will narrate Sergei Prokofiev’s charming children’s classic, as George Manahan conducts the Juilliard Ensemble. Artist Will Cotton will bring the production to life with a newly commissioned installation, in which the familiar characters are set within a gingerbread chalet. The audience is invited to view the artwork on stage following the program. The story brings 30 minutes of suspense, including a happy ending, and allows the young and young at heart to learn and remember the various instruments in the orchestra.
From: www.guggenheim.org
From: www.guggenheim.org
Walking Wounded: Superball Ottoman; In Process
I made an ottoman out of Mahogany. I cut the legs and aprons using the band saw and shaped them by hand with a spokeshave.
The cushion is made from 1000 1" children's superballs- the type you get out of a vending machine. I used silicone to glue them in place. One. At. A. Time.
There's a plexi box with a light fixture in it, under the lights- so when you turn it on- it glows.
I hope you like it.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one...
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
Wallace Stevens
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one...
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
Wallace Stevens
Jimmy Diresta Plasma Cutter
My Buddy Jimmy is at it again, this time with a Plasma Cutter....Thanks man.
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