Skeleton Man takes place in comtemporary time, mostly in the Grand Canyon, a very cool location to say the least, but the legendary Joe Leaphorn has only a small role here and Jim Chee, who functions as the lead investigator, takes almost a secondary role to the competing parties looking for a batch of diamonds lost in a plane crash in the Fifties.
A reviewer on National Public Radio seemed to agree with our assessment, that the latest and last (thank god) in the Star Wars Trilogy was loud, relentlessly violent, poorly acted and horribly scripted. I really loved the first Star Wars movie. I think that’s when I fell in love with Harrison Ford. The only actor in this movie who was remotely interesting or credible wasn’t played by an actor at all: Yoda stole the show, had all the good lines, and is welcome at my house any time.
Making art is sometimes like dreaming–the metaphors are not always obvious and a literal translation may not apply. Sometimes I start with a concept and end up with something very different. This Adam and Eve project has been nagging at me for months. I had to do it–I love Ellen’s ideas for shows and they are always well-received by the Ann Arbor art crowd as well as others–but I couldn’t think of any way to do a little man and a little woman and a snake and an apple and a tree within the required 9-by-12-inch vertical 2-dimensional format requirements.
I’ve resisted writing about sex because I’d like to keep my private life private, but after the Wall Street Journal article on patient blogs announced to the world that I still have a sex life, I think it’s time to talk about it. It turns out that it’d be a good thing if SOMEBODY would talk about sex after estrogen, and that somebody seems to be, for one, anyway, me.
Paula Wall has written a book I wish I’d written–the highest compliment I can think of. Her book recounting the passionate adventures of several generations of irresistably eccentric women joins the ranks of other page-turners like The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
This is the largest of the seven tiny paintings I did at different times of day from a perfectly placed window overlooking the bay (I applied the white when I got home). I was trying to see if I could begin a third poster–a summer poster–to go with the first two Lake Effects posters that have been so successful the past few years. Those posters cover only eight months: fall, winter, and spring. I couldn’t afford the window I painted those from during the popular warm season.
Think about it: For most of the history of the world, people have managed to live interesting lives without 24-hour access to over a hundred channels. While I was in treatment for breast cancer, I watched more tv than usual, and I became especially disturbed by the increasing meanness of commercials and children’s programming. When my cable company threatened to up my internet/tv connection bill by fifty bucks a month, I rebelled, quit, changed my internet service, bought rabbit ears, and went into two weeks of withdrawal.