If you are in the area, come on out to the opening and see me!!
Do you feel bad for me? How bad? So bad you’d be willing to put your money where your mouth is and toss some of your hard earned green my way? If so, you’ll be thrilled to hear I just spent the last several hours (sitting on my fat bored ass) updating both of my Etsy shops. Any art lovers on your Christmas list? Maybe you wanna treat yourself to something this holiday season. The miniature encaustics that I typically sell for $125 through galleries are now priced at a mere 75 bucks! My second shop where I sell less involved paintings is loaded with a bunch of stuff priced super low–mostly $25 and under!
Whelp, that’s it for now. I’m gonna grab ye old crutches and hobble off to the water closet. Fingers crossed I don’t trip. Wish me luck. It would suck to have my obit read: busted her skull on the toilet bowl.
Unsteadily,
-Steph
Newscientist has a slide show of the worlds fastest computers today. What I learned from said slideshow is that Oak Ridge Ntional Labratory totally dorks out with its super computers.

This is an image of the current fastest computer in the world. Guess what they call it? Give up? Its the “Jaguar,” and its used by the department of Energy.
Here’s the previous fastest computer ever, now third fastest. It’s called the Kraken, and is used by the National Institute for Computational Science:

Images produced by these badboys follow after the jump.
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At a dinner party, some time ago, William Eggleston found himself seated nearby famed photographer, Henri Cartier-Bresson. Incidentally, Cartier-Bresson was the single photographer most influential to Eggleston’s early development; when the student had set out, camera in hand, originally to chase “The Decisive Moment” that the master had outlined as the only worthy subject matter. Now, Eggleston sat next to his first muse, in a context that honored them both as innovators in the realm of photography, and what did one master have to say to the other? “Well, you know, William, color is bullshit.” Continued after the jump—> Read more »
From JuneDidGood’s Youtube channel:
Kancho is a proud Japanese tradition that has touched millions of people in the birthplace of the Hello Kitty. For years, the sport has remained Japan’s best-kept secret.
Now Sensei Flower, the 39th master of the Clasped Way of the Kancho Clan, unlocks the mysteries of this sport so that more may be touched by its joy of life. The practice is rooted in kindness and love and practitioners will find that doing kancho often will lead one to clarity of mind and bowel.
“Kancho is a gift because it is always a present (pleasant?) surprise.” – Sensei Flower
Okaasan is Japanese for mother. You’ll need to know that late in the vid at the part where he pulls out the photo.
Like most normal people*, I LOVE bananas. As part of a balanced diet I eat upwards of four a day. They’re a good source of potassium in a neat, tidy package. They come with their own durable, biodegradable wrapping in a lovely cheery yellow and are the perfect snack matrix for peanut butter–the greatest food invention ever. And bonus of bonuses, they come with stickers! Stylish stickers that will stay in place on your sleeve for days and days. If you’re a banana fan, you’re no doubt as excited as I am about Chiquita’s recent sticker line expansion–so many delightful new designs! But have you visited their website yet? It’s a fun waste of time where you can design banana stickers, alter photos and waste loads of time doing other time-wasting nonsense! I’m really diggin it since (due to my lack of balance) I’m all laid up with a fun new injury.
*I realize not everyone loves bananas. I once had a startling conversation about fruit with my pal Karen who I’d always considered normal (ok that last italicized bit is a lie which just proves my point). She explained that her favorite fruit was the orange and that her least favorite was the banana because it’s so inconvenient. She complained about the messiness of peeling them, having to remove the damn stringy bits and pull out the “little black buttplug” at the bottom. Funny thing is, I have all those complaints about oranges… except for the buttplug, with oranges it’s the white bellybutton thing where the segments meet at their ends. And then there’s this nutjob I know from the hardware store around the corner who actually hates bananas. Just goes to show, people are freaks.
Quite normally yours,
-Steph
This is fun!!
The LA Times’s great art blog Culture Monster has an excellent post on UC Berkeley’s attempts to build a new museum 4 blocks from my house.
Their angle isn’t actually about the proximity to my apartment. Instead the focus is on the effect of the economy on plans to create new ambitious new architectural marvels across the country:
the episode raises questions — questions now relevant in cities around the county — about what happens when high-profile building projects are wounded but not killed by the poor economy, surviving to stumble forward without the big-name architects that helped them gain attention and ease their trips through the approvals process in the first place.
Basically the economy is creating a series of Bait and Switches across the land. Developers sell projects on the strength of their world reknown designs by world reknown architects, then the economy tanks their ability to raise the money to build these projects, so something half-assed gets put in instead. The article does a good job of asking what the point of this is.
In particular, I love that he points out how the $80 million already raised for the new Berkeley Museum (plan pictured above), while well short of the $200 million needed, is exactly how much it would cost to seismically retrofit the current University Art Museum (pictured below).
The current museum design may not be in textbooks, but is spectacular in its own way. It manages to give its galleries the illusion of enclosure while actually maintaining a singular open space throughout. You can casually study the exhibits, then hang out at the ledge , studying the rest of the museum sprawling below you. While it may not be as pretty as the Guggenheim, I think this experience better captures the intent of Wright’s internal design. It’s only drawback is that it happens to be 3 blocks from the Hayward Fault. (This sounds bad, and is, but its not as bad as the University’s football stadium, which is actually bisected by that same fault. Frankly its an apt symbol of our Schizoid Football team…)
Given the issues of California in general and the UC System specifically, I love his solution to take what they can get and preserve what is already a great building, instead of building a half-assed stop gap, then spending more money later to demolish the current building…
Unfortunately, the odds of this system making a decision that actually makes sense are poor. So one more beautiful California tradition will probably be doomed by institutional incompetence and cronyism.
This week during my fall cleanup I found these two unfortunate little guys, the first was a victim of my cat, and the second I fear I may have had a hand in by leaving a bucket full of rain water out when I usually try to remember to turn them over. The cause of death provided for two very different results both in body and image.
Loosely stated, my art process comes down to 2 basic stages, with a lot of feedback between the two. I call these the IDEAS stage and the STUFF TO MAKE OTHER STUFF WITH stage. Or maybe just the Stuff stage.
The Idea stage usually happens while walking, commuting or trying to sleep. When I’m away from art, visualizing out of boredom or as stray notions hit me. These are the architect’s blueprints.
The Stuff stage is the hands-on creation of the materials that make up the building the Idea blueprints describe.
The 2 stages are often completely separate. I make Stuff without consideration to the Ideas it will be used with. Once I have some Ideas, I will use what Stuff is available. Obviously sometimes the ideas dictate that specific Stuff is made, but even then, I usually have leftover Stuff afterwards that will have to be incorporated elsewhere later. And sometimes I have to come up with Ideas to get rid of Stuff I haven’t used in 2 years. To make room for Stuff I have to create for a specific idea.
Here’s 1 of 12 purple sheets I made a few weeks ago to clear out some tubes of paint I hadn’t used in years. To make room for some of the paint tubes I recently inherited from my Grandfather:
Or sometimes I make Stuff to use up leftover pieces of other Stuff. Here’s 1 of 11 sheets of linear collages I made out of leftover sheets from
the “Gossip” piece a few weeks ago:
Do I have any idea what I’m going to use this Stuff in? No. I’ve had a few Ideas, but nothing too convincing. Chances are I’ll put it away and come back across it when looking for Stuff to use with a new Idea.
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If any D’ArtBoarders would like to see any of the photos from the Irv Schankman Memorial Photo Contest that I got third place in last September, I finally put them up on my STL blog, here.
Yesterday, at the museum, two, giggling, teenage girls told me that I looked like “Spencer from The Hills”. I asked them what “The Hills” was, and they giggled some more, and then told me that it was a TV show. I said that I was going to look it up on my break, and if the comparison wasn’t favorable, then I was going to find them and kick them out. They giggled some more. Well, a google search later that night, informed me that I had either just been called a shallow idiot with a “flesh-beard” by two teenage girls and allowed them to get away with it, or, if they were fans, then it was a compliment…. As it turns out though, I don’t think that I much resemble him, but my father does! Or, at least my circa 1980 father did. Here’s proof, first father, then Spencer after the jump.

Those are my feet. I thought this was an apt image for this post.
I’m waiting for the roofing guy to arrive so I can fork over a big fat wad of cash. I could be painting. I should be painting. With multiple deadlines looming, a house full of unfinished paintings and ideas flying out my ass at the speed of light you’d think I’d be painting. Painting in this situation would make sense, right? But things don’t always make sense, and I don’t feel like painting because lately my teeth start to itch every time I pick up a paint brush. In the interest of full disclosure I should tell you here that I’m a big proponent of the nonsensical. Even still, I’m none too happy about the current situation. I want to want to paint. I want to finish something, anything, every freaking damn unfinished piece of crap piece of art that’s taking up valuable space in this drafty, old, squirrel infested, money sucking, yarmulke wearing* house! But as the scrawny, fat-lipped aging rock star continues to crow, “You can’t always get what you want.”
hey look! Some unfinished artwork lying around–a typical scene.

That piece on the right is part of a set of five I’ve been working on since last winter. What do you call a set of five anyway, a pentich? That’s an early stage there. And here it is looking a little more developed. Read more »
because I’m sure you’ve all been fretting about this potential scenario.
A handy Japanese PSA:
No thank yous please. Just throw silver dollars.
-Steph
Take On Me on ukulele. Oddly enough, Youtube is brimming with ukulele versions of this song. Here’s a selection (of 13!) for your amusement.
MONDO points for the melodica! a version with Dramamine would be even better.
12 more after the jump!
I finally developed the five rolls of film that I’ve had sitting around since the end of summer, and here are some of the highlights. They were all shot in the St. Louis environs with the obvious Chicago exception. Viva la 35mm!
All Nikon N65, N80, or N8008s with either the Nikkor 28-80mm f/3.3-5.6G, Nikkor 50mm f/1.8D, or Nikkor 35-135mm f/3.5-4.5 AF Lens attached and Fuji Superia ISO400 Film.