Brave New World

#223 – February 2017

At the time, Donna asked if I had a plan, and the answer was . . . yes I do.  The plan was to take it apart, and go from there. It took a good long while, but this is where the going, got me.  So . . . the studio is back together, slimmed down and tightened up. I’ve traditionally needed a bit of chaos in my studios, or as I like to call it “serendipitous creative cross-pollination”.  Now I’ll see how this order thing plays out . . . so far it’s holding strong. 

If I was counting (and I am) this canvas is in its fourth stage of near completion, time to put it aside let it percolate for a while. The rain has the garden in overdrive, providing a worthy distraction. I can’t stay out of the dirt. Adding some new, attention to the old, and moving the garden’s temporary structures about. 

I’d planned to get this missive posted last Tuesday, but now it’s Valentines’ . . . so in keeping with the spirit of the day . . . from the 1804 “Cartes De Fantaisie” deck of playing cards, the Queen and Jack of Hearts.  The set was originally published in 1804 and re-issued in 1884. The cards featured here, are from a 1984 commemorative deck published by J.M.S France-Cartes. The set depicted Isabeau de Baviere, the Queen of France as the Queen of Hearts and  Etienne de Vignolles nicknamed “La Hire” (wrath of god), as the face of the Jack of Hearts.

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Thanks for reading.

Charles

Memory’s Rustbelt Memoir

#220 – Tuesday, November 8th.

Seven days below the rim, and I remember the best thing was, taking time to do nothing at all.

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“And the moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.” ― John Green

Thanks for reading.

Charles

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Toltec Beach (looking down River), The Royal Arch, and Toltec Beach (looking up river).

Seven multiplied by five, plus two (Not Quite Tuesday )

#219 –  Thursday, October 13th

Yikes. Thirty  fivesix actually thirty seven days since the first Tuesday in September and nine since the first one in October.  I’m behind. It’s been an odd bunch of weeks that focused my attentions elsewhere, yet still on my list and underlined . . . It Happens Every Tuesday, (Monthly). Only this time it’s a bit off pace and with a selection of images attempting to capture the passing of those days.

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To the folks who inquired about the missing  posts of  It Happens Every Tuesday . . . my sincere thanks for your continued interest in the work!

Thank you for reading.

Charles

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