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Can this be considered a relic? I have had it since I was 12 years old. I think my Dad gave it to me for my birthday. I love this old alarm clock. It sits on my night stand, near an old lamp. Both of them do a good job, waking me up in the morning, letting me know the time of day or night (although it’s purposely fast), and the lamp is lovely in the evening to read by. Somehow this clock is precious, it’s my childhood into adulthood. Playing the radio in the morning, snoozing 3X, thank you old digital time keeper. I do wonder though how long you will last…? Nothing lasts forever…

 

Can you tell which are the real potatoes?

I am trying to make a dozen. Below is a real potato and a clay potato side by side.

Both are real, but only one is edible.

Last weekend it was a tiny bone hand, yesterday three mystery shoes. My dear friend Todd J. witnessed the entirety of The Shoe Story, so if this sounds like the ramblings of a loon, you can verify with him. The first one appeared at my middle school. Just a little lonely green shoe, stuck outside a locker. Waiting, wanting, curious perhaps. I saw it on the floor as we walked down the music hallway. We came to school on saturday to get a few things from my classroom. I am leaving my teaching position in middle school to move to a high school in the fall. I thought the shoe was poignant and a little sad.

After clearing out a car load of things (and there will be more sessions for clearing out, but not until early July) we headed over to Belltown to the Form/Space Atelier run by Paul Pauper. He gave us a tour of the show and then we visited The Underground, a fabulous venue for The Punk Rock Flea Market and various other shows. It was there that I saw this little blue shoe hanging from the latch to the back door. Odd, lovely still life, and it’s curious visual similarity to the first shoe, left me wandering, is this a sign?

Then a bit later, we’re in Georgetown for Art Attack, the super-great 2nd Saturday Art Walk in the heart of the Georgetown neighborhood of Seattle. Now, the third shoe was even more mysterious. When I saw it, I knew this had to be about something. Three little lonely shoes in one day? This one was high up on a pole, on a nail, that pierced a book onto a phone pole. A little black Converse, hanging in the air. Todd lifted me onto his shoulders to snap the photo. What could all the shoes mean?

all images taken with my cellphone.

I found this tiny bone hand in my driveway yesterday. Some friends were outside working and I spotted it in the dirt. At first it scared me and I didn’t want to touch it. One friend dug it out, as he released it from the soil I stuck out my hand to take it and then I knew it was sign. So many hands have helped me, so many connections, like tiny bones we are forever linked. I know it must seem morbid…but I think it’s beautiful too.

The Dentist…ahhh.

Strangely meant like a pleasant sigh, because I love the dentist. On friday March 12th, I went in for my regular cleaning. Theresa, the dental hygienist, did a wonderful job with the sonic plaque remover, the scraper, floss and brushing. My pockets aren’t increasing and fortunately all seemed stable. Here’s a few pics from the morning.

A while ago I was going to post things what I confiscated from students…I posted a few and then it waned. Until today. I have to admit though, it wasn’t a true confiscation. A splendid young lad named Nigel told me today about the MAGIC PEN CAP! He says to me, “I Have a magic pen cap.” I reply, “And what makes it magic?” “Well, when you drop it on the ground, it shows which direction you need to go.” “Really, well let’s see this Nigel.” he proceeds to drop the simple black pen cap on the ground and then states, “See, it’s pointing in that direction, so I am supposed to go that way.” He then walks a few steps and does the same thing until he goes out into the hall way. This is all during passing time just before 6th period. A minute or so passes and he comes back in the classroom, “Where did it lead you?”I ask,”Well it was leading me into Ms. Aliverti’s room, but I decided to come back.” “Can I have the cap Nigel?” “Why you can do it with any pen cap,” he lets me know with point blank seriousness. “But I want that one.” “Fine,” he says, “I can just use another one.” (btw, I didn’t ask for it because he was being disruptive, i just wanted it :0)

AND BEHOLD BELOW…THE MAGIC PEN CAP!

p.s. the cap has been loaned out to Flatchestedmama for some positive vibes in direction.

Here’s my submission for the Arbitrary Art Grant. Check out the info here and send your submission soon!

Here’s the Wiener Mobile and Rudolph chillin’ in the grass. It’s a challenge project to use the Wiener Mobile in an art project. Just beginning to play around.

So I am beginning a texting discourse that starts with some kind of image phrase. Possibly poetic, depending on how you want to interpret it. Then I send it out to about 50 people and see what types of responses I get. For this one I received about 6 replies of varying interest. I then proceeded to draw some of the replies, scanned them and am now posting them to this blog. I am thinking of calling the project DAD (digital/analog/digital) or DADA (digital/Analog/digital/access). Any thoughts?

Here’s the responses:

Erin Texted on January 24th, 2009: Circles, Lines and Squares. It’s a flat architecture with several windows.

Evan sent: Is this a riddle?

Erin texted: In a way, yes.

Evan sent: a blue print?

Tim sent: Diamonds! (by the way, they burn at 800 degrees Celsius)

Nate sent: A Ding-Dong Pattern

Charla sent: Oh I love it!

Romy sent: This is your last leap…Oh evil one!

Kareem sent: Hm. Maybe the windows are for seeing through, for those who hope for dimensionality beyond. Maybe birds hit them.

Enrico sent: It’s not the shapes that compel you, but the spaces in between.

I wonder what he would think of the fancy new HD TVs. They hurt my eyes, and take more energy to watch. I don’t know if I could get used the reality of them. My mom said, “It was like that when tv was only black and white, then all of a sudden color. We got used to it.”