Infirmary Camp
Bisbee
Central School Project in Bisbee
text reads: “Thus, for the moment I am satisfied; I work.” – Odilon Redon
Central School Project is where I’m doing a residency in Bisbee, AZ, the tiny border town on the edge of a yawning cashed out copper mine.
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Golden Armadillo
22″ x 24″
Whenever I drive from Miami to New Mexico I count the dead armadillos along the way. One time, seven. Another, eighteen. I’ve never seen an armadillo alive and sporting armor, so I was relieved to see this golden one snuggled up against a man in Natchez, Mississippi, which is not on my normal cross-country route but now holds a definite appeal. Plus, what a great word: Natchez. The man has his arm around the armadillo and reclines in the middle of Main Street in a proprietary way, a protective way, as if he knows armadillos are rarely alive after they’ve tried to cross a street somewhere. Or a super highway. I can’t imagine what it must be like to touch an armadillo’s back, which, they say, is leathery and rough with plates and grooves across it, preventing it from rolling up in a ball when threatened, as some might have heard. In fact, I can’t believe that The North American Nine-banded Armadillo tends to jump straight in the air when surprised, and consequently often collides with the undercarriage or fenders of passing vehicles. Crap. I’m glad this gold one has a friend. Plus, there’s a big eye looking down on Natchez now. That should definitely help.
–Maureen Seaton, June 15, 2011, Chimayó, NM (for Noah)
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Trailer in Distress, Christmas Lights (aka Too Much Glare, Too Little Patience)
Getting in the holiday spirit. This trailer painting, and the one that I’ll post tomorrow are dedicated to my friend Christian Peet. Every time I’d work on one, he’d call, so I think they are for him.
Photo quality is bad because this is painted with glossy house paint and oil, too much glare, too little patience.
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8″ x 10″
Also maybe titled “Scourged by Yellow Fever”, a line taken from my great great grandfather’s diary, written about his childhood during the Civil War in Mississippi. The tiny little coffin on the seat of the carriage, and so forth. Might need to see this in the enlargement, it’s a light-handed drawing.
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Sorrow for Beginners: O the Burden
Sorrow for Beginners: Misund
8″ x 27″
This one painted in response to this S. for B.’s passage by Frankie Rollins:
I said yes and there was argument
I said no and there was argument
I said okay and there was argument
I said do you think and there was argument
Any day can take on the tint of sorrow
There are more misunderstandings
than I ever thought possible.
I still let them break my heart
but you, forewarned,
might not.
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Please Please Pleiades
Been working on this one for a few weeks, hopefully will expel the phrase “Please please Pleiades” from my mind, been ricocheting around in there for a while. This is also titled “Half of What They Carried Flew Away”, from Andrea R. Those two lines collided and made this image.
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Sorrow for Beginners: At the Stump
9″ x 12″
Last night’s Sorrow for Beginners painting. Another passage in the handbook. The chapter on how to __________ in a time of ____________ _____________. Carrying on with the two-day tradition, if you would like to write something for this image, the comments section is a tabula rasa, baby. Make yourself at home there.
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words and phrases offered by friends on facebook after a call for requests. more to come.
obdurate: unmoved by persuasion, pity, or tender feelings; unyielding, stubbornly resistant to moral influence, persistently impenitent.
galvanized: protected by a metallic coating to prevent corrosion.