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When you give Art for holiday gifts (and birthday gifts, anniversary gifts…) you do something lovely for TWO people: the recipient of your wonderful and thoughtful gift and the artist who created it! Well OK, maybe THREE people because you can also feel good about what you’re giving.
Happy Holidays, Everyone!
Oh, It’s U! oil on cavas, 18″x18″
Today is for painting. But first, a few words…
Last weekend was the Keep It Local Art Show. While peddlin’ my wares, I fell in love with a llama, met some wonderful fellow artists, visited with friends, ate some delicious chile, received lots of favorable feedback, sold some work, and donated this painting in the Art Hunt to raise money for the One Step Further food pantry. (We raised 596 pounds of food and $400 dollars!) With a canned food or cash donation you could hunt for free art and go home with something cool.
I wonder who found my painting. I wonder who’s wall it’s on now. I wonder who passed it buy cuz it was “too creepy.” One guy (who seemed creepier than my clowns!) said he saw it on the art hunt and although it was well executed, he wasn’t keen on the subject matter. Seriously? So, apparently, creepy doesn’t attract creepy, or maybe it does.
Anyway, It was great fun! I think I’ll do it again in the Spring.
The Fabulous Princess Inca, Infamous Celebrity of Oak Ridge, NC
This is Jack and Rosie. They lost their heads and found each other.
How did they get here? Where have they been? Who loved them before? Who loved Rosie so much that she has a worn spot on the back of her head where there is no painted hair? She used to have a soft body and a chest with a noise maker that whined when you rocked her. Now she is silent, paint flaking off her pouty lips.
And Jack wonders why so many people shudder and say, “Creepy!” when they see him. He’s nice. Just look at his smile.
Clairsentience, also referred to as psychometry or psychometrics, is the ability to perceive the history of an object or person by touching it. Wouldn’t that be fun?? Maybe not…
Jack & Rose, oil on canvas, 8″x8″, contact me for pricing.
Waiting in line for my chai latte this morning, I overheard something about Paris and Art and I pricked up my ears:
“You know, when I was in the service, I was stationed in Paris. Right across from the Louvre; you know, the Looooovv? You could spend a whole day in there! Ya know the Mona Lisa is only about that big? Yup! Ya know, the only thing I didn’t like about Paris…was the people!”
Just when ya think there’s some hope for humanity, when the lines seem to start to blurr and someone not typically inclined toward appreciating art can see and recognize something of greatness. And then…? Nope…nope…he is really an asshole.
But then you happen along something that’s just so sweet in it’s simpleness. Just so sincere and you gotta appreciate it for what it is: some folks trying to make the world a prettier place. I saw these photos and just fell in love with the truly unintentional kitsch of this thing.
And I thought it should be called The Bless Her Heart Art Gallery. I love it…
And my very favorite…
snapshots courtesy of theyetiden
I’m getting ready for the annual fall Keep it Local show in Oak Ridge, NC. I don’t usually schlep my paintings to outdoor shows (I prefer my work in galleries with proper lighting; I’m a snob that way.) but this event is super fun!
On a small cozy farm in Oak Ridge, NC, nestled away from the main road, with LeeAnne Pizio’s precious little studio/gallery building beckoning, the sound of clucking chickens and crowing roosters, and friendly dogs to welcome you, it’s the perfect backdrop for an art fest.
There will be over 20 craftspeople (including me!), wonderful musicians, an art hunt, and Princess Inca the Llama…! Plus it’s on Halloween day–only the best holiday of the year!
And, by the way, what’s this anti-candy corn movement I’ve been hearing about?? Sacrilege!
I recently joined Delurk Gallery, an artist run gallery in Winston-Salem, NC. Friday was the first opening reception that I participated in with them. The art district’s monthly Gallery Hop is on the first Friday of every month and Delurk has a new show each month with the opening reception coinciding with the Gallery Hop.
It was a rainy windy evening with the threat of hurricane Joaquin headed our way. Although the weather cut down on the number of visitors we had, it gave us Delurkers time to chat and get to know each other. What a great group of people! I’m really excited to be a part of it–an established gallery with a group of strong artists dedicated to a common goal, working together to make things happen. And they’re all making amazing artwork!
After the few dedicated Gallery Hoppers, undaunted by the weather, cleared out, we turned out the lights, closed up shop and decided to go have a beer upon the suggestion of a new friend and fellow gallery member.
We headed down to Single Brothers, a cozy local pub. I was told that they’re known for their delicious mixed drinks and local beers on tap. We got our drinks and headed for a table out on their patio. Sitting outside under their curagated metal roof so engrossed in conversation over delicious pumpkin flavored drafts, we finally noticed the wind getting stronger, the rain pouring down harder and the temperature dropping; we decided it was time to bid farewell and go home.
Cloudy, damp, windy October day–it’s a great day to read this spooky story by M. Taggart. Enjoy!
Written by M. Taggart 10/17/14
Fiction: A Halloween style tale.
Copyright 2014 by Matt Taggart, aka -M. Taggart
Bodies in the Basement
It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night.
They unzipped their sleeping bags without noise. Colin gave Aaron…
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