Stencils and airbrush!

“I create custom works of art using a rather unique style. I hand cut stencils and use Spray Paint to make my work. Yes everything you see is spray paint on canvas!

I work in Business or Residential spaces and have done many pieces all over the globe.”

So says Ray Ferrer – Emotion on Canvas | ** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **

I love doing art and my wife is an artist. She paints in oils. She is also a ceramicist and works in glass — But that has nothing to do with this blog.

I paint in acrylics and have done some air brush art in the past. Sometimes I mix and match.

The sentiment I bump across every so often is that if the artist uses stencils they are not producing true art — Even though the artist created the stencils themselves.

Let me put that to rest. Especially for all of those snobs who look down on any work of art that is not their own.

Art is not the materials used. Oil, crayon, and bits of found cloth are all equal.

Art is not the method used to compose it. Methodology creates a genre, nothing more. Oil painting and Origami are different genres. And some of us mix both our mediums and our genres.

Art is the result.

Either you appreciate that result or you do not.

Not every sunset, nor every sunrise, is beautiful to every beholder.

A sunrise that portends a dry hot day is viewed differently on a beach or a mountain lake than it is in the middle of a parched desert.

 

 

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Family is great!

So my little rat rod that gets me to work and back is in the hospital. It will take a week to get the part to fix it. Fortunately it doesn’t cost a fortune.

The grandsons are fixing a car for their  sister and cousin that I’m told will be sold to their aunt, another daughter.

In the mean time I get to drive it to work.

Family is wonderful.

Life is good.

Enjoy it and live it like you mean it!

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Tech no lies Tech no lousy

Went to the gas station. Did the whole credit card at the pump thing.

Had to go inside to the clerk to get my receipt — Again.

The guy at the next pump, same thing. It happens way too often. In fact more often than not I find myself going inside for a receipt.

His comment was, “All the time. Shitty technology, shitty service.”

Technology is amazing, but it is highly over promised. What ever the salesman say technology will do today, you can bet two or three upgrades down the road, that is what technology will be able to do.

If you want to know what today’s current technology will actually do today go back and see what the salesman said it would do two or three downgrades in the past.

And whatever he says it will do today you can happily look forward to it doing some time in the future.

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Just eat once in a while

Doesn’t anybody just eat any more?

People see an avocado — They want to make guacamole.

Someone sees a stalk of celery they want to add peanut butter or something else to it.

They have to make everything into a salad or a soup or a sandwich.

Surprise! You do not have to stuff a bell pepper. You can just pick it up and eat it. You can eat grapes without it being involved with a fruit salad. You can eat veggies that are raw all by themselves.

The worst offenders are often vegetarians. I had a friend who was a vegetarian. He invited me for dinner and I thought that was great. I love my veggies. But when I looked at my plate I could identify nothing that looked in the least like a veggie. Everything looked like some kind of meat patty with sauce on them.

I was very disappointed.

I know there is a wave of chefs on TV who can do amazing things with food — And that is okay too — But you don’t have to do anything with it at all.

Just pick it up and eat it.

 

 

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Tallness and Time

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I used to be tall. But before that I was short. The shortest kid in class. I was quick, I was coordinated. I could not be caught by any tall kids who wanted to mess with me. I loved it.

Then one summer I grew two inches.

I was the tallest kid in class. I was clumsy, I was uncoordinated. I didn’t dare use a fork or a knife for fear I’d poke my own eye out. No one had to trip me. Just stick their leg out and I’d trip over my own feet.

Eventually my muscles caught up with my bones and the next year I was normal as far as speed, agility, etc was concerned.

In 1965 six foot was tall. I was six-foot and a pinch.

I used to think women really didn’t like me. They just kept me around to reach things off the top shelf for them. To this day I will be shopping and some lady, sometimes even a man, will ask me to reach up and get something for them.

Nowadays six-foot isn’t all that tall and I’ve managed to shrink an inch.

So I guess by the time I’m a hundred  I’ll be this little old guy asking tall young folks to get things off the top shelves for me.

Circle of life, bud, circle of life.

 

 

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The protocol defense

Another relative is in the hospital. Call up, how they doing?

Can’t talk to you without a password.

Okay. I give the family password. Every since some public disservant invented the idea of necessary passwords we have had the same one.

Sorry, wrong password.

How can that be. It is the one we always use.

Oh, but now you can’t use the same password you used in the past. You have to have a brand new password every time now. This is for your own security.

Nobody here needs security. Nobody feels threatened or feels the need for protection.

Just the same, it is for your own protection.

What if somebody did feel threatened? What if someone felt they were in danger. What security precautions would you take then?

We do not discriminate. This is why we have passwords.

So you have just enough security in place to harass everyone but not enough to really protect anyone, is that correct?

I’m sorry you feel that way, sir.

So you are telling me what you have in place is The Protocol Defense. So long as you follow protocol you it doesn’t matter what happens or to whom it happens, you can’t be blamed.

That is why we have protocol, sir. Please call back when you have a password.

 

 

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What’s missing?

Social worker comes in with the doctor to tell the adult children their mother is going to be a vegetable if she ever revives and that is doubtful.

Everyone is nice. Everyone is kind.

When people get unruly or look like they might be going to argue the social worker politely heads off any potential problems.

The day comes, the decision is made, the anguish begins. People are in the hallways crying. People are bumping into walls because they can’t see where they are going. No one quite knows what to do for themselves or for each other.

But everybody tries their best.

Where is a social worker now? Where is anyone trained to deal with Post Death Shock?

Is anyone trained?

The plug is pulled, their job is done. They went home. If one of the survivors leaves a mess on the floor one of the janitors will clean it up before he or she goes home too.

It is a stock photograph.

No one questions it.

Visiting hours are over. Nothing to see here. Go home.

 

 

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