More of the old Georgia Stoneware Series with Yukon Gold & Sweet Potatoes.
Art In The Rural South
Planned a big thing with this one.
How it changed due to a comment over the subject and what was in their hands.
I thought, I'm not changing my history, my story, the my times on my grandads farm, just to make it more palatable to someone's pocketbook.
Then I remembered, the booze. The booze was always there too.
So I exchanged their hog whackin' bats for booze and it was all OK.
One thing will never change, the Boss always gets the good liquor.
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This painting is called Catfish Stringer, the latest from the food box series. It is available for one week click here
Below is The Long John Rabbit It was my previous most recent work in the Food Box Series. It sold.
That swamp dog has his scent, until something better comes along.
So I did this smaller version of sorts to try and work something out. It really doesn't do the big version justice, but I am happy with it nonetheless.
Then there was this fella, sneaking around in the Savannah marsh, looking for bullfrogs to gig. When I was a tiny kid my Grandad in Texas had a huge frog gig.
But don't get me started on hunting southern quail vs. California quail. There is no debate. California quail is a man challenge, Southern quail, you're letting the dog do all the work.Click here for my art listings (although some of my auctions do not show right away because eBay is really screwed up these days, so check back from time to time. I probably should be quitting eBay here in the near future, it's just become such an addicting activity with the art over the years.
And then there's some other things I have worked on and worked on then shoved someplace here and there. Later on that though, it aint like I'm getting paid to blog or something.
I think the cold is done for the year here. No more dealing with firewood and 4 layers of clothes. I've been working with themes lately. My Granddad had a meat house out at the farm. I remember the big tree trunk butcher block, the cedar ham curing box and the huge walk in freezer full of farm meat, homemade sausage, liver pudding, catfish stew, wild game and homemade cheese.
Lady With A Laying Hen Hat is what I call one of my Blue Burst Red Mud Paintings. This lady walks around selling eggs. The hen lays them on her head and she just drops them down into the basket. About as fresh as they get.
Old school food, I bought some Mexican blood sausage the other day and have a fridge full of farm fresh double yolk eggs-strange, odd shaped things you will never see in your chain grocer. Time for my shady painted figure to cook.
A lot of work went into this so far in anticipation for a show slated.
I didn't want to Red Mud it, market it, none of that. It was about art from being caught-up, that had to be made. It was about just having a show, taking a risk with something untested-what an art show is supposed to be.
It's too much. Red Muds were expected as well...of course.
The Estranged Series will roll on though until as fascination evolves locked away right here.
So I've gone through a few boxes of Natty's and other related junk food grocery store "art supplies" items.
Above is called "Drunk Drunker Than The Other"...and Chicken George Zupp keeps pestering me to make videos, jump back in the net art slap fight...but I'm drinking his beer!
Videos will reveal my secret in the other room, the show next year, it is the only room with video mojo. The work in oil, on canvas is just too big to hide, it cannot be seen yet, it may never be seen...but videos again I'm afraid, I am afraid.
No amount of Natty's will get this bird singing, I don't think. I should stay strong and shut my big fat mouth, I know I can't though, trying to be cryptic, here maybe, not intentional. On video? Noway in hell. I'm running out of time, so I better start talking here soon. After all I took this vow a long time ago, the vow of an internet artist, a vow ounce huffed can never be unhuffed.
It's like the last plans of the great Native American Chiefs-Fight to the death or give into the unstoppable Slurry.
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