Several years ago my friend Kay O'Toole and I were in the back parking lot of her antigue store in Houston and she mentioned to me, she was thinking of building a house right at that spot. So I'm thinking, really. I have to say I was a little surprised, but then she pointed, drew on the ground with a stick, talked about the Greek classics, and then, it all made sense. Now look at it, it was all over Veranda Magazine this last spring and I'm sure many many blogs looking like everything she said it would. It just goes to show you what a women can do.
Halloween, is, just around the corner. So here's a little something I found in the backyard. A few bones, some graveyard pieces, and a very old pair of statues. I think this should scare the children. Now where are my grave markers?
I just spent almost a hour trying to remove a naked follower. I finally got it blocked. Help me Rhonda! I'm not a prude, but really I was in a panic. HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU? or am I just the lucky one.
The problem with Hollywood is that most artist can not afford to work and live here, it is the sad bitter truth. Which, brings me to the subject of a opening at the MorYork Gallery. Don't ask me where it's located because I got so lost on the freeway I thought I would never find it. Well I did find it and I did see what was a mindbending, compulsive, heartbeating, over the top, I can't believe I've never been here before, art installation. And this wasn't even the artist showing. This is the home and studio of the gallery owner. I loved it, and I hope you do, too.
Last Sunday, while selling at the Melrose Flea Market a gentleman and I starting talking about gardening and things and he proudly stated that he had a wonderful garden not too far from here. So of course, me being the jaded, cynical, not at all trusting gentleman that I am, I thought, oh yeah right! Well, see for yourself and this is just a fraction of the garden. And please take note of the giant Christmas cactus that was started from a cutting from the gentleman's great grandmothers plant. I was so pleased to see and photograph this garden (despite the rain), I will indeed return.
Tis the season to display scary and disturbing pictures, right? Well, this is my doll head collection. Long, long time ago in a place far away, (actually the place was a forest in Virginia about thirty years ago) I was out walking, enjoying the flora and fauna and through the mist and fog I looked down and saw my first found doll head. It was love at first sight. That moment, I became a boy who played with doll heads, well more like, I started collecting them. Anyway, today the cabinet has about 275, maybe more, I don't know I lost count. People do react when seeing this display, some good, some not so good. If I took a vote, females, not so good, men, good. You explain it.
Photo above by Gregory Han
Just for the record, as a collector, my rules are, I must find the head without the body, I never remove the head from a complete doll, never. Sadly though, what was once an unique and curious past time now competition to display and sell doll heads seem to be the trend. But, don't think I've stop collecting, I haven't. You never know when one will wash up.
Ok, so now that I have your attention. One of the fun things about living in Hollywood is you never know when you are going to see a movie star. Shallow as it sounds it's always a little bit of a thrill to see someone like Mr. Beatty. So I'm at the Polo Lounge having cocktails with friends and there he was in the booth right next to ours, looking not quite like this, but regal and handsome and oh so, the movie star, and did I say tall, well I'm telling you now, he's tall.
To know me, is to know my all time favorite art is folk art. Although, if you sent me a painting by Paul Gauguin I certainly wouldn't complain, I'm not a snob, just a misfit. So knowing this you can see my delight, when in the mail, came a box of bottle cap snakes all the way from Missouri. Thank you Cathy Cardin you are the best!