Perhaps the derivation of the word “skullcap.” Perhaps not. I am convinced an aggressive forceps delivery 65 years ago activated an area of my brain at birth that bears total responsibility for my particular view of the world. Now what’s your excuse?
For almost a year now I have been a guest blogger for Soul Flower. Discovered them a year ago after searching the web for “hippie clothing.” Their slogan is “Cool Threads for Kind Heads,” and a few months after my first order of their Puttin’ on the Jam Patch Pants, I was invited to join their Vibe Tribe as a guest blogger. I love their clothing and accessories, and even though they have more for women than for men, I was delighted to blog for them.
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My wife, Betsy Alexander, recently returned from ten days in Canada. And all I got was this wonderful, amazing, right-up-my-alley t-shirt by indigenous artist, Andy Everson. Says Andy, “Skulls bring up a wide gamut of emotions. Each and every one represents a life lived and a life lost. We honour that our ancestors are now in the ground. They surround us…the story is in the soil.” The trousers are “Puttin’ On The Jam” pants from Soul-Flower.com, and the one of a kind hat made from sewn-together clothing labels is by trash artist, Donna Steck-McMahon. Body by the planet Earth, but it’s only on loan.
The work of David Wander that caught Betsy’s eye is pictured at above. It is titled Lavendar Field. The small oil painting (13.5″ X 17″) was on display in the window of the Sande Webster Gallery, 2006 Walnut Street, in Philadelphia. As Betsy tells it, it was love at first sight, and she felt an overwhelming desire to enter the gallery and purchase the piece. It now occupies a prominent place in the piano studio.
David’s work can be viewed on his website at http://davidwanderstudio.com/index.html
He may contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
In Philly, David’s work is avalable at
Sande Webster Gallery
2006 Walnut St. Philadelphia PA 19103
Okay. Here’s what happened: Fifteen years ago I had a dream. There was no mountain top involved, just me hanging out with Pablo Picasso in his studio. At one point in our conversation, Pablo lifted his cup of coffee to his lips, sipped quietly, and then said, “Art is a leap into the dark.” When I awoke, I thought to myself, that’s cool. I must have read that quote somewhere, though I didn’t know where. It ended up being used in my artist’s statement on my website – attributed, of course, to Picasso. I liked it so much, in fact, I even drew it on the wall and floor of my studio.
Jump ahead ten years. I receive an email from a university student who was writing her thesis on Pablo Picasso. She had come across the quote on my website and wanted to use it, but she had not found the quote listed anywhere else, and she needed to know my source. Evidently, it had not turned up in any online searches or in any of the printed material she had read on Picasso.
Hmmm. Had I put words into the virtual mouth of Pablo? And if that were the case, was not the quote actually by me? So, I began my own online research and, sure enough, the only appearance of the quote was on my website and in two quote databases, both of which listed my website as the source. On the strength of the sort of overwhelming evidence in favor of my inadvertent authorship via dream script, I began taking credit for the wise words.
Jump ahead another five years. A Google search this evening turned up many listings of the quote, mostly attributed to Picasso, but there were a few attributed to me. What to do? Do I surrender authorship to the more famous of the two of us? Do I continue to claim authorship based on the dream and the seeming evidence that it first appeared in my artist’s statement? Or do I share authorship with a nod to the generally accepted notion that “great minds think alike”?
Hmmm. I guess until I get that letter from Paloma’s attorney, I’ll keeping saying, “Art is a leap into the dark.” – Yow!
Yes. Betsy Alexander, musician, composer, visual artist, collector, teacher, gardener – and my wife – has her very own website. It’s called Betsy’s Wonderful Things and can be found at, of all places, http://betsyswonderfulthings.com
Mixed media sculpture by Carol Cole.
Every day is an adventure if you open yourself to it. And that day we were both open to it. So, as we walked down Walnut Street in Philadelphia, we found ourselves drawn to the activity and, subsequently, the art of one Damian DeGiosio as he sat cross-legged on the sidewalk, a series of tiny paintings displayed around him on pieces of cardboard. But it was not the cardboard he was painting on. It was matchbooks. Each one had been carved, cut, painted, drawn upon, and collaged – cityscapes and landscapes, mostly. And in each, the matches, themselves, figured prominently in the composition. We were fascinated by the tiny worlds he’d created from something that usually gets used and then tossed away. Of course, we just had to bring a few of them home. Here they are. You can read more about and from him at the URL below the last image.
A make-over for the door to my studio. I was going through some of my stash in the basement when I came upon a couple of old painted canvases from maybe 25-30 years ago, and it struck me that sections of them would look good on the outside of the door to my studio. Box cutter in hand, I went to work cuttting out a couple of smaller rectangular pieces from the larger stretched canvases. Then I grabbed a bucket of matte medium, a large brush and a roller and went to work gluing the sections to the door. What fun! This is a work in progress and next I’ll be painting the abstract shapes freely drawn with a broad-tipped sharpie around the edges. Who knows what else I may add before I proclaim it finished. Never fear. I’ll keep you posted.
Many years ago, while at brunch with friends, I uttered the line that was to become representative of my peculiar sense of humour: “If I had meditated as often as I have masturbated, I’d have become enlightened by now.” No doubt, this line will be the first one spoken in my eulogy many, many years from now. But until then, I will wear it proudly as my newest t-shirt design now available from redbubble.com. And you can too! Check it out HERE.