Sunday, October 26, 2008

Colonel Sander's Home State

Over my daughter's Fall break (four day weekend), we made a trip to our neighboring state of Kentucky, and took her to Mammoth Cave ( it is a HUGE cave system ). I'd taken one of the tours as a kid some thirty years ago, and my wife and daughter both enjoyed it. We also went Alpine Sliding, hiking, biking, (gee, this makes us sound so out-doorsy and active! ).

I left a 2 buck tip for the house-keeping person at our Hotel in the hands of a plastic fork. I can only imagine the reaction upon sighting my generosity - "What the *&$@ is this?"

On the way back we spent the afternoon at the Louisville Zoo (where we were excited to see a colony of naked mole rats, because we're fans of Kim Possible). It was there that I left a clothes pin bird that I spent way too much time making in the car, and then in a hotel room.

Oh, the terrible feeling of rejection. I subtly set the bird down near one of the exhibits with a sticky note in it's mouth clearly reading "Take Me Home. Courtesy Bent Objects". So we're heading back out of the exhibit just in time to see a young mother noticing it, and bending down to read the note. My wife is whispering to me as we walk by, "Oh look! Oh look!", because we've never seen anyone actually find one of my wire things. I take a peek back after we walk 10 yards or so, to see she and her child walking away with the bird still there. Quite humbling. Ha!!

(it is kinda scary ugly looking)
On a separate note- cool dioramas.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Appetite for Destruction

Long story short, I wasn't planning to post this yet, but it's what I have available.  So here's the web premier of my Indianapolis Museum of Contemporary Art installation.  I call it "Appetite for Destruction".  In case you can't tell, I made it while thinking of the big event that's happening in the U.S. in early November.  

This one is a good one to click on to see up close.  

I hope you enjoyed it.  The real thing can be seen in the window of the museum through the rest of the year, I believe.  Like I said before, go to the bar across the street for some good food if you make the trip.  If you want to go inside, check for open hours.  Supposed to be a great show opening in November with a Hansel and Gretel theme.

Right now I'm reading a book my brother gave me-  "The Yiddish Policeman's Union", by Michael Chabon.  Wow, what a book!  This guy can really string a few words together.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Literary Interpretation

All I know is that when this idea came to me, it "clicked" ( I had posted the larger character by itself awhile back, but I new it needed more) . By "clicked", I mean that in my mind, the idea works on at least a couple of levels. Whether it does for anyone else remains to be seen. I have my doubts!

I don't like expanding on what I'm thinking though, so nobody hold their breath on that one.


On another note, Congrats to Matt Green for getting half of the U.K. to vote for his entry in the last contest! ha! ]

Matt and the two mediocre prize winners need to send me their addresses. Yes, I really am giving away the Starbucks card, and Victoria's Secret Panty card. If they aren't claimed in the next week, I can't make any promises that I won't use them myself (coffee for me, underwear for my wife).

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Do your part and vote... for the winner of a wire bug.

[EDIT- Polls are closed]

Thanks to all who entered in our little contest give-away for the Paintbrush Bug. It's been an interesting couple of days of checking in on the new entries and comments.

--------------------------------- the winner will get this ^

It was ridiculously hard to narrow the finalists down. Many clever entries were eventually eliminated. Please feel free to curse my name when you don't find your entry in the space that follows, there's a good chance that it deserved to be included, but what can I say? For all the enjoyment that I get from reading the entries as they come in, it's all balanced out by the part where I have to narrow them down. For quite a while, I was going to give up and put them all up for a vote, but that would have been the coward's way out.
[ Edit - My wife saw my choices a half hour after I posted and didn't agree with a couple and wanted me to change something! Too late! ]

Please go to the sidebar to the right to vote.

The contestants-

Blogger punkin said...

Others are bending words into strings of artful thought.

I cannot bend my mind easily along those twists and turns.

My thoughts are visual, following curves of bent and twisted wire where the bits are as interesting as the whole. A conduit of thought.

Blogger Sam said...

My three-year-old son is currently fascinated with bugs and spiders. When I showed him this photo and said you wanted to give it away, he said,


And then,

"How did he DO that?"

From the mouths of babes.

Blogger Lucretius said...

There once was a wiry lass
Who wanted a romp in the grass,
But she got no elation
'Cause her reputation
Was being a paint in the ass.


Blogger artfuldaughter said...

“Zhey’ll sproot vings und fly avay!” mother would scream in her guttural accent...
Inexplicable, as we were from Connecticut.

Tend to your brush, or else.

Her prophecy proved apt. My brush, neglected, fled.

How I was rueful that day. Rueful. Full of rue. Damn my arrogance.

I paint no more.


Blogger blueright said...

A brush - my wand
for with to create
A brush - an object
with secret life that must escape


Blogger mattgreen said...

Drosophila ferrodecorus

Habitat: well composed landscaped areas, often with streams in the foreground.

Ecology: often seen in the summer months predating on eisel and board. Dislikes damp or wet weather.

Status: in decline. Habitat threatened by electronic equipment and mice. Sustained collection and display by enthusiasts have exacerbated the decline.

Blogger AnneMarie said...

Prettily poised, the Parisian Paintbrush Pest pondered her predicament.
“In ipso facto,” she intoned, “I initially intended to
Navigate nearby. Notwithstanding my nervousness, I
Came to the crazy conclusion that a cross-continental cruise was
Exactly the essential elixir I should embrace.
An amazing affair arose, and I’m now artistic!

(The first letter of each line spells the French word for paintbrush - pinceau.)

Blogger Dharam said...

This is a limerick I made using all 100 tiles of the Scrabble game. The last 'u' and 'g' are the blanks:

I joined a paintbrush bug,
Squeezed its fly-eyed mug;
As I received an ovation
For a complex narration,
I work well to get a hug!


and now- The following people have already one some mediocre prizes!

First of all, I must award this used Starbucks card that at one time was worth fifty dollars. I believe it still has a little over $2, maybe even $2.50 on it. Not enough to get one of those expensive drinks with the whipped cream on top, but enough to get a large Iced Americano (my personal drink), or maybe some chocolate covered graham crackers.

This work, which has too many words (there were a few good ones like that) to be in the running to win the bug, tickled my fancy anyway (plus, she's followed this blog for a looong time). Congratulations!

Blogger The Takeout Wench. said...

The paintbrush bug was no ordinary bug.

He taught Michelangelo how to make marble take on an illusion of flesh and muscle,

he taught Vermeer how to paint light,

he taught Monet how to match his brushstrokes to nature's mood,

and he taught Picasso to paint fearlessly, all his inner turmoils.

His last student was by far his favorite --

Suzy, aged three, who loved finger-painting suns and clouds and kitty-cats.

The paintbrush bug taught her to never forget the joy of creating.

Suzy turned 10 and started pencil-sketching, and then she turned 14 and started taking pictures. By 17 she was writing poetry, and in college she took up pottery. The paintbrush bug watched her fall in love, get married, and have children; he sat on her dresser, forgotten but glad.

Suzy never became as famous as Michelangelo, as enterprising as Vermeer, as refined as Monet, or as notorious as Picasso.

Still, she taught her children to create, and find happiness in it, as soon as they were old enough to finger-paint.

The paintbrush bug eventually disappeared from that spot on Suzy's dresser, never to be found --

Maybe if you're lucky, he'll land in your life next.

Next we have johanna, who posted a poem. I had a couple of entries this time that were kind of downers to tell you the truth. I prefer Bent Objects to be a happy, twisted little place (other than my occasional political rant), but I keep the door open in these contests to most anyone who wants to enter. Anyway, I picked johanna's entry for a special prize because because we had something for her that amused me.

Here's her entry-
Blogger johanna said...

Flowers Of Black
a poem

She stands in the middle of the grave

Her flesh turning white as she stands over her own body

She looks around her as she watches her family sob

She is desperate to tell her mother her soul is still alive

Scared that her family wont celebrate the same as before

Watching her father praying to the lord

Everybody with their heads down in one row

Laying flowers on the brown casket

There is no point for flowers

It doesnt make any sense to her

Flowers of black

Flowers are not supposed to die with her

Flowers of black

Every soul always come back

She stands next to her older brother

Wondering if she made him proud

One tear falls from his cheek

She catches that one tear in her pale hand

Feels the salty drop and rubs it on her cheek

Because all she feels is numbness

No emotion left in that soul

But she still feels the warmth in her family

She knows they love her

She died too young but accomplished everything she wanted

She is just so surprised the random people around her

The love is in the air

Even if its love with sadness

In minutes she sees all the flowers in that casket

Flowers of black

Every Hand, every touch she counted

Red flowers turned to flowers of black

Flowers of black

Her soul always comes back

Copyrighted 2007

By : Johee

Here's what I have for you, Johanna. It came in the mail two days ago, and it entitles the person with the card to a pair of free panties the next time you visit Victoria's Secret. You get to choose from white, whisper pink, ivory, buff, or black.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

I want to give something away.

It's a paintbrush bug, from the days before I was doing more complex "narratives" with objects. It's been sitting on a shelf here at home for a few years, and it needs a home.

In the past, I've had contests for things. I'm always surprised at the efforts that people put forth for whatever freebies I post. I'm too lazy right now to link to it, but the time I gave away the free panty coupon for Victoria Secret might be my favorite. One things for sure though, these contests are my favorite part of having a blog.

In the past, I've asked for limericks, or haiku's ( though haiku's always get the short shrift because they're shorter). This time, I'm going to just limit you to fifty words or less and leave the rest up to you. A story, poem, song, however you feel moved.

In the end, I'll put the finalists up for a vote, because trying to judge these things myself can be fun, but I don't want that kind of pressure this time.

Please, only one try per person. We'll have a vote Thursday and Friday to find out the winner. Have fun!

Thursday, October 09, 2008

An apple, and a few words from me.

So, today I'm depressed.   Probably part of the reason is finishing the project of the museum window installation (I don't know about you, but after my initial "high" of finishing a big project, a bit of depression comes along and evens things out).  The other part is this ridiculous election campaign that we have going on in the U.S. right now.  

I just erased two rather wordy paragraphs to quickly get to my point-  We now have people in our country who seem to believe that one of our presidential candidates is a terrorist (?!) because that's how his opponents are trying to label him.  The downward spiral of intelligence is frightening.  Then again, maybe I just gave people ( media, politicians, and general public) too much credit in the first place.  

Anyway, here's another one for the kids.  Maybe they can straighten this mess out in their lifetimes.  Now I'm going to make some tea.  I'll be fine.  Really.

 A is for Apple.  

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Finishing my art installation today.

Today I'll be down at IMOCA finishing the installation piece that I created for their front window. I hope those of you around the Indianapolis area will be able to drop by during the next few months and check it out.   

Right across the street from the museum is a bar/pub that has a really good beef brisket barbeque sandwich.  I recommend it.  Especially if it's a nice day and you can sit on the balcony.

That is all.

Thursday, October 02, 2008