8:09 AM, Altadena, CA. The picture behind the book is a breed of dog called a Shiba Inu. They are independent in temperament and can be described as having cat-like qualities. That means they are keen observers, fastidious self-groomers, and can appear to be disinterested to people. I’d recommend the breed for experienced dog owners who aren’t afraid to assert their dominance over a dog that will run roughshod over anything if it can. Mine is well behaved, finally.
1:00 PM, Altadena, CA. I did the oil painting in back of the book a long time ago when I was interested in conventional narratives using traditional media. The image was a howling dog. I’m looking at it now and a picture of a howling dog is better with a spy book on top of it.
1:05 PM, Altadena, CA. The oil painting in back of the book was in a show at the Irvine Fine Arts Center a long time ago. It was a straight ahead narrative using conventional media but had an unconventional title that offended the reviewer of the show. I wasn’t really surprised since it was shown in Orange County, California, a relatively conservative place.
8:32 AM, Altadena, CA. What happens when you forcefully combine disparate things? You get a dead orchid posed with an upside-down paperback book called “Shaft”.
12:22 PM, Altadena, CA. I wasn’t searching for anything. It was there. White on white.
3:38 PM, Burbank, CA. Another oddity around here is food on the roof. Who thought of that?
11:54 AM, Glendale, CA. Not a random snapshot but it looks like it. What’s important here is the falling sign in the background. It could be a subliminal message if you are planning to enroll.
9:10AM, Altadena, CA. I’m fond of unusual visual narratives and especially the kind that are disruptive. This was a result of my combination of several disparate images all morphed into one. It occupies an area between analog and tech and is packaged with a glossy resin finish. I’ve made more.
3:00 PM, Altadena, CA. I love banal imagery and paper sculpture. This is what happened when the two came together with a little help from some additional acrylic paint.
8:28 AM, Dallas, TX. I’m surprised by the power of banality. Walking around downtown Dallas, I came across this image of the morning sunlight hitting a lone garbage bag. It was so beautiful that I returned the next day to take another picture but was disappointed because the sunlight was missing. I guess that the lighting worked for me and it was the thing that made a banal event so special in the first place.