Graffiti, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
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When Do People Start To Resemble Their Pets?
Deep Ellum Arts Festival, Dallas, Texas
Choose Your Weapon
Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Only the Accordion Player
“A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.”
― Tom Waits
Ginny Mac, with Brave Combo, Deep Ellum Arts Festival, Dallas, Texas, in the middle of The Beer Barrel Polka
Brave Combo
Fracture Zone
This weekend is the Deep Ellum Arts Festival – which I refer to as the Deep Ellum Festival of Arts, Music, Food, and Bad Tattoos. Our plans are to go on Sunday afternoon, when there will be an impressive lineup of music that includes two of my favorite local bands: Home by Hovercraft, and Brave Combo.
Every year though, I like to buy a little monster head in a box, a sculpture by David Pound. He makes little heads out of Polymer Clay and found objects, and mounts them in wooden boxes. I love his work. By Sunday, I was afraid his selection would be thinned out too much, so I decided to ride down on the DART train after work and pick one up Friday evening, when the festival first opened.
I made it down there and walked back and forth along the long line of booths about three times before I saw his booth. For some reason, every year I have trouble finding it, although it’s pretty much in the same place.
David Pound’s booth of little monster heads in wooden boxes at the Deep Ellum Arts Festival always draws a crowd.
At any rate, his work was as great as ever. As I looked over the selection, people kept coming in and exclaiming how cool the little monsters were and how imaginative everything was. It was very hard for me to make up my mind -there was the guy with the mouse in his mouth, the alien with cat shoulder blades for ears, or the guy with mole hands sticking out the top of his head.
While I was looking a young girl with bright purple hair that was walking around with her parents bought a yellow head. I told her, “That’s the one I was going to get.”
“Really?”
“No, I’m just teasing.”
Actually, hers was the last one I would have bought. It looked cool, but didn’t have a real face. I decided to buy one that had a wry expression, and picked out one called Fracture Zone.
I hope you like him.
Fracture Zone
The heads I bought in previous years:
Persuation
Burrow
Earrings I had David Pound make for Candy for Mother’s Day last year.
Skull
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Deep Ellum Graffiti
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Well, there’s a lion… and a tree, and desert plants, and a stylized rose and a burning dove with a key on a rope and an arm and an eye and…. plenty to go around.
Yeah, right.
A Well Muscled Aztec Warrior
I remember, once upon a time, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, having a conversation with a cow-orker about art. We were in a bullpen-style office, during a break, and talking about buying artworks, where to find affordable paintings, if affordable, original art was worth the cost for poor workin’ stiffs like us or if we were better off with prints or reproductions… that sort of thing.
All of a sudden, a voice broke in. It was from another worker, one that we never thought would be interested in the subject. He was a good guy, bright enough, but not from the city. You can take the boy out of the backwoods, but you can’t take the backwoods out of the boy. His voice was slightly garbled from the giant chaw of tobacco he had stuck in his lower lip.
He said, “Oh, I just bought an original painting, myself.”
We were a little stunned at this admission. After a few seconds, I regained my composure and asked, “Oh, what did you buy?”
He said, “A painting of a well muscled Aztec warrior on black velvet.”
Not that I have anything against black velvet paintings, but at that time I didn’t really consider them art.
In the intervening decades between who I was then and who I am now… I have changed my mind.
Graffiti in Deep Ellum. This warrior is nothing if not well-muscled… plus he is carrying off his prize of war.
Cathedonia
Along the walls near the Deep Ellum Green Line DART station are some odd, wonderful, and striking portraits, all marked Cathedonia.
These are the work of a local artist, Cathey Miller. She does a lot of varied work, including professional scene painting and such.
From her online bio:
Since 2001, the subject of my personal artwork has been the mythical planet of Cathedonia, a place I invented and populated with only my closest friends . My amateur studies in particle physics convinced me that I existed simultaneously in a parallel universe, flying around in a spaceship, drinking big gulps, and saving the earth from monsters.
My paintings are portrait based explorations into a symbol rich outer space environment. These images are painterly, colorful, and communicate Cathedonian ideals of truth, beauty, girl power, and heroism in the face of gigantic eagle headed flying intergalactic lobsters.
Entrance on Exposition
Bill Chance 