Birds in Tree

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When you come around one certain spot in the White Rock Lake trail you pass a band of trees that line the water’s edge. There are a number of very large birds (I know nothing of what they are) that are always hanging out in these certain trees. I don’t know if it is the location or the species of trees that attracts these birds – but they are always there and I don’t see them anywhere else.

The amount of bird shit is distressing. The caustic guano kills everything. I even think there is so much nitrogen that it is killing the trees themselves. I know bird shit is a fertilizer and should help the plants…. but everything is a remedy and a poison – it all depends on the dose.

The birds must live off of fresh water fish that they catch by diving from their lofty perch. In addition to the usual acrid smell of shit – there is an overpowering fishy odor.

Guitar Player on a Column

Dan Colcer
Deep Ellum Art Park
Dallas, Texas

Dan Colcer Deep Ellum Art Park Dallas, Texas

Dan Colcer
Deep Ellum Art Park
Dallas, Texas

The same artist did this one:

Painting at the entrance to the Urban Gardens, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

Painting at the entrance to the Urban Gardens, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

from This Entry

After the Parade

Bishop Arts District, Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas (click to enlarge)

Bishop Arts District, Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas
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About two weeks after Mardi Gras, Bishop Arts District, Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas

Laissez les bons temps rouler

Bishop Arts District, Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas

Bishop Arts District, Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas

The Drummer

Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
—-Henry David Thoreau

Trans.lation Market, Vickery Meadows, Dallas, Texas, part of the Nasher Exchange Exhibition

Vickery Meadows, Dallas, Texas (click to enlarge)

Vickery Meadows, Dallas, Texas
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Red Trombone

“Come with uncle,” I said, “and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.”
—-Alex, A Clockwork Orange

Mardi Gras
Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas (click to enlarge)

Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas
(click to enlarge)

Forty Thousand Years of Art in Fifty Eight Minutes

Plaza of the Americas
Dallas, Texas

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During the week, after work, I am so tired. All I can think of is getting home and falling into bed. The whole world feels dim and tilted – sloping toward the land of nod.

This is not a good thing – I don’t want to sleep my life away. I try and figure out something to do after work every day. I’m not always successful – but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep trying.

So I saw that tonight was an Art History lecture at Kettle Art in Deep Ellum (this is the gallery where I bought my bargain painting a month ago). Painter and educator Justin Clumpner was giving a talk in BYOB Art History:

Justin Clumpner’s titillating presentation on this-thing-we-call-art kicks off the final weekend of “Love, Death, + The Desert”. Join us tomorrow night at 7 for the first installment of Justin’s behind-the-scenes glimpse into the strange and mysterious world of art through the ages.

That sounded like fun – so I decided to go.

I’ve always had a soft spot for Art History. I took a year of it in college, as a break from my chemistry classes (and in a vain attempt to meet women). It turned out to be a revelation.

My instructor was an interesting person. On the first day of class he said, “We are supposed to go from ancient art to the present, but we are going to stop at 1860, because there hasn’t been anything worthwhile done since.” He lived in a world of his own – a world filled exclusively with the art of yesteryear. He talked about the Roman Colosseum and how it had canvas shades that would extend out over the audience. He asked, “Those astro-dome things nowadays have that too, don’t they?” The man had no idea what a modern sports stadium was.

But he was able to teach. I was fascinated by how, with a little instruction and after looking at thousands of projected 35mm slides from a rotating carousel in a darkened room (these were the days before powerpoint – and possibly better for it) – I could look at a totally unknown painting and tell who had painted it and in what year, give or take a few.

My biggest problem is that I would have four hours of chemistry lab before the art history class. I had to make a difficult left brain-right brain switch in only a few minutes of walking across campus. I remember looking at a slide of a beautiful Byzantine Mosaic and all I could think of was, “What pigment did they use to get that blue?”

One day I left my lab, walked to art history, ate lunch, studied on campus for a few hours, then walked the two miles to my apartment. I started cooking dinner when my roommates came home. They stared at me and said, “Bill, what the hell is that on your face?” I realized I still had my big heavy laboratory goggles on. I was so used to them I forgot to take them off and still felt normal. I can’t believe nobody had said anything to me yet that day – I must have looked like an idiot.

Today, after work, I caught the Red DART line downtown and then transferred to the Green to get to Deep Ellum. The Transit Gods smiled on me and I didn’t have a wait – so I arrived early. The talk was billed as BYOB and I wish I had gone to pick up a growler of local beer – but I settled for a little metal flask loaded with a few draughts of precious Ron Flor de Cana.

The Altamira Bison

The Altamira Bison

The talk was really interesting. Of course, it could only be a quick overview, from cave paintings of forty thousand years ago to post-modernism in one hour is a tough and fast voyage – but Justin Clumpner is a high school art teacher and knows how to bring an audience along with him.

He said he wanted to make the BYOB Art History Talks a regular thing, maybe once a month. I hope so – it will be cool to hear him talk about some themes and topics in a more detailed, comprehensive way. If you want to give it a shot, like Kettle Art and watch their feed – I’ll see ya there.

Maybe I’ll be able to get a growler of beer to bring. Some fresh local beer and an art history lecture… that’s a good way to spend a work night. Better than collapsing at home.

Quanta: Celtic Spirit Catcher

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”

― Carlos Castaneda

“The stars are reflected from within the black water in the cistern. I find comfort in the omen I glean from this: light in the darkness, truth when it seems there is none.”

― Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers

David McCullough, Dallas
Quanta: Celtic Spirit Catcher
2000, Acrylic, F6 Cement, Foam, Wire
Frisco, Texas

David McCullough, Dallas Quanta: Celtic Spirit Catcher

David McCullough, Dallas
Quanta: Celtic Spirit Catcher

David McCullough, Dallas Quanta: Celtic Spirit Catcher

David McCullough, Dallas
Quanta: Celtic Spirit Catcher

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LBJ/Central Station

There is art where you least expect it. There is beauty in the most mundane.

The scenes you see every day, the dreary landscape of grinding drudgery is too often not seen. Take a look.

LBJ/Central StationDART Red Line

LBJ/Central Station, providing easy access to Texas Instruments’ main campus, links nature and technology with cast stone columns with circuit board designs imbedded as insets. Built on the historic John B. Floyd farm acreage, the station also features a trellis gateway to the station platform. Station design team artist Frances Merritt-Thompson also produced the translucent panels in the overhead truss openings depicting images of the area.

DART LBJ/Central Station Frances Merritt-Thompson (click to enlarge)

DART LBJ/Central Station
Frances Merritt-Thompson
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Circuit Board Details in support columns DART LBJ/Central Station Frances Merritt-Thompson (click to enlarge)

Circuit Board Details in support columns
DART LBJ/Central Station
Frances Merritt-Thompson
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DART LBJ/Central Station Frances Merritt-Thompson (click to enlarge)

DART LBJ/Central Station
Frances Merritt-Thompson
(click to enlarge)

Other entries/photos from DART Stations:
Carrollton Collages
Plaza of the Americas, DART Station at Night
Gateway
Bike Lids
Next Stop
Dart Sunset

The Wiz

“I understood that fate could not be eluded forever; it came on leathery wings, swooping through the darkness like the bats in the orchards.”

― Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers

Zeke: It’s a twister! It’s a twister!

The Wizard of Oz

Art Shirer, Dallas
The Wiz, 2001, Steel, Paint
Frisco, Texas

Art Shirer, Dallas The Wiz

Art Shirer, Dallas
The Wiz

Art Shirer, Dallas The Wiz

Art Shirer, Dallas
The Wiz