Sunday, December 13, 2015

Good Trip


It's been a good trip.




Thomas Fredrick Wold


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Saturday, December 12, 2015

December View




This.


 SLO town.



 Marriott from Motel 6.



 Nature nearby.


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Friday, December 11, 2015

Non-objective Art


 Tanya and I were in the fast-growing town of San Louis Obispo for the last couple of days and while she went to some work-related meetings I made these "non-objective" pictures.

 I am so  accustomed to record what I see while drawing that it is quite a shift of gears to draw without referring to the usual aspects-- but since cell phone cameras are so ubiquitous for capturing images, it is fun to make pictures without reference to the natural world.



I have heard and even made the criticism regarding non-objective art that "any child could do that", and maybe they could--but for me as an experienced old-fashioned draw-what-you-see-and-the-most-realistic-one-wins kind of artist--this is not exactly true.


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Monday, December 7, 2015

New Direction







Hello.

Here we are in December 2015 doing what we do.

Tanya practices the piano, bakes and cooks good food and cuts hair--I sub teach, play with papier mache and paint, eat and sleep, Its a pretty good life.

This seems to be a new direction for The Imhotep Construction Company,

Glad you are along for the ride.

Best wishes,

T&T


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Friday, December 4, 2015

Pop Leaves His Body




Mom and Pop, 50th Wedding Anniversary


In his early eighties, Pop "left his body", as they say, in his paid-for small A-frame house overlooking the dry Ventura River valley between Ojai and Ventura CA while I was on pilgrimage in Italy.

My mother and brothers took care of everything--I was far away and out of touch--and when I returned from my long pilgrimage, I stayed near Mom, living in my camper pick-up truck parked in front of that little house perched on the steep slope of Laughing Mountain for a couple of years.

Mom had a white Toyota but lost her driver's license because of poor vision.The Sky High house was miles from Ventura or Ojai, so I became her chauffeur.

We drove to weekly portrait painting classes from Carlisle Cooper at Ventura Community College--sometimes we would walk on the Ventura beach by the pier. I rode my bike (a gift from, the Coopers) to the Krotona Institute to visit their library once a week or so and took part in the musical activities at the Lutheran church in Ventura where, because of my good parents,  I was a tolerated if hairy peculiarity.

I worked the night shift at an Alzheimer's care facility in nearby Casitas Springs. There I saw how tenuous is the grasp on "ordinary reality'' for elderly people with this condition--how they can mentally come and go--in and out, from moment to moment

Ah, life, life, life. How strange it is.

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Set New Course









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