Peeks at my artwork, selections from my collection of ephemera, vanity, and a generous dash of absurdity.

 

Just uploaded Autumnuts Playlist of Decay and Desiccation to Mixcloud

1.Man Thoughts
byBig City Orchestra
2.Hard Days Night
byPeter Sellers
3.Shadowman
byLink Wray
4.The Blaze
byInvisible Hands
5.Riddler!
byThe Fall
6.Speed Roadster
byDavid Lynch
7.Don’t Do Anything Illegal
byCharles Manson
8.Sympathikus: Euphorie / Hin.Weg.
byJazzWerkstatt Wien New Ensemble
9.Caucasian Guilt
byNoh Mercy
10.St Glès Des Vosges
byToupidek Limonade
11.Sinister
byDieter Moebius
12.Little Lungs
byBig Blood
13.Healing Song
byWahanaka
14.Black Moon
byTerje Isungset
15.Afraid
byNico
16.Bach: Cello Suite #2 In D Minor, BWV 1008 - Allemande
byJohann Sebastian Bach
17.Time Of The Assassins
byCharlotte Gainsbourg
18.Resurrection
byBurchette Brothers

"Mister Cinnamon" dried out his feathers and (hopefully) flew away this morning.

Crazy but true…The first thing I did this morning was go outside to check on him. I didn’t see him anywhere, then, as I was walking back down the stairs toward the house, I saw him WALKING OVER THE THRESHOLD into my studio! The dogs were so stunned at this unexpected development that they froze, and watched with wide eyes as M.C. took a tour around the room then walked out to greet me! 

He stayed on the patio for about 30 minutes, with me talking to him, feeding him seeds, and taking his picture. I went inside to grab my coffee, and when I returned…he was gone. I’ll choose to imagine that crows did not grab him and fly him off to an unholy bar-b-que.

Yes, this is the ongoing saga of my Saturday. I built a little “coop” to protect the still-dazed pigeon from the crows who began circling and cawing menacingly—sounding the “dinner bell”, one might say…Now Mister Cinnamon is safely sleeping his troubles away, with food, water and shelter at his disposal. If he is still ailing tomorrow, I’ll be building a real coop for him until his missing tail feathers grow back. 

Yes, this is the ongoing saga of my Saturday.
I built a little “coop” to protect the still-dazed pigeon from the crows who began circling and cawing menacingly—sounding the “dinner bell”, one might say…
Now Mister Cinnamon is safely sleeping his troubles away, with food, water and shelter at his disposal. If he is still ailing tomorrow, I’ll be building a real coop for him until his missing tail feathers grow back. 



Rescued this guy from a crow attack this morning. He (or she) is missing a couple of tail feathers, but as long as I keep him sheltered from predators, he might have a fighting chance. Look at that keen little eye!

Rescued this guy from a crow attack this morning. He (or she) is missing a couple of tail feathers, but as long as I keep him sheltered from predators, he might have a fighting chance. Look at that keen little eye!

"American Laydee", a triptych of found Ebay listing photos. -MRR

"American Laydee", a triptych of found Ebay listing photos. -MRR

Francoise Pascal. Still from Jean Rollin’s The Iron Rose.

Francoise Pascal. Still from Jean Rollin’s The Iron Rose.

I swear I’m not retarded…this is apparently what the first coats of glaze on ceramics look like. My first projects are a giant owl, a hammerhead shark, and an early 70’s bowler.
It took me 4 hours to paint these motherfuckers with multiple coats of glazes. I’ll clap my hands and do a little dance if they come out of the kiln intact.

I swear I’m not retarded…this is apparently what the first coats of glaze on ceramics look like. My first projects are a giant owl, a hammerhead shark, and an early 70’s bowler.
It took me 4 hours to paint these motherfuckers with multiple coats of glazes. I’ll clap my hands and do a little dance if they come out of the kiln intact.

"The Bowler’s Secret." My first foray into ceramics. This is pre-2nd kiln firing.

"The Bowler’s Secret." My first foray into ceramics. This is pre-2nd kiln firing.