Balanced ocean rocks pop up every now and then along the coast. This attempt was one of the better ones by an unidentified artist. The Pacific Ocean is a stone’s throw away.
We have a solar light that no longer works except if sunlight strikes it–the glass comes alive. It is fitting that the “broken” light is next to a metal spinner that no longer turns, instead, it gathers cobwebs. These items have become broken art.
The walls of the historic Carmel Mission are looking good if you like the worn out look. I do.
Gnarled trunks and bare branches are all that’s left of two “dead” cypress trees in a wind swept front yard by the ocean. I like the look. Natural art.
I rarely look at Carmel homes across the street from Pacific Ocean, but there is one worth a glimpse as Valentine’s Day approaches. Kudos to the designer of this display–particularly like the spatial placement of the oversized red roses, the red lips(a leaf) of the flower woman and the faithful little dog below her.
The driveway has become ground zero this week for our fabric dye factory.
I have a collection of abalone shells that I occasionally move around a ceramic face created by a friend, Maggie Jimenez. Here is a photo of the latest “version”.
Holiday lights after a rain in daylight…bleak or beauty? To me the wet bulb looks like blown glass, a promise of art in the making.
In my foray into water colors, I was careful to avoid “hands” as unlike Michelangelo, I can’t draw fingers. But I had fun–I did not suffer for my art. Here is Fred Piselli, star of my saga on clowns that smoke. Bottom line: Draw, don’t smoke!