August 24, 2014
It's been a long, hot summer, but I have finally just filled the 12th garbage container with crap from my studio.
Garbage In, Garbage Out: Doc Holliday Gets A Reprieve
At the last second I pulled out the Doc, at bottom, and decided it was a waste of art board to not at least give it a go. I also grabbed two Wild Bill boards:
Wild Bill Rejects
I was distracted by The 66 Kid rollout in Kingman last week (and the week before) and it took me a while to get back up to speed at the office when I got back, but this weekend I really tore into the piles of bad art. And, I have more than a couple piles going:
Breezeway Mess
This is the artwork piled in my breezeway OUTSIDE the studio, because there's not more room to stack piles inside the damn place. Here's the floor next to my art desk:
Rejects and True West Moment artwork (in black and white, at left)
I finally got to the bottom of my wash stand which has been smothered for at least six months. Here is the residue, the last layer of, well stuff. Found two of my old cameras including my Hi8 camera and the owner's manual.
Odds and Ends In The Sink and On The Counter in my Morgue
Do I save the owner's manual? I've had it for 20 years. Is it something someone collects? Or is it clutter in a cluttered space that needs to be ruthlessly chucked? I'm leaning towards Chuck City because i just don't have the space or the patience to store this stuff.
Grabbed some new watercolor tubes I bought on Friday at Arizona Art and decided to paint with abandon. Hey, it's already ruined so who cares?
Daily Whipout: "Wild Bill Inexplicable"
Repainted the entire piece in about 35 minutes, just letting the paint go where it wanted to go. I don't know if it works, but it is definitely inexplicable. Ha.
The verdict on the Doc Holliday is still out but I'll finish that sucker in the morning and post it here for your dining pleasure.
"Triple A, this is Triple B and I need a battery."
—my daughter Deena mocking me as I ordered a battery from Triple A in Kingman last week