Just came across a new wire sculpture by artist Diane Komater.
Immediately, I could hear the gentle screech screech of a wire cock swinging back and forth, hanging from the fence of my childhood backyard in the cool fall evening breeze. Then my mind took me on a whirlwind trip around thoughts of aging, how we age, how we treat those older than us, how our perspective on age changes as we age, death and dying … screech screech. Ok, well nevermind all that. Turns out she’ll be at Ft. Mason soon. I’ll go check her work out – and see if it sways.
Strange and twisted isn’t it,
My black and shriveled witch’s tit?
It’s like a wineskin sans the wine,
A brittle, morbid eglantine.
It’s mummy’s flesh but not as old,
Yet just as dry and twice as cold.
You cannot take your eyes from it–
So come and try my witch’s tit.
— Pozo Estancado
You won’t see these in Chinatown,
Unless a midget slaps them down:
A strident snap, a tiny flash–
All over but the stain and splash.
These remind me of the snappers you can buy in Chinatown. Those are the annoying little bits of gunpowder and rocks twisted up in paper that go snap when you throw them against something.
— Pozo Estancado
Like sponges on a coral shoal
Who bob and sway with ocean’s roll,
These willies live to spend their glands
When petted by your able hands.
— Pozo Estancado
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Shapelock is this wonderful new product just out on the market that is malleable at warm temperatures that most hands can tolerate.
When it cools, it becomes hard. AND you can reheat it to reshape it and make it into something else when you’re done using it in its current shape.
So, I visit a friend of mine who has just bought a 1-lb bag. I see he’s used it to cap his half empty bottle of wine.
Then I see he’s fancily held his toast tongs together with a strip of the stuff.
And then next to some paper plates, a can of beans, a plant, a Fry’s receipt and his glasses, I notice a part of the body that I usually crochet is shaped out of his new favorite material.
We have a short anatomy lesson that it’s missing a bit. I don’t think he did that on purpose, thankfully, but I am consciously choosing not to analyze further what that might mean. I’ll settle with this shape being much easier to construct. Yeah, that’s what it was.
Naked knitted family.
A whole family of naked knitted bodies. That the whole family can wear.
I found this hilarous – and a lot of work. We wear costumes all the time and maybe most of the time we don’t call them that. But what happens when the costume matches our naked body?
I’m sorry the link at fecal face doesn’t work anymore.
Is this like those empathy bellies for men?
As a female friend and I were staring at a piece of art that looked like a scrotum, she turned to me and said, “Imagine carrying those around with you all day!” I guess now she won’t have to.
If you know who the artist is, I’d love to know. The photo references widelec.org which appears to be a Polish site which I cannot navigate well enough to find source info on this pic.
Close to these knitted pants is this family wearing knitted naked outfits that match their bodies (at least I think so).
I ran into Kurt Schaefer again with a piece of wood that was a tad more charred than if it had come off one of our lasers.He explained, “yeah, I had this xy-table from 15 years ago and I’ve been switching out heads on it. Decided to try and make myself a laser.”
“So you bought a tube and attached it…” I knee-jerkily suggested.
“No, it’s the cheapest laser around. I attached a magnifying glass to the head. And I use the sun.”
“See here, I thought the break in the first ‘e’ was from the sun moving by the time it got back to the start. To test that, I did another ‘e’ a little slower and the gap turned out larger.”
As he left, he mumbled something about gathering sun motion charts based on earth location and factoring compensation into his code.
So I wander over to talk to my office studio mate to find out more about the great music he’s playing and …
And I am confronted with a pile of ABS plastic faces, feet, and asses – the latter being the most plentiful.
“I’m an ass man, what can I say?” he replies.
Asses with half thighs, asses with half-baked torsi, faces with just mouths and no eyes – jobs incomplete as he tests his unique enhancements to his 3D printers.
Eddy Vromen is a RepRapper. he builds his own 3D plastic parts from about a 1-ft cube machine he built from a kit.
Usually people build gears or specially shaped parts to hold electronics. Eddy will build your ass. Out of ABS plastic. If you let him.
Contact Eddy at eddy_vromen (at) hotmail (dawt) com