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
I had some very special items pop up in my garden this valentine’s day.
That tall purple one grew out of 100% cotton and is fully functional as a dish scrubber – watch!
I’m considering submitting these to the Crocheted Heart Challenge.
Kinda like the venus flytrap – It’s Alive! Watch!
I just noticed that the last several posts I’ve made are all phallic-focused. Yeah, they are fun little creatures, they appear out of nowhere in thought and sometimes otherwise. But really, there is more to life. Even mine.
I was preparing materials for a light holiday-focused fun laser class a few days ago, playing with spray paint and acrylic.
I was showing a friend the series, “I started with this plain snowman here but you know me, I can’t leave well enough alone.”
He replied, “So you moved the carrot nose down to his crotch?”
“Heyyy, that never occurred to me.” And it was true.
I put my face on it, of course!
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
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).