One of the great things about living in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains is the presence of hundreds of miles of hiking trails.
The Superstitions are considered some of the most arduous in North America. With summer temperatures hovering well over 110°F (43°C) and monsoon rains causing flash floods with little to no warning, many people die every year on the trails.
The Apache believe the Superstitions are holy, and that one needs to be purified before entering the wilderness.
One of the easier hikes is called the improperly named the Hieroglyphic Trail. Accessed off of King’s Ranch Road, the trail is not as strenuous as many. Not much shade, the 1.5 mile hike is a bit rocky and had a steady incline. Continue reading “Petroglyph Hike”
Sometimes art is just for art. Sometimes, it is not.
My paintings are generally not editorials, they are paintings of a moment in time, a moment in my time.
My Desert Detritus Clocks, I suppose, are a statement in environmentalism, of respect (or evidence of disrespect) for one’s environment.
My found objects generally have a political or religious overtone.
Most of the pieces present ideas that are apparent for those that are tuned into current events. The religious pieces are more obscure. And some pieces have no meaning except to a few select people.
This piece served a purpose at one time, mostly to piss off political assholes in a town I used to live in. Some newspaper articles concerning closed-minded assholes that sought to prevent anything positive from happening in our town, and a fake light bulb along with a title guaranteed to inflame their sensitive natures…
Absinthe was the drink of choice of Toulouse Lautrec and Vincent Van Gogh, among other well known alcoholics.
Only recently made legal once again in the United States, it was also the drink of choice at the Old Absinthe House in New Orleans prior to prohibition.
When I spent a week in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, I spent my afternoons at the Absinthe House on Rue Bourbon. The day time bartender was Wendy. She came to NOLA from Chicago.
It is rumored that Andrew Jackson met with the pirate Jean Lafitte at the Old Absinthe House to help end the war of 1812. The original copper topped bar survived Prohibition, having been stowed in the basement during the purge caused by hateful alcohol abolitionists.