Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday Feb 27.








Things are moving forward in the studio as well as other up-coming projects. While I am cutting and sanding the parts for The Creation of Adam, I am thinking about the balloon sculpture I will make for Art Chicago. I have some concepts for it and hope to have some sketches on here in the next few days.
In the mean time, it is lots of cutting with the jig-saw, and sanding with this old belt sander.
Here are some pics of the development of the parts and tracing them to the plywood.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Xanadu

Xanadu
Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.


Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

"Watson, come here; I want you, "




I never dreamed I'd be a blogger, but here it is, my first blog post.
On my blog I will attempt to keep a daily/weekly journal of images and thoughts about what is going on in the studio and with projects around the world.
I'm not sure how many people, if any, will be interested in this but here it will be.

Currently I am working on some mobiles in the studio. The newest one, The Creation of Adam, is in process and I hope to have it finished in the next few weeks.
Here are some sketches and technical drawings of it.
Check back or become a friend and you will get updates on the progress.

I look forward to staying in touch through this new forum.

You can check out my videos on You Tube at the link below.

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=Mrsuperdeluxe