Sunday, April 30, 2006

Ruthie Monday III (Early)

As per Ms. Norma's request, I tried to get Ruth-Anne to stretch out beside the yard stick. Fat chance. BUT, I am an 8.5 shoe...my jazz-fest-mudd-splashed foot is exactly 9.5 inches high. She is exactly one Nik-foot high. I will come up with more creative ways to show her relative size in the future.

She weighs 7 pounds...she has gained two since I got her on March 31rst. Her birthday is January 5, 2006.

It's Jazz Fest...2006

Time for good food, good music and REALLY bad fashion.


It is sweet, though. And the Cuban Sandwich bit it this year, actually. Sorry. Not enough pickles!
The Natchitoches Meat pies still rock, though. I bee-line it for that booth RIGHT AWAY. First stop.

Can't even concentrate on my husband while waiting in line for one:

Then I get the Rose Mint Iced Tea...which Miranda was kind enough to hold for me.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Lower Ninth Ward Today: II

On a porch, a glass angel with see-through wings and fiber optics:





Correction: The photos shown in this series are from the area bounded by Claiborne Ave, Florida Ave, The Inner Harbor Canal and around Choctaw Street:

Map from Mapquest.com

Sorry. I forgot that I crossed Claiborne.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Lower Ninth Ward Today: I

Haven't done this yet. Here's the first:



The pictures I post are from a batch taken in the Lower Ninth Ward Saturday, April 22, 2006. All shots are from the area bordered by the canal, Claiborne Avenue, St. Claude Avenue and Lizardi Street:

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Signage


St. Charles and Erato

Usually, these signs would be up for a month or so after the election. Today, I was shocked to see that they were already gone. I think that Mitch and Ray must have recycled. Good for them.

I have been pretty quiet about the elections. I am sitting here reading, watching and waiting just like everyone else. I voted for Mitch, though I really wanted to vote for Ray...I really did. More on that later, though. Festering up for a good blab during the run-off. Putting a finger on something political in New Orleans is such a crapshot. That's what it feels like right now. Hell, it always has. But this waiting thing that hangs over the city is really illuminated by the election debates. It's part of the trauma.

How can we really know what lies ahead?

Ruthie Monday II

Technically, I know, it's Tuesday but I am really busy starting up a new business right now. Sorry Ruthie Fans...
I think these are neat, even if a little blurry.

In the Narnian forest:



Friday, April 21, 2006

Shaking Hands With Ray

Ray was out today, on Martin Luther King Boulevard and Claiborne, shaking hands and talking with the public. I was in the passengers seat, but Miranda got to slap hands with him and we got this Lady-of-Guadalupe-ish flyer to boot.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Windows of NOLA III

Harmony Street between Magazine and Camp

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Monday, April 17, 2006

Ruthie Monday I

By popular request, Mondays will, for the time being, be "Ruthie Mondays". Apparently there are those who want to see her development, and I can spread the puppy love.

First up: Miranda and Ruth-Anne
(dedicated to Ms. Norma)
photo by Miranda
A little lagniappe:


Friday, April 14, 2006

Good Friday

I always forget, but every Good Friday at around 10:30 in the morning, a procession walks up Erato and by my house at Carondelet. They sing songs about Jesus carrying the cross. It surprises me every year. It's a wee bit jarring in the bright sunlight...

I took these from my balcony:







Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The Huey P

"The Huey P" Bridge, coming down to land in Bridge City on the West Bank

Huey P had his finger in a lot of pots. Read All the King's Men if you are interested.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Driving Along River Road

Sights on the way to Bantings Nursery, out in Bridge City on the West Bank:




This photo is not a commercial.



These buildings remind me of a Charles Demuth painting.

Egypt, Charles Demuth, 1927*

*This image is from Artchive

Friday, April 07, 2006

blip

Miranda Lake's Latest: Diluvian Reign

photo from http://jonathanferraragallery.com/current.html

Miranda is having a show tonight at Jonathan Ferrara, on Carondelet. I helped her lug all the work down for it; it looks great! She works with specially developed, original photo negatives, sun-exposed photos of different subjects and surrounds them in encaustic -which is beeswax mixed with oil pigment and damar crystals. I was working with melted crayon before she showed me the technique.

Thanks Meeranda!

Review from The Times Picayune:
WAXING ELOQUENT

With her first show, Miranda Lake paints herself into the pantheon of promising N.O. artists
5/21/04

By Doug MacCash Art critic


Once in a rare while a rookie baseball player hits a home run his very first time at bat in the big leagues. Figuratively speaking, that's just what 34-year-old New Orleans artist Miranda Lake has done with "Elysian Fields," her excellent debut solo exhibition of encaustic (colored bees wax) paintings at Jonathan Ferrara Gallery.

The title refers to the idyllic ancient Greek version of heaven, with its glowing landscape and perfumed air. But Lake's vision of the Elysian Fields is much harsher and stranger, including stark black-and-white photos floating in frozen surrealistic deserts or atop cold wind-blown seas. The few trees are coated with human eyes. Raindrops seem to be falling upward. Gaps between ocean waves reveal patches of road map. Strange diagrams -- a hybrid of Egyptian hieroglyphics and chemistry-class schematics -- float across the horizon. Fish vertebrae hover in the sky. It's an odd, lonely place, made sadder and more mysterious by the puddles and droplets of translucent gray, pale blue and brown wax that coat everything like a light snowfall.

Lake's use of wax paint to depict the afterlife is no accident. As she learned studying encaustic technique at the Anderson Ranch Art Center in Colorado last year, the Egyptians used colored wax to create funeral portraits 2,500 years ago -- and many survive to this day. In a recent phone conversation she pointed out that she's begun applying that funereal-art tradition to her own family. Childhood photos of her late father and late brother appear in many of her new works.

"Primarily I'm working with family photos," she said, "so I guess the work is fairly personal, but it has universal appeal I hope. There are archetypical images of childhood and growing. I'm trying to figure out some of the choices made by people in my family. If they knew how their lives were going to turn out, how would they have lived their lives differently. I think there's a sense of fate or destiny in some of these pictures."

There certainly is a sense of destiny in the pictures. Lake, who says she's only painted seriously for one year, is destined to be among the best of the generation of young artists making the Crescent City art scene so vivid and vital.


Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Race and Magazine Update

The space that was formally known as the "Little Rue" is now Mojo's, another coffee shop:


Tested the stuff, it's pretty good.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Buck Owens and Hee Haw

I was watching The White Bitch (explanation A, explanation B) on Saturday night and he dedicated his show to Buck Owens.

This is The White Bitch to the left.* AKA Michael Patrick Welch





Mr. Buck was a part of my little life on the mountain in Maine as a co-host of Hee Haw -a show that I watched religiously and which made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Did anybody else watch that show? I ESPECIALLY liked the cornfield jokes. Try one.

So this is my dedication to him.
By the way, aren't these jackets great?**


*www.offbeat.com/images/staff/welch.jpg
** www.top-country-songs.com/country-music-stars.html


Monday, April 03, 2006

More Snausage Dogs

For Marco, a few Bassett mixes (These are Miranda Lake's pooches):
Mr. Whipple
Catahoola Bassett


Stretch
Bassett Sumpin' Sumpin' Mix

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Meet Ruth-Anne!

There are puppies everywhere in New Orleans right now. Sit in front of the Big Rue and loads will walk by. I know my mood is much better now that I finally found my Ruth-Anne:








She is quite a comfort!