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Art, Sidewalk Faces

Sidewalk Faces for Sale

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Sidewalk Faces for Sale

I need to do two things, explain myself with a sad saga of indecision and then get right to the point. How bout I reverse that.

The Main Point

I have new Sidewalk Face merchandise for sale! Currently offering eight different faces.

The product is called a Standout, a lightweight alternative to framing, it’s photographic print, covered with a protective coating, mounted to foam core and framed with a .75 inch edge of light wood or black. It’s ready to hang with precut holes in the back. You could have one on the wall within a minute of opening the package.

I am offering 8 x10 inch standouts for $60 a piece. Shipping is free inside the United States.

Please click this link for full details and to order. Or click Shop Sidewalk Face in the menu above. You are so cool! Thanks for clicking! You’ve made my day!

The Sad Saga of Indecision

You know what doesn’t make my day. Me taking a year to decide to offer a new product. I’ve had Sidewalk Face standouts on my wall for years. I love them! They are so easy to hang, there is no glare because there is no glass. Everybody who comes over compliments them. Why has this no-brainer been a non-starter?

I don’t have a good answer. Maybe because I was already offering limited edition prints and I didn’t know if I could offer both. Don’t want the art police to throw me in art jail for having too many freaking options! The limited-edition print option is still available for people who want exclusivity and the ability to have custom framing. The cost is higher as I am only selling 10 of each signed and numbered print. Email me directly for information.

I will be offering new prints on a regular basis so check back!

Thanks Ezra. I agree.

Art, Creative Process, wisdom

Without Time, Nothing

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Without Time, Nothing

The number one ingredient in any art cake is time. Time is the flour, indispensable. If you don’t have chocolate, no problem, make it vanilla. If you don’t have nuts, add raisins. No, don’t do that. That sounds awful. Maybe add rice krispies so it’s still crunchy? None of that matters. Art isn’t a cake so time isn’t flour but nevertheless without time, no art will get made.

I’ve always thought this but recently I’ve experienced it. So though, believing it to be true, I was perhaps taking it on faith. Now I know. For sure. 100 Percent. It’s true.

I DID NOT HAVE TIME, I DID NOT MAKE ART.

Let me back up and say, despite the all caps proclamation above I am not talking about Capital A art. I am talking about exercising the basic creativity to make life worth living. I mean I am sure Capital A art also needs time. Obviously any endeavor happens over time and therefore needs it.

Oh my goodness, is this blog post worth reading? Can I say something an idiot doesn’t already know?

I guess this is to say, more than ever before, I am grateful for and valuing the time I have to pursue creative activities. It’s been the central organizing factor of my life. It’s been my priority forever. I mean, I do take care of responsibilities first (got to pay the bills!) but if I have a little bundle of time, making stuff if what I enjoy.

So, it was tough when there was no time. And I suspect, I will experience that again. Frankly, it’s made me feel cagey and agitated. But’s it’s also made me want to make the most of now. I want to get back to it!

If you are curious and I am frustrating you with my lack of expository information, I had a ton of work in the last year. I also had a higher dose of anxiety than I am rated for, and I felt I was on the verge of short circuiting at every moment. I didn’t short circuit, I did all the work, and I even did one or two drawings and some sidewalk faces. My friends didn’t find me repulsive, in fact they really came through for me. So, I managed. But I was losing my essence, my joie de vivre, my sense of fun, the thing that makes me excited. Sometimes you can’t see something until it’s gone. I didn’t know this thing could go. I’ve felt it wax and wane, but never for this long. It’s been concerning.

I think the most important thing in the world is being in relationship. I have done my best to attend to the ones I have. And I am committed to continuing to attend to them. But one relationship that must be included in the list is the one we have with our selves. And the way I spend time with myself, is making art. The way I nurture that relationship, the way I grow that relationship, the way I understand myself is through this activity. Without it, I am actually not sure who I am.

I am so happy to have some time again.

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I wrote that in late January. I came back over here today to see what if any breadcrumbs I had left myself. How thoughtful of me to have written an entire blog post that is still relevant. I am over here on my WordPress desktop app tip toe-ing around, seeing if I can get back on this blog horse. Maybe I can entice him with some imaginary apple art cake. So grateful I have the time to try!   

Art, Creative Process, Sidewalk Faces

Where Do You Keep Your Potatoes?

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Where Do You Keep Your Potatoes?

I’m always on the lookout. What am I looking for? Something I have not yet noticed. A bunch of old potatoes sprouting in a neglected rose bush is just the sort of thing that floats my boat, and you know why. These faces don’t make themselves; I need materials!

This tater trove yielded some top-notch art supplies. Look at that face! So much texture! So much pathos! But I don’t think he’s happy with how his life turned out; probably expecting to live in a kitchen, big dreams of being mashed or fried. Rotting was not part of the plan. How did he get into this situation?

And what is this situation anyway? Were some folks hanging on their front steps with a few un-bagged potatoes and then rushing inside to answer the phone just forgot about them? Who hangs outside with potatoes? Have you done that? Is that a thing?

Even if it is a thing, how did the potatoes end up in the rose bushes? Why weren’t they disposed of in the trash? Truth is truly stranger than fiction.

I don’t know what exactly caught my eye, I just know a good opportunity for a face when I see one.

If you want to see me find this potato and make his face, check out my video reel on Instagram: