Sunday, June 26, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- Quick Update
- My Fantasy Tanya Tucker Album
- Things That Don't Quite Work
- Tante B. Tells You What Makes Her Happy Today!
- 57 Lovers and Nothing On
- The Son of the Other Reverend
- Open Letter to Young United Methodist Ministers
- "Men are weak & need to be taken care of"
- Seeing Stars
- My Day Improves
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
9 Comments:
I like it. It reminds me of Italian marbled paper. It would appear that he uses something to blow the paint around like that.
Oil or acrylic? On canvas (or so it seems, as I can see some of the texture coming through) or board? What medium does he use? Linseed oil? Turpentine? Gel? Matte medium? What is the size?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Hold onto your hat. That's crayon! He does that with crayons and an embossing gun on crappy canvases he gets at the craft store. That one is, I think 7x10. I'll ask him for the total skinny this evening and get it for you.
Wow! Crayon! Very nice.
Have him price that at $200 and I bet it sells.
Or, he can sell it to me for a few bucks plus shipping and handling. It would look delightful in my office.
I love it. I see gnarled trees, a red moon, an ominous spirit and a floating fairy.
This is VERY cool.
Question: Do the peices ever melt? I mean, do you have to watch which wall you hang them on to make sure they don't get full sun? Or does he have a way of treating them or something?
I'm intrigued.
He has had one melt on him when the person he made it for left it in the trunk of his car for a week, but the ones hanging around the house seem to be fairly stable.
I'll ask him when I ask him the questions of Peg's I didn't know the answers to.
The Butcher says he doesn't know if they'd melt in the house. He's never had one melt, except the one in the car (and the exploding one). He puts modge podge over them, but he wouldn't feel confident saying that they're never going to melt.
I see that this might be a problem in getting the art to his patrons.
Oh, if it's crayon it will most definitely melt again, ModPodge or no. That is the nature of wax, after all.
He needs to get himself some proper paints and just have at it.
And I gots me a fancy dee-GREE in that shit, so's I should know.
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