Since I am having a hard time getting the scary little bunny children’s book out of my head and onto a screen (dare I say paper?), I decided to use the holidays to tackle another project, painted cigar boxes. I began with salvaged boxes clad in old school hinges and wood, then added Chaz, Whitman and a light dose of their wicked humor. There are 6 or 7 of these crazy crates stacking up in my studio as we speak. Sizes range from 4×6 in to 10×12 in and each one did actually hold cigars at one time. Each one is totally unique. They are hand painted in watercolor and sealed with acrylic. Hit up email@example.com and I’ll be happy to share prices and the latest boxes as they appear. SLBs make great conversation pieces and these new additions are a cool place to stash your favorite keepsake.
So I am in FedEx wasting my life for the second time this holiday season. I swear I hate the demise of the book store, but the day the print and copy stores go under I will dance on their grave with my new black boots and laugh out loud in that maniacal way I reserve for just such occasions.
Sorry I got distracted, …anyway, the store was basically empty (except for crickets and the potential for terrible service) so I stood with the only other fool in the place who happened to ask me if I was an artist. What gave it away I thought, then I looked down at my mangled appearance, my 47 copies of misprinted art and the paintbrush dangling from my torn jeans pocket. I said yes. We go thru the obligatory chat that strangers endure and after a moment, I fish a business-like card out of the beautiful purse my mother gave me when she cleansed her closet last fall.
I hand the card to her, a 2×3.5 inch card with a blue crudely painted puppet named Chaz on one side and my portfolio address on the other. I smile half-heartedly.
“No way, that’s you?”
“I just sent your postcard to my friend in a care package”
“Yes, I got it at The Collective. I actually took two postcards. I loved them.”
Then she went on about owning a shop downtown and her last name actually being “Wonderful” which made my day awesome after a heavy dose of nothing special!
What a cool thing to happen in such a dreadful place. I think that may be my biggest compliment ever…”No way, that’s you.”
Wow. I wouldn’t call it fame, but I’ll take it and smile.
Chaz and Whitman have gone underground with hints of Wonderland. There is a symbol of a Cheshire cat, a crown for the queen and more. The teacups and watch are reminiscent of Alice, but the beads are the influence of Vladimir Ovtcharov.
I’m loving Chaz’s escape from film. He made another appearance at the French Quarter Fest this past weekend where I won second place with a painting that looked nothing like a scary bunny. Very exciting though. Its time to make a return to art and a return to painting on paper. Chaz is going to give me some help.
Screws lay at the feet of the vintage robot Whitman is attempting to disassemble.
A study in ink. I hope to place Chaz and Whitman in front of an antique store so the window will be riddled with nostalgia. Sounds time consuming due to all the transparency. It is worth doing?