Thursday, February 19, 2015

A day at the Renaissance Festival


On Saturday we headed out of town to check out the Arizona Renaissance Festival.


It was pretty hot walking in from the huge, dusty parking lot so we stopped in the shade for some lunch.



This lovely lady played the harpsichord while we cooled down and ate some festival fare. She was really quite talented.


Mike found the Cthulu ride.


The girls took a ride on the flying machine.  Then they felt bad because all rides are powered by the people running them with various cranks and mechanical systems.


We found a fire breather performing next to an ironic sign.


All the buildings seemed very authentic.


I particularly liked the tree man at the broomstick shop.


The broomstick shop was full of Firebolts and Nimbus 5000's  as well as some very practical looking brooms.


This is the funeral cart, complete with corpse inside.


Naomi and a beastly companion.


Naomi and Chloe and I waited in a long line to ride the elephants.  They were orphaned and rescued in Botswana and spend 30 weekends a year raising money for their animal sanctuary by giving rides. It was surreal to find myself on the back of one of these incredible creatures!


Naomi, showing off her "Mona Lisa "smile.


Chloe and Phoebe posed like this because, as everyone knows, the Mona Lisa has no eyebrows.


Naomi took on the climbing tower.


I've obviously been neglecting my other calling.


This is the outside of a fantastical creature shop.  I wish now I'd gotten some shots of the creatures inside!


Near the end of the day, the girls joined in with some dancing.


The man in the hat was a demanding partner and kept all three of them dancing.


This is a woman with an owl near the end of the bird show. By six o'clock when the cannon blast told us all to leave we were pretty exhausted.  Then we saw this at the exit as we entered the massive parking lot....


It says" We moved all your cars - Good Luck" (fortunately they were kidding).

Last week I also completed another sculpture for my gallery show....


This one hangs on the wall and is titled "The Gift"


He is one of many odd birds that will be in my solo exhibit. 

Anyway this seems like the best way to end this post...

"Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow. "



Saturday, February 7, 2015

How Breed Specific Legislaton is messing with my life

This is my dog Oscar.....


He's a sweet little guy, but what I try not to say publicly is that he's part pit bull.

He's also part dachshund,  or "weenie dog".  It makes him very short, long and much smaller than a pit bull.  He's very lazy and sits on our couch when he's not following me around to make sure I'm still there.  He's as harmless as they come and is more than a little afraid of our cat. He's actually really obsessed with us and me in particular.

Yesterday I was invited to be a resident artist for three months at a museum in Denmark on the north west coast.  I was to get a studio and my family and I could stay in the guest house, then I was to exhibit at the museum the work I'd completed while in residence.  Needless to say it was an incredible opportunity.... but I had to turn it down.

Denmark has the most extreme breed specific legislation in Europe.  They would destroy Oscar upon arrival, and if we left him with friends he would just give up, stop eating and die.  It's a bummer but my family comes first.

I'm also angry. These laws were put in place to reduce dog bites, but both The Netherlands and Italy have repealed their laws noting that for some reason dog bites increased significantly after they banned these breeds.  I'm so tired of this nonsense.

"People are willing to take these extraordinary chances to become writers, musicians, or painters, and because of them, we have a culture. If this ever stops, our culture will die, because most of our culture, in fact, has been created by people that got paid nothing for it--people like Edgar Allan Poe, Vincent Van Gogh or Mozart."-Kurt Vonnegut

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