The changing, the cooling, the clouding…. Autumn. Late afternoon sun dancing across interior walls morphing into glowing sunsets. The crunch, the crispness, foliage transformation….Autumn. Oatmeal, pumpkin, cranberry, acorn squash, chili, soup and stew. Enveloped in flannel, wool and fleece….Autumn.
October Sunset
I had tried to construct a 3D version of a stapler from pictures but I had too many starts and stops to even count. It wasn’t until I owned a vintage one that I could actually create all the componants. I am after all an artist/ illustrator and references is essential. And the real deal makes it possible. The EM 230 was made in France in the 1950′s. I love the sleek profile the dark forest green. It took me a few days and nights. There was very little “that will do”. And then there was the sounds. I know I could go to soundsnap and find what I was looking for, the rustle of the paper, the distinctive click of the staple being applied. Nice!
So EM is my favorite of any stapler I have owned. I have owned some nice ones but they usually move on to ebay and get sold. This one, however, is going to stick around.
L’hourra pour pour les agrafeuses de tous les jours !
The clock I chose to render in 3D is the Nelson Wall Clock designed by
George Nelson in 1948. George Nelson was a signature mid century designer. And this clock clock which produced in wood and metal both painted and unpainted symbolizes that post WWII era (the atomic age).
A full Nelson is a wrestling hold executed from the backside and so the the metaphor. Holding back time, grappling with time, wrestling with time. Interesting to note that it is not a “finishing” action and you cannot pin you opponent “time” down.
Not that either of these came to mind when executing this 3D. I liked the clock and thought “easy” to recreate in 3D.
So what’s next in my 3D brain buffer? Perhaps something by Heywood Wakefield. Mid-centure Moderne so much easier than Victorian.
Created in Cheetah 3D on a 13″ MacBook.
She didn't look up for long!
My mom is gone now, my husbands mom is a 1000 miles away and my kids, although they will call, live too far to stop by. I wanted to celebrate anyhow, celebrate by handing out Medicine Park Marauders Mother’s day cards with mini roses attached in “Random Acts of Marauding”. Some will ask to have their pictures taken with us. It will be fun.
Mother and Son have a Heart to Heart
I gathered some quotes from various sites around the Net. Many from thinkexist. Read and Enjoy.
“My mother always told me I wouldn’t amount to anything because I procrastinate. I said ‘Just wait.” ~Judy Tenuta
“The patience of a mother might be likened to a tube of toothpaste – it’s never quite all gone”
“When I was a child, my mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general. If you become a monk you’ll end up as the pope.’ Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.” ~Pablo Picasso
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.”~ Maya Angelou quotes
“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork. ~Mae West
“No matter how old a mother is she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.”~Florida Scott Maxwell
“Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother” ~Ann Taylor
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother. ~Abraham Lincoln
“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.” ~Mark Twain
“Nobody loves me but my mother, And she could be jivin’ too.”~ B. B. King
Happy Mother’s Day!
Mother's Day Cards from the Marauders
To Keep the Elephants Away
by Muriel Fahrion
Daughter/ granddaughter of dementia
Despite her attempt
To disclaim her inheritance
Feels it encroaching
A huge lead gray block
Of impenetrable compressed mystery
lumbering toward her so slowly that
She picks up only
A low-grade tremor.
Armies of scientists, neurologists scramble to
Jackhammer through to the core
But they barely scratch the surface
Leaving her to scavenge among the debris
For hints to the cause, signs of
The impending impairment
She girds herself in defense against
The plundering of memory
The pillaging of words
With anagrams, scrabble, green tea
Turmeric, aerobics and a litany of smells
The afflicted can no longer smell
Leather, lilac, menthol, smoke, pineapple, strawberry,
Clove, soap, lemon and natural gas.
She knows her arsenal of weapons is a mere
Talisman against an all-out onslaught
Of Alzheimer’s
She hunkers down —praying it will miss her
Or chose another target, one not related
One she will not have to watch diminish
She takes a final whiff for reassurance
Before she turns off the lights
Clove, leather, lemon lilac, menthol
Natural gas, pineapple
Smoke, soap and strawberry
To keep the elephants away
Muriel Fahrion – January 05