With Matt Sesow’s exhibit at the American Visionary Art Museum coming in May, I pondered the warping of his Big Brother painting that hangs on my wall.
It’s an oil painting on something like MDF/masonite. A framing sherpa called Meredith Forte told me that the metal frame prevents any expansion of the piece and that results in a warped board. Of course days hung in the subterranean confines of bunker#2 probably did not help its pristine state.
Today I thought I would play art conservation expert and try to straighten out Big Brother.
I salvaged two 3/4″ inch plywood from the alley, and put down a vapor barrier drop on one side of the plywood.
I placed Big Brother faced down against the plastic. And heated up some
water and rag, and wiped the back of the board.
I then placed some weights consisting of flooring and batteries on top of the plywood.
I realized, in addition to the batteries and wood, I could roll the entire workbench on top of the plywood sandwich.
I will wait a few days before checking on progress towards flattening the art.
Hard to believe you could ever rest, let alone do so in peace – you will be missed.
William Francis Dupin, b. 1940 – d. 2016
I recently came across photos from what was the most difficult hike of my life. Paul Machle and I crossed a mountain range from the civilized part of Molokai (starting at the Ili’ili’opae Heiau) to the uninhabited northern side of the island. I always figured this would be the spot to disappear to if need be.
Paul stands in front of the sign stating fair warning. Me in front of Ili’ili’opae Heiau
Above the Heiau
Beach camping in the month of March on Assateague Island is challenging. On our third day, wind collapsed our humongous tent and our trip was over.
Inside our tent mcmansion
Part of the beach camping experience, continuously living in sand
The beach to ourselves
Inspiration by Sid Burnard
After watching this NBC 4 News story about our new DC Ravens, I made a river foray to see if I could find them. I never found the actual nest but did spot one hanging out in a Sycamore tree. By the amount of turds below the bird, I suspect this is a favorite spot and not far from the nest.
Here might be a Dept. of Wildlife crittercam monitoring the nest. I assume it was not a real bird, but did not want to get too close. The little hole at the base of the tail might have been photographing me.
Here are (common) stone artifacts recently found on Potomac Ave. – flakes, broken points/chisel, fired rock, likely pestle fragment. Just more of your Palisades archeo textbook finds at about 10 inches below surface.
There’s always a general shock when returning to civilization, but Donald Trump’s escapades yesterday made mine even more traumatic. Reading an article in the NYT, I found Thomas R. Edsall’s comments most insightful.
The tragedy of the 2016 campaign is that Trump has mobilized a constituency with legitimate grievances on a fool’s errand.
If he is shoved out of the field somehow, his supporters will remain bitter and enraged, convinced that a self-serving and malign elite defeated their leader.
If he prevails, a constituency that could force politicians to confront the problems of the working and middle class will waste its energies on a candidate incompetent to improve the lives of the credulous men and women lining up to support him.
This was my home-away-from-home over the past week- otherwise just known as Carlos’ art studio. It’s beautifully enveloped in a tropical eden.
Final aluminum pieces finish off the 3-foot mini-ramp.
Added Feb. 20th, 2016
As described by Mark Jenkins in a Washington Post article:
The irregular black circles in Doug Dupin’s picture are actually patterns made by mushroom spores on lustrous green fabric; the composition is outlined by an elaborate frame that presses pieces of a wasp’s nest between two layers of wood.