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peregrine juvenile

Saturday, May 8, 2021

See You Later, I'm Gone - Robert Lester Folsom

I Am the Light of this World

And where it falls, nobody knows...

You could be minding your own business, having the best day ever, suddenly you look up in the sky. 

What is that thing hurtling down at supersonic speed, so quickly and unannounced? Chinese rocket flotsam? Do tell...

Was reading about the guy who managed to survive the Mexico City rail line collapse the other day. "Wasn't his time," he said.

Is there a moral here or a larger message? I suppose there is. Keep your head up, tell your loved one's that you love them every day, wear clean underwear, sign your trust, the usual stuff.

You just never really know when your number's coming up, do you?


Tension

 


I obtained this 
pencil study from my friend Ken in Palm Springs a few weeks ago to put in my auction. He bought it years ago in Atlanta but did not know the artist. I didn't either but it had a great look so I took it.

I had decided to only put 200 lots in on this inaugural auction. I could put a thousand lots in with all my inventory, believe me, but you have to stop somewhere.

On a whim, I sent this picture to four art dealer friends and an auction house to see if anybody recognized the signature.

Three did immediately. Steve Stoops was first.

It is the work of Peterpaul Ott (1895-1982.)

You can see a bio for Ott on Spencer Helfen's excellent website. And this from Artprice.

So I saw that Ott was a sculptor and this confirmed my initial feeling that it was a study drawing for a sculpture. So dimensional. But initial feelings are often wrong. And I was on this occasion.

It is actually the study for a 1935 WPA print called Tension.  
I love the WPA era, one of my very favorites. I found the print online while searching for Ott imagery. Prints are reversed on the block so that is why you see the image flipped.

The print is referenced behind a paywall of the December 8, 1935 Indianapolis Star newspaper. 

People don't believe me but honestly the research and sleuthing is the most rewarding part of my job. Intellectually rewarding, in any case.


I broke my self imposed limit of 200 lots. It will be interesting to see what it does in my auction. Lot #300.

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Postscript: Thom Gianetto from Edenhurst Gallery informs me that Tension was shown at least twice. 

New York, Annual Exhibition of Contemporary American Sculpture, Watercolors, Drawings and
> Prints, Whitney Museum of American Art, March 8 - April 10, 1938, no. 31 in catalogue

> Laguna Beach, California, Pageant of The Masters, Irvine Bowl, July 30 - August 14, 1949, program A - no. 15 and program c - no. 12 

Thanks Thom!

North River Fiasco


Two thirds of the voters in Oceanside voted against a new housing project, North River Farms. The developer took the referendum to court and the judge is now thwarting the will of the people.

The result of a ballot measure in which more than two-thirds of Oceanside voters rejected the construction of up to 585 homes in South Morro Hills appears to be jeopardized by a tentative ruling last week in San Diego Superior Court.

If upheld, the ruling would be a victory for Integral Communities, the developer seeking to build the North River Farms project in an agricultural area of northeastern Oceanside. Integral filed the suit in January 2020 alleging that the citizen-led referendum violates state law.

Judge Richard S. Whitney said in his tentative ruling released Friday that the referendum was “preempted” by the California Legislature’s efforts in Government Code section 66300 “to maximize the development of housing within this state.”

“While the referendum did not outright ban housing development, the referendum has the effect of limiting housing development on a portion of the jurisdiction of the affected city,” Whitney said in the ruling. “If the opposition’s position were accepted, referendums could endlessly be passed to effectively disallow any housing development.”

This idea of maximizing housing in a state with severe water shortages in a time of drought is ridiculous. Not to mention the environmental effects of ceaseless development. The judge has now apparently finalized last week's ruling. 

A Superior Court Judge has ruled that Oceanside’s Nov. 3 referendum on the North River Farms project proposed for South Morro Hills is invalid and that the 585-home Integral Communities development can proceed “assuming other pending litigation does not prevent it.”

The Legislature clearly intended to preempt referendums designed to restrict “development of housing within this state” under Government Code 66300, which was passed in 2019 to address the state housing shortage, said Judge Richard S. Whitney in the final ruling Thursday afternoon.

I feel sorry for the people that live in Morro Hills and the neighboring communities. Rural areas are facing an onslaught of growth and some people won't be happy until California is one big wall to wall housing tract.

You don't like California? Fine, leave. You may have heard, we don't have enough water. At least you won't have to watch it get totally destroyed. Some democracy.

Eric Henderson plays Pipeline

Thursday, May 6, 2021

We put the holes in the poles.

It is 7:12 8:45. I am tired. I told my wife I would be home for dinner two hours ago. I have to call it a day. I have been supplementing photographs and fixing descriptions on the auction all day. Can't work late like I used to, start making mistakes in my feeble dotage.

A third of the way through my task, with a break I will be done in two days. People are messaging me from around the world asking why I don't have this or that?

I have been under the gun and can only do so much. But you can't really say that to them so I am trudging forward as best as I can.

I hate to say it but I am not really cut out for data entry. There is something so robotic about the whole deal, inputting line after line on the spreadsheet, and me being a noob having to do so much manually. My father and sister were both CPA's and have no problem with it but for me it is a bit soul sucking.

I don't know if it is my add but repetitive work drives me nuts. In 1990 when I was living in Israel during the war, I had a job in a plastic factory for two weeks. I grabbed these long trays off an assembly line and sent them over to the cutter, again and again, over and over.

Inside I was screaming, it was so awful and boring. And yet there were people there who were cheerfully putting the same nut on the same bolt and were happy to do so, even after a twenty year stretch.

Not me.

So I quit and went out and worked in the banana fields. Very hard work, maybe the hardest I have ever done but infinitely better than being on the dehumanizing line.

Eric Von Schmidt

Xiaoma meets the Dineh

Owl Shot

 

I was quite pleased to hear that The Fallbrook Sourcebook used one of my photographs on their front cover this year. 

I just walked over and scored a copy after Debbie Ramsey clued me in.

I want to thank Julie Reeder for putting the great horned owl shot up, the competition was really great, loved the competing butterfly shot but they went with mine for some reason. Might have fit the page better.

She also paid me a handsome check, which I was not expecting, and a bunch of great packages and tickets to things, whole thing just way beyond my expectations, which were nil.

Thank you Julie, Lucette, all the people at the Village News and the Fallbrook Sourcebook. You are so kind. I really appreciate it and feel quite honored.

Happy With You

A nice, somewhat pollyanish song from one of the most optimistic, not to mention greatest of songwriters, Paul McCartney.

Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Finally!


Mountains through the trees - F. Grayson Sayre


I finally went live this morning with my preview of my first live auction on live auctioneers. I still have a lot of tweaking to do to dial it in but you can't imagine the work just getting it this far!

I need to tighten up my titles and descriptions and add secondary photos but I think I have time.

Anyway, please follow and bid even if something grabs you. Spread the word and please keep your fingers crossed for me and my consignors! I hope this initial one is a success.

Check out the auction here.

Monday, May 3, 2021

Romeo Had Juliette

Blues on the Ceiling

There's dumb and then there's Florida dumb.


And back in Florida, Governor DeSantis is suspending all local Covid restrictions as well as vaccine passports. 

It seems more than a little shortsighted, it is not as if people don't continue to get Covid 19 and die back there. 3916 new cases in Florida yesterday. But now they are going to tie their local government's hands, for political expediency and so that it will make Governor DeSantis future presidential resume look a little better to the GOP.


Pardon me, but I can't help but notice that the great majority of both the anti maskers and the anti vaccine people are from the right hand side of the political equation. Is this a death wish, are the lemmings heading straight over the cliff?

How many interviews have we all seen in the last year of virus naysayers drawing their last breaths in the hospital and wishing they had taken it more seriously? Double down on stupid, Florida.

Rosebud

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Karen Dalton - Green Rocky Road

They called Karen Dalton (1937-1993) the "Hillbilly Holiday" but she said Bessie Smith was actually a bigger influence. An early fixture in Greenwich Village, she had a singular voice and presence. Overcame a heroin and alcohol addiction, eventually died of AIDS. This tune was recorded at her home in 1962.

I was thinking today, I sure do like beatnik music. Would have been nice to be snapping my fingers in the village listening to Fred Neil, Eric Von Schmidt, Sebastian, Ramblin Jack, Dylan, Van Ronk and Karen Dalton. A small scene but an intensely beautiful one artistically.

Sunday wrap up.

I thought that I would be able to button up the first phase of my auction preparation today but I couldn't. I am down to about ten watercolors and prints behind glass. Except for these ten, all the objects and paintings in my sale are now photographed and cataloged. One hundred ninety down, ten to go.

It is very difficult to shoot something reflective. The secret is putting it in full sun and taking the shot from a shaded vantage. But that positioning is very difficult to find sometimes. There was no sun today and the glare outside was terrible anyway.

I tried to illuminate the works with my Smith Victor floods but they are too bright and it looked awful too. Natural light is best. Hopefully I will have better luck tomorrow. Worse comes to worse I will take them all out of frame. That would be the best optimal thing but it requires a lot time and I don't have a lot of time right now.

I have been working a little less this week. More ten and eleven hour days, not fourteen like last week. I found I was making too many mistakes when I was fried after a long day. So I took a small step back.



This is one of my newest acquisitions that will be in the auction. This oil on board is a 13 x 19" work by Franz Bischoff. I was told that its name is Cloud cover under the San Gabriels but it is not visibly titled. 

It was sold to a private party that I bought it from by the ex director of the Laguna Beach Art Museum, Tom Enman back in 1983.

I really like it. Bischoff had a flair with strong color and light that is perhaps unmatched by his Southern California impressionist peers.

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I left early in the morning and noticed that my Yucca Rostrata is now throwing a nascent spike.

It has been several years since it has done so and they are breathtaking when in bloom if you are into that sort of thing. 

Of course there is talk that my plant is not a true rostrata specimen but instead a tissue culture frankenstein conceived by a mad scientist up on Gavilan. 

Who knows?

No matter its true origins and parentage, the plant is a joy in my garden.

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I want to thank Jeff for digging up the clivea for me. Planted this afternoon when I got home, along with a purple bottlebrush.

I am looking for a couple nice climbing roses for my front fence. 

I want a red orange one and a purple. I had the former for the longest time but it succumbed to entropy and age.

Anyone have any suggestions? I already have a large Cecil Brunner/Banksia climbing rose that is fifty  years old and don't need anymore pink.

I don't even know where to go to get a climbing rose now that Tropic World is gone and the Moonies have taken over. Hunters in Lemon Grove is rather far.

You know a place?

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I am not sure why but the blog readership is blowing up again, 2700 views yesterday, 3098 today. This is about double normal and I am not sure what is driving it, perhaps it is a bot. It would be too delusional to think that my brilliance is starting to be recognized and that one day I could become a real life influencer in this world of ours.

dave guard & the whiskeyhill singers

I never knew that the great Judy Henske was in this band until a minute ago. Most underappreciated female vocalist in the world.

Dancing Barefoot

Saturday, May 1, 2021

Pull Up To The Bumper

Ya baby!

 


What do you give the newly woke man who has everything? RoxAnne brought over a nice card today with a token to the old Bulldog Bathhouse on Turk St in the Tenderloin of San Francisco. Sweet. Might take me a while for these tenderloins to get up there.

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I saw a very good friend and awfully sweet person today who has been a longtime blog reader and follower.

She was nice and honest enough to tell me that some of my profane language made her cringe. I get it, Mr. Pottymouth might need a big timeout.

But honestly she admitted that she was bothered when I reacted to my troll with foul language. And she is right, I do let it go on the guy, probably because I don't like the idea of a guy teeing off on me like I'm a piƱata when I can't go after the anonymous person because they won't divulge their identity.

I can't forget that many people read me, of every political persuasion and religious creed and I want everyone to be comfortable. I will try not to be so reactive and nasty and hopefully keep my cool next time it happens.

I appreciate her honesty. Will attempt to restrain myself.


Steppenwolf

Purple Reign

 


Recently Leslie started carrying some work by a local studio potter who creates ceramic busts in her store, Caravan. The woman's work is whimsical and quite good. I am not exactly quite sure of what her name is but Juleen thinks it is something like Dea Koepfle.

Dea brought this one in recently and I had to chuckle. It bears a striking resemblance to a purple haired woman I know. I like it and its subject very much. Might have to buy it.

Fibonacci meets Edelbrock

 

I was hanging around with my car buds at coffee this morning when one of them mentioned my Fibonacci t-shirt.

"That's cool," he said. "What's a Fibonacci?"

I explained that Fibonacci was actually a mathematician philosopher in Italy who hailed from Pisa and who lived in the late twelfth and early thirteenth century. 

He developed an important number sequence that greatly affected our knowledge of proportional relationships.

I noted that this number sequence was instrumental in the philosophy of harmonic proportions and in the development of the golden section, an important tool for understanding composition. 

In fact Renaissance artists like Leonardo and Vermeer used the number .618 derived from Fibonacci in the creation of their masterpieces and it was also used in music.

I explained that the number sequence was built on a group of numbers starting at 0 and 1 that built on the sum of the preceding two numbers. So;

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for n > 1.

Thus: 

It was at this point where I may have stepped over the line. In fact I am pretty sure that their eyes were glazing over and that I had lost them. Ray stopped me cold and looking me straight in the eye, said, "I thought it was like a Ferrari." He pointed to his chest.


"My shirt says Edelbrock. It is an intake manifold. There is no philosophy about it. Edelbrock is Edelbrock. We keep it simple."

I took the hint and shut up.