A former School of The Art Institute classmate, Stephen Eichhorn, is working on some cat collages. He showed up on my radar recently with yesterday’s The Fox is Black post.
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I never could get cats to sit still when I tried to stick vegetation on them.
Also, Sunday night I went out for Indian food with a couple of my Chicago friends and their long-time friend, an artist and faculty member at Boston’s School of the Museum of FIne Arts. The Bostonian was in town to do various things, among them review SAIC student portfolios. He says he was made to agree not to be “overly critical,” meaning that he was forbidden to make students cry.
Kids these days.
After a professor made me cry in a critique, I learned that it was her way of getting me to make better work. I regularly wonder if I’ve ever made a professor cry. Probably the one that inappropriately called me a bitch in a critique.
I once died a most piteous and tragic onstage death, I thought, until I heard my drama teacher laughing and making no effort to conceal her laughter.
“That’s the funniest Edward G. Robinson impression I think I’ve ever seen,” she said once, she’d finished coughing.
Mother of Mercy, is this the end of Rico?
Charlie will not sit still.
‘Course the moon is full. He rarely sits still when the moon is full.
I’m pretty sure Charlie’s not against vegetal adornment and photographment in most situations. Just tonight he’s feelin’ his Wheaties.
Ummnh, Rick? I don’t think the moon is quite full tonight. But: close enough as scarce makes a difference.
And there is snow on the ground in the Driftless Region.
Y’all (including Charlie) need the drink I’m drinking right now. Well, Charlie gets a bowl of milk.
Rick: “Charlie will not sit still” reminds me of the finale of Robert Lowell’s great poem, “Skunk Hour”:
I stand on top
of our back steps and breathe the rich air–
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail.
She jabs her wedge-head in a cup
of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,
and will not scare.
(Erica: A cup of sour cream for Charlie?)
Are these the nightmares of Chia Pets?