39 BIRDS OF PARADISE, New Guinea, Cornell U.


The Birds of Paradise, New Guinea Rain Forests

Nice to report something genuinely spectacular a university is backing. (Link just below, lots to see, and you can download the bird songs!) In my search for the care and feeding of the plant, Bird of Paradise, I accidentally uncovered a thrilling quest by Cornell Lab scientist Ed Scholes and National Geographic photographer Tim Laman who explore creatures which are so uniquely formed, their behavior so startling, it challenges the imagination.

Click on the link below, then hit ‘INTRODUCTION’ on the top of their webpage, and watch the short video. There is a lot more, too. And all this is a special feast for photographers. What equipment! If you’ve got a cat or dog in the house, watch them when the bird calls sound…..

>>>CORNELL LAB, BIRDS OF PARADISE VIDEO<<<

 Cornell Lab scientist Ed Scholes and National Geographic photographer Tim Laman. 8 years and 18 expeditions to New Guinea, Australia, and nearby islands.
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ROGUE WAVE


ROGUE WAVE
Oil on Canvas
12 ” X 12

You can’t see them coming but a peculiar swell will lift and rocket a wave far inland and over the rocks that have been gently washed a moment before. The skies must add to it, the tilt of the earth, the unanticipated collaboration of elements, gone as fast as it came, then back to calm, back to as it was.

The Rogue Wave
The air is its ally. It is a moment quick as a gasp found out of nowhere and lost into memory.

Picasso as Popeye (no foolin)


This is Picasso as Popeye. We all need a view of a more innocent time even if this mock Popeye is not a favorite of mine. In fact, I love this picture so much I think it’s the first time in my life I have actually even liked Picasso a little.

Picasso

It comes to us all courtesy a site called   Retronaut.   He’s got every decade covered in fabulous black and white photographs, signs, posters.   I’ve only begun my delve, I recommend spending some time there, it’s terrific fun.

Retronaut’s trademarked  motto  is:                                                       The past is a foreign country. This is your passport.

Oh for the days of Popeye The nicotine-stained Sailor Man, beanpoled Olive Oyl devoid of implanted anything, nasty bully Blutto, needy Whimpy, mischevious Sweet Pea. A time when defense against the world was a good right hook, virtue and love on your side,  and a 16 oz. can of spinach.

I fights to the finich

cause I eats my spinach

I’m Popeye the Sailor–man. 

Toot toot.

ROLLING STONES WORLD TOUR, redux


    THE ROLLING STONES ’73 WORLD TOUR

It’s not quite accurate to say The Stones are back in the news as they’ve never left sight of us or us of them. But they’re off and rolling big time. The once and always rock and rollers. Years ago in l972 I worked on the mammoth New York Times Square billboard. A city block long marquee, since torn down. It was my first billboard gig, I did the MADE IN THE SHADE cover that was the first of a series to be added to the turbo eagle’s talons. Welcome back, boys.

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For four years in the 1970’s I was the world’s only female scaffold-climbing/pulling billboard painter. Oh what a life I (still) lead!

Billboard Painter, 25 Stories Above 42nd Street

Most of the jobs were hanging 10 to 25 stories up, swinging in the breeze above Times Square, New York City’s 42nd Street mecca. We did cigarettes and booze and Broadway openings. John Belushi’s “1944” , The Wiz with young Michael Jackson, The Rolling Stones 1973 World Tour. A bottle of Dewars sinking into the Manhattan skyline sunset. You had to work fast, we mixed all our colors on the scaffold, pots of pigment, Japan drier, linseed oil and benzine. Eyes were painted with four inch brushes. The standard billboards were 30 X 60 feet. Big. Sweet.

Rolling Stones 1973 World Tour
Made In The Shade (David Bowie in Drag)

Sparhawk painted the album cover, about 20 – 4X8 sheets of masonite. Huge. The remarkable Paul Chan painted the turbo eagle.

I worked for ArtKraft-Strauss and Villepigue. The companies never wanted women in the business but I was good at faces and they hired me. I’d get fired every 30 days, then brought back in, kept me ineligible for the union. The last job was 25 stories up. The street temp was 18 degrees and it was a windy November and I decided they weren’t paying me enough for all that and quit. During those years, I moonlighted weekends tending bar in a stinky little artist and biker haunt called The Barnabus Rex on old West Broadway before it turned into SoHo. While all the patrons were filling out grant forms for Guggenheims I was spending 40 hours a week with a brush in my hand mastering paint and having a ball. I was snobbed for selling out, to Advertising! Lucky me.

She Works Hard For Her Money


She Works Hard For Her Money oil on canvas, c.12 X 16 inches

Not an easy job but with certain freedoms, certain meals, and certain cash at the end of the shift.

The place is local, badly lit (they always are), and will become her high wire act of balance and negotiation between front door, kitchen, multiple personalities, tables in wrong places, uneven floors, empty salt and peppers, no napkin on table two, and a draft from somewhere that never quits.

STUNNING PETRAEUS HANDJOB or IS IT?


STUNNING PETRAEUS HANDJOB or IS IT

“This is a very personal matter, not a matter of intelligence,” the senior U.S. intelligence official said. (credit Horowitz & Miller, Washington Post, 10/10/12)

Hoo boy they got that one right. No intelligence required.

Because we’ve gone through the looking glass, pal. One hot fireball of corruption after another has been nonstop hurtling through the sky at the American population for years. None of your breaking news is news.

We all know what we’re seeing without the usual falsified investigations, made-up timelines, pretend guilty parties, pretend innocent politicians, who picked the fall guy or why ~ all of which are no doubt on their way ad nauseum. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Congress. Nobody cares.

No one in any governing body in this country is ever going to hold anyone of their kind accountable for anything, evermore. The American population may be properly exhausted by lies, but see all politicians for what they have become. We know what you’re doing to us.

One of the officials said Justice Department officials were unclear on what steps to take after they concluded that there would be no charges against the CIA director (Petraeus) or Broadwell and that there had been no breach of national security. “What was our responsibility?”   said one of the officials. “We were in an area where we’d never been before.” (credit Horowitz & Miller, Washington Post, 10/10/12)

Of course he doesn’t have a clue. National judgement based on constitutional reference or plain logic no longer exists. Our systems of highest security are fallen to the sea. The population is the first to figure it out and the last to be officially notified. Still, it’s a rare conclusion. I mean, who’s he talking to? A country of amnesiacs?

We made the bed we lie in from histrionic celebration of power/money-mad politicians who profit from corrupting their sacred trust instead of being put in jail. Who unequivocally malign or murder their inconvenient mistresses and never stand trial. Who fail their duty to disclose flaws of candidates giving them authority great and small over the governance of 350 million people…yet still hold office. Morality is now speculative. Truth, now subjective.  2 + 2 now = whatever you like.

Mitt Romney was the wrong opponent in a 2 party system because he surrendered with only 10 percent of the vote counted. If he’s not a fighter, he’s no good to anyone. I think we’re going to see state-wide secession big time, and a population that picks where to live for the political climate not the purple mountain majesties or shining seas. Then we’ll either have a civil war or avoid one.

As for the press, your capital has been spent. WE DON’T NEED YOU. WE DON’T HEED YOU. WE DON’T READ YOU. Where’s Bob Dylan when he could be doing some good again. Oh right, he’s just another old white guy.

(Note: Barbara Sparhawk is a former speechwriter for Congresswoman Geraldine Ferraro; news writer, producer, & researcher for New York’s WCBS, WABC, FOX TV, and ABC and WOR Radio, and reporter for The NY Post. She currently has an art gallery on California’s central coast where she happily produces and sells her own paintings and drawings.)

One more, Flowers and Moth Caught by the Wind


 

FLOWERS and MOTH CAUGHT by the WIND

I did this awhile back, and it’s been one of my favorites. It’s got a nice weight of paint on it and the colors are good, and there’s a fine activity to it. If I do say so myself.

The moth is in the lower right hand corner, not too visible and definitely not in distress.  This sold, last week in the gallery.

I overheard two musicians talking about the effect of wild climate on the landscape. Of course plants love the wind, said one. Otherwise there wouldn’t be poetry.