


Meanwhile, here are some old sketches that fall forward the kind of inflatable sculptures I am cultivating, and the king of ornament that the honorable WNF, or Henly Swerthing, would want me to be.
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Meanwhile, here are some old sketches that fall forward the kind of inflatable sculptures I am cultivating, and the king of ornament that the honorable WNF, or Henly Swerthing, would want me to be.
Another note, I practically closed down security at the Las Vegas airport when the jacket Terry tailored for me (including l.e.d. lights and battery packs....) went through the x-ray. It was actually the light bulb samples we got at the trade show that triggered the bag to be opened, but when they saw hand stitching on the lining of a jacket and wires coming out, all of a sudden there were a lot of official people stopping by and speaking in hushed tones and using a lot of letters as we saw all the lines in front of us shut down. They were all very nice people and handled by electric jacket with grace. So Terry's fashions are at least being photographed by some very important people! We were swabbed, frisked, ask a million questions and sent on our way. The guy in front of us had a huge steak knife "he uses to fix his car" and that seemed somehow reasonable. They kept the knife.
95 paintings in 95 hours. You will need to see the beginning of the telling of this story on http://harnetthargrove.blogspot.com/
This string between two old art warriors begins March 25th.
Jayne - I can't find any images from 95 hours - Thanks for sharing - wow - that was a trip to do AFTER the main 30 day installation - jeez! What a blast.
I did find a couple of pix of HK...
Jayne,
Remember that night, March 1997 after installing the Dragon in Little Shanghai - North Point, you and Ann were desperate to go to the Hotel for a few hours of sleep - certainly not rest - it was like 4am - BUT the gaurds were not going to let you out of the building, because you didn't have your photo pass with you and they were being sticklers.
You decided to "make a break for it" and escape through the parking garage with the gaurds running after you, to grab a cab to wisk you back to the "relative" comforts of the 4 star hotel that played the same techno pop song in the elevator for the 3 years we worked there.