Anyone who has known me since my film-camera days will know about my obsession with stone angels. They fascinate me endlessly, I love their faces, covered over with lichen and moss and acid rain, their downcast eyes so reverentially watching over the graves of dead children. Somehow I find them comforting and solid and real. Today I spent the afternoon seeking out interesting angels at the Oakwood Cemetery in Raleigh, NC. There are many civil war dead there, and some very old tombs. Here is an assortment of shots, all done with iPhone7 Plus, some with depth effect. Post proc was done with Noir, PhotoToaster, and Jazz.
I recently attended a fly-in airplane rally in Camden South Carolina. There were so many wonderful aircraft to walk around and ogle, and their owners were the most fun group of pilots I have ever hung out with. Pilots in general are smart, dedicated, and obsessed with flying and airplanes and engines and everything about flight. They can talk for hours about which model airplanes in the 50s used which engines and how much horsepower they had and the wing dihedral … I learned a lot and laughed a lot and was generally treated like a long-lost cousin by a hundred total strangers who are now family. And I got to fly my friend Captain John Shearer’s Piper Aztec. I’d rather fly than EAT, and even exhausted and sleepless and strung out, when I climbed into the cockpit, all that fell away and it was pure exhilaration.
The airfield itself, in Camden, is a former air force base which is not a private airfield. As you can imagine, it has fallen into a bit of disrepair, but is well loved and well used. These hangar doors were pushed all the way open for the 3-day rally and the hangar overflowed with pilots and their families sitting at tables eating together, or with their folding chairs lined up facing the runways, watching every arrival and departure.
The highlight of the weekend was a privately owned DC-3, which I will talk more about in another post.
Yes, pizza. My good friends the Cappalettis are finally opening their restaurant, Capps Wood Fired Pizza. This isn’t actually an advert for them, because they don’t need one – the place will be packed. But I particularly loved helping them set up for their opening, not least because they are letting me exhibit my paintings there. I haven’t posted a lot of my paintings, that would be “mixed media”, ha ha, get it what I did there? Yes, I haven been dabbling in the tactile and thoroughly loving it. I start with a layer of heavily-textured gesso, and add paint and alcohol-based inks, which push each other around and blend and spread out in interesting ways which are hard to control so each piece is unique. The Capps have graciously let me hang my work, and it just so happens that my color schemes complement their walls (which are cayenne red). So this is what their pizza oven looked like, the very first time they fired it up. A thing of beauty. Then I got to watch John Cappaletti make the first pizza, and had the honor of taking the first bite. And let me tell you, it was GOOD. Garlic, cherry tomatoes, fresh basil and fresh mozzarella, creamy and delicious. Baked up puffy with a slight char on the bottom in about 3 minutes, no more. I won’t bore you with endless pictures of pizza, but am hoping to show some photos of my paintings in place. Manga!