Pour Me Another

A few posts back (Ribbit!), I displayed my first dirty pour acrylic painting.  

Here are my latest experiments.

Two small river rocks above.

8" by 10" canvas below.

Part of the attraction of this technique is the mystery element.  Although you have a specific 'look' in mind, it seldom (never?) turns out that way.  Another attraction is the short lead time, only takes about 45 minutes to prep the surface, mix the paints, pour, move the paint around by tilting the canvas - or rock.  That's it, all done except for adding clear topcoat after two days drying time.

Willow Beach, AZ

Willow Beach Campground with a sliver of the Colorado River showing in upper right.

Pictures above and below were taken 180 degrees from each other.  I climbed up to and onto the outcropping to take the shot above.  The outcropping on which I was standing is the narrow mesa-like finger in the center of the picture below.  The steps in the foreground, below, lead up to tent camping sites.



We were here 2 years ago at Christmas time with David and Elaine.  This time, Tom & Louise joined the group.  They all kayaked while I went to Costco and Total Wine in Henderson.  Next day we rented a boat and headed upriver as far as we could.  Was hoping to get views of Hoover Dam but that wasn't possible: hazardous waters and security barriers pulled us up a few miles short.

Just short of mile marker 60 (number of miles upriver from Davis Dam) we went ashore to see the hot springs.  David and I hiked up a narrow slot canyon to view the springs but didn't get very far.  The stream of warm water flowing from the springs came down through a sharp vee carved into the rock.  Needed waterproof boots to continue.

Below is where we had to stop, no place to walk except in the stream itself.

Third Bash

Two years ago, while on our annual summer RV trek, our neighbor called to inform us that someone had demolished our stucco mailbox.  She had a friend take the picture below.

Our mail was being forwarded to a private mail handling service so immediate replacement of the box was not an issue.  We had a handyman haul off the remains.  Shortly after we returned home, the mail carrier stopped by, told us she did it, gave us a claim form.  The USPS honored the claim, paid enough to replace the box in kind.

We decided to do a gabion column instead of stucco.  I took a jackhammer to the remains of the stucco box, and ordered the gabion parts, a locking mailbox and a set of metal house numbers.  Assembly was fairly easy but hauling the rocks was another matter.  We made numerous trips to a local rock place, hand picking the rocks and hauling them home in 5-gallon buckets.  Over a ton of rocks!

When the project was completed, we congratulated ourselves, and I said, "If they hit that, they'll know they really hit something!"

Sure enough, 3 weeks ago, it got bashed again.  Ruined.  And yes, whoever did the dirty deed bloody well knew it.  Couldn't prove it, but given the angle and height of impact, we're 99% sure it was the mail carrier.  Again.  The local post office 'investigated' but the alleged perp didn't confess (had already done a hit and run, so no surprise) and the vehicle's heavy duty rubber bumper appeared to be undamaged.  As they say in Russia, tough shit-ski.

I ordered new gabion parts and we built it all over again, much quicker this time cuz the rocks were already there.  I positioned the new box further back from the road, hopefully making it less vulnerable to dipstick mail carriers and demolition derby wannabees. 

That covers the 2 most recent bashes.  The first bash occurred several years ago.  Neighbor lady hit the old stucco box, causing cosmetic damage.  She paid for the repair. 

Wanna place a bet on how long it will be before it gets bashed again?  Given the history, I'm not betting.

Ribbit!

Ribbit!

Dirty Pour Acrylic Collage

12" Clay Pot

This is my first 'dirty pour' and first use of metallic acrylics.  When 2 or more colors are placed in the same container and then poured onto canvas, board, paper, whatever, it's called a dirty pour.  I used 4 colors on this flower pot.  A dirty pour is a total crapshoot.  The paint is in control rather than the painter.

Did it come out the way I wanted?  Uh, uh!  Not even close, much darker than I intended.  I like it though.  The frog was an afterthought, was on the cover of an old National Geographic sitting on the corner of my work table.  Froggie had been staring at me for 2 years: okay, froggie, got a whole new gig for you.  The green-dominant surface seemed a likely frog habitat.

It was a fun project, will definitely do more pours.

Many thanks to my good - and very creative - friend Lisa for giving me the idea.

Green Yuk

Cilantro.  Am I the only person in the world that absolutely hates the stuff?  Where the devil did it come from anyway*?  Never even heard of it until a few years ago.  Now, it's everywhere: salsa, salad dressing, coffee, tea, every other entree on restaurant menus.  It's even in some ales!  Now, that's going too far, a crime against humanity if ever there was one.

And then there's arugula, not quite as repulsive as cilantro but a very close second .  Would rather wash my mouth out with soap.  The aftertaste would certainly be better.  Less long-lasting, too.  It's been a while since I've indulged in mouth soaping, but the memory remains.  This will come as no surprise to those who know me: I was a wise ass kid, got the soap 'cure' several times.  Sadly - or gladly, depending on your point of view - the cure didn't take.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love salads!  Chef's salads especially.  Happily, Trish makes fantastic salads, both delicious and attractive ("First you eat with your eyes," she says).  Never, ever do they include the two maggot-gaggers named above.  There are lots of other edible salad makings.

Roughage.  That's what Mom called salads, a true roughage believer.  Ahead of her time, actually.  Never hear the term roughage anymore.  Now it's fiber.  A comedian on one of the SeriusXM channels has a routine about fiber.  He complains that his daughter, a nurse, is always pushing him to eat more fiber.  "Eat fiber, Daddy, lots and lots of fiber."  He goes on, "Fiber, fiber, fiber!  Twigs and leaves and bran!  Ate so much fiber I started passing wicker furniture."

*Cilantro has been in use for 5000 years or more, probably originated in India, thought to be an aphrodisiac, especially in Asia.  What's with the Asians and their weird aphrodisiacs?  Can't get it up?  There are more people of the Asian persuasion than any other ethnic group, so getting it up doesn't seem to be a major issue.

Ancients Among Us

Crocodiles and alligators.  Somehow these critters crawled into our dinner conversation.  We both knew they'd been around a long time, no idea how long of course.  I commented that cockroaches had been around a long time, too.  Trish isn't the least bit fond of roaches, doesn't even want to talk about 'em.  Can't say I'm a fan, either, but some folks like 'em.  Chinese folks especially; they have roach farms where they raise millions of 'em for food, cosmetics and medicines; $20 a pound.



Curiosity aroused, I googled it.  And the winner is...roaches!  Would you believe 350 million years?  Crocs and their cousins: 200 million years.  No contest.  Roaches survived while dinosaurs came and went, their window was 65-230 million years ago.

Still curious, I wondered what other ancient critters are still around.  And if roaches were the overall title holder.  Nope.  Several sea creatures are older (in millions of years): horseshoe crab 445; nautilus 500; jellyfish 550; sponge 580.  Are sponges critters?  Sure.  What the heck.

Nautilus

And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the overall winner, the longest living thing on earth.  Soup!  Well, it looks like soup.  Decidedly unappetizing soup.

Cyanobacteria, 2.8 billion years old

Although I see little resemblance to anyone in my family tree, these little fellas may be our common ancestor, the common ancestor of everything for that matter.  They were the first ever microbes to produce oxygen via photosynthesis.

Windex?

Shortly after entering western Idaho on I-84 this summer, we saw a solar power farm, then another one some time later.  Passing by the second one, it occurred to me that the panels need periodic cleaning and I asked Trish, "How do you suppose they clean those things?"  She, of course, was as clueless as I.  I followed up with, "There's probably a guy with a BIG bottle of Windex that does the cleaning.  It's his life's work.  Probably takes a year to clean them all, and by then the first one is dirty again.  Talk about job security."

The largest solar plant in the US is Solar Star in Rosamond, CA: 3200 acres, 1.7 million panels, 20.9 SF per panel.  That adds up to 35+ million SF of panel surface!   Rosamond is in the Mohave Desert, same desert I'm sitting in right now.  The Mohave is dusty.  And there are lots of birds, birds that haven't been toilet trained.  

No, Windex, paper towels and dozens of spray-and-wipe workers aren't gonna get the job done any time soon.  Besides, Windex and paper towels do a lousy job.  Home brew* and a squeegee are the way to go.

Here are some non-Windex devices:



A drone view of another method.

https://boingboing.net/2018/05/25/drones-eye-view-of-how-solar.html

There are several types of robotic devices similar to the one above, and some of these are fully automated, like this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8b6mE6meIM

*Home brew for cleaning windows - and residential solar panels?
1/3 cup cleaning ammonia
1 cup isopropyl (rubbing) alcohol
1squirt Dawn liquid dish soap
1 gallon water

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