Saturday, October 26, 2013

Whose that author?

Boys. Yes, boys come next. After the blood the boys come. Like sniffing dogs, grinning and slobbering, trying to find out where that smell is. That...smell!
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Cody Jarrett said...

The pride of Maine hisself, the ultra liberal nutbag, Steve King.

Carrie.

October 26, 2013 at 7:29 PM
The Dude said...

Drivers in Maine are not thorough enough.

October 26, 2013 at 7:31 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

So long as it is a pig hanging their, I feel a wee bit better.

October 26, 2013 at 7:36 PM
chickelit said...

Isn't that the first step in makin' bacon?

October 26, 2013 at 8:45 PM
ndspinelli said...

This is looking like Crack's blog!!

October 26, 2013 at 9:38 PM
MamaM said...

What's this? I go away for a few days and this turns into a hunting cabin. With the local guy who keeps the place stocked taking down the cheesecake calendars and hanging up pics of himself in a sweater, trying out the furniture.

October 26, 2013 at 9:57 PM
Michael Haz said...

That don't look kosher.

October 27, 2013 at 9:14 AM
ricpic said...

Funny, I took a picture book of Grandma Moses' paintings out of the library and nary a one of them shows this graphic side of farm life. Although she loved to paint fire: woods on fire, covered bridges on fire: so there was a violent streak in the old biddy. Just came out in fire not blood.

October 27, 2013 at 10:52 AM
chickelit said...

The photo is very Tarantino. Gratuitous.

October 27, 2013 at 2:11 PM
Cody Jarrett said...

Best part is that it's a picture of a prop pig, not a real pig.

October 27, 2013 at 4:28 PM
chickelit said...

All the more Tarantino then, Cody J.

October 27, 2013 at 7:00 PM
Cody Jarrett said...

That's a $500 prop right there.

October 27, 2013 at 7:15 PM
blake said...

Yeah, I'd say King, too.

October 27, 2013 at 10:23 PM
Cody Jarrett said...

Thanks for the validation, blake.

But I wasn't guessing, I was answering.

October 27, 2013 at 10:32 PM
blake said...

Sorry, Cody, I hadn't noticed your pee stains on the post.

October 28, 2013 at 1:20 PM
MamaM said...

...hadn't noticed your pee stains on the post.

On this post, it's not about the visual, it's following "where that smell is. That...smell!"

October 28, 2013 at 2:36 PM
MamaM said...

so there was a violent streak in the old biddy. Just came out in fire not blood.

My mom is deathly afraid of lightning. It's a fear that traces back to her own mother, who was raised on a farm where watching the barn during thunderstorms was a family experience, with "That was a close one!" being the phrase delivered whenever a strike happened nearby. On the flip side of that, I spent more than a few occasions following firetrucks in the car as a captive passenger with my mom to watch something burn. One of the favorite home movies, repeatedly shown in my youth (no tv until I was 13), was one of a house burning to the point where the blackened frame and timbers collapsed after which playing it backwards was also considered entertaining or mesmerizing or something.

Although I'm somewhat familiar with Grandma Moses' work, I hadn't noticed fire in her paintings. Having followed that scent, I'm not surprised it's there. Death and blood is part of farm life, fire is trauma.

October 28, 2013 at 2:52 PM
Cody Jarrett said...

Yes, MamaM.

Fire is one of the few things I'm actively afraid of.

Almost lost my house a few years ago. Fortunately, I had a spare.

October 28, 2013 at 3:54 PM
ricpic said...

MamaM -- The book I have is huge, like her whole output. Anyway, apparently she kept a newspaper photograph of a covered bridge burning outside Troy, NY; she kept it for a quarter of a century and did several paintings of the bridge burning, intense red flames sweeping in a lower left to upper right diagonal (across her canvas).

She's a lot more adventurous than I thought before getting a good look at her output. Many paintings that are kind of boring but every now and then dramatic skies and even the way she handles vegetation, the fields the trees the bushes, her approach to the problem of verisimilitude can change radically, or in plain english she's willing to take chances to get an effect that she probably remembered from decades back.

October 28, 2013 at 6:23 PM

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