Wall Drug Landscape I

This could just be my mania, but ever since my first almost month-long wanderings with my hubby in the mid-west, I have been tickled by and enamored of the Wall Drug signs that line the highway in South Dakota. They seem to be every mile or so. If you've never been, Wall Drug is not what it sounds like. Not a pharmacy per se, at least not anymore. Wall is the town and it is TINY! A main street has shops lining it that are all connected by interior walkways and there is a covered boardwalk out front that evokes the old west.

I Googled the Wall Drug billboards once an found out that they were all painted by a man named Dobby. So nicknamed because of the daubs of paint all over his clothing. The sad irony of his story is how he met his end. He was out on the highway, getting ready to make a new billboard, when all the sheets of plywood slid off his truck and crushed him. Talk about sacrificing for your art! Well, this series is in honor of you, Dobby!

City Island Monopoly III

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Well, I can go on and on with this subject matter.

Pop Caps and Pop Art I

This is a poster by Marisol from a book that I have with American posters from 1945-75. I have a big jar full of old bottle caps that I picked up from a flea market probably close to 20-25 years ago. I am loving the idea of juxtaposing the pop art with the pop caps. They really seem to work so well together. Quirky and fun.

Pop Caps and Pop Art II

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Ode to Roy Lichtenstein. I could have mechanically recreated the red dots that comprise the coloring of her skin, but this way it makes it my own take on his work.

City Island Monopoly II

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Another view of my handmade Monopoly board. Watercolor lends itself so perfectly to recreating the different veneers. Satinwood, birdseye maple etc. The brass inlays on the actual board have dulled over the years, but I think I've succeeded in making them look convincingly lustrous.

Glad Hand II

Here's my fun little mannequin hand that I found at a flea market in Woodstock many years ago, with a tin NYE noisemaker. When I was a little kid, my mom would wake us up to bang pots and pans on the front stoop. It was a treat, when I got a bit older, to go to the party at my grandmother's and get to use these wonderful tin noisemakers.

Now and Then

This is certainly self-explanatory, but I do love to contemplate the immense changes in all aspects of our society in a relatively short span of time. I hate to tell you, but I still own an 8 track player and tapes! (And, yes, I do listen to them on occasion!) People under 30 years of age probably don't even know what that is.