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Monday, December 31, 2007
New family member
Our little Grummlet is here!
Hawkeye Van Clede Grumm - 6 lbs 10 oz.
Monday, November 19, 2007
New Gallery in Toronto
The Loch Gallery in Toronto, ON has asked me to participate in a group exhibition this coming February.
Labels: Canada, Loch Gallery, Ontario, Toronto
Thursday, September 27, 2007
NEWS
The Klaudia Marr Gallery in Santa Fe, NM asked me to be part of their Annual Realism Inivitational from Oct. 5 - Nov. 5 (now in its 14th year). I sent them a couple of paintings and look forward to how my art is received down in Santa Fe.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Rants & Raves
It's getting down to crunch time for the big show at the Rovzar Gallery in Kirkland. I have about five more painting ideas I want to get out before the opening, and the show is coming together quite well.
TG & Art Dog signing off.
I always gets stoked around this time because the show concept really starts to culminate, and I can see all the hard work coming together.
Not only am I creating my annual Rovzar exhibition, but I am in midstream on the renovation of my house. Most people would actually hate working on their house, but I really enjoy it. I find it quite therapeutic to do physical labor in contrast to painting.
Through this process, I have learned to appreciate some rather odd things, and have learned to hate some odd things too.
I'm particularly fond of the paint sample scanner at Home Depot. I think this is an ingenious invention. I don't know how it works, and I don't want to. I find it to be like a great magic trick. I just mix a color with my art paints, bring it in to the guy in the paint department, and say "mix me one gallon of this color in semi-gloss" and three hours later, my entire sun room is a color I invented.
I'm NOT particularly fond of those stupid little golf pencils. I was at IKEA today and they have these boxes of golf pencils to write your orders down. What exactly sharpens these things? These mini pencils are always sharpened with some of device that leaves a needle like nub, but only stays sharp for the duration of six letters. They drive me nuts.
I love friends with big-ass trucks. A big dinged up truck is like the holy grail when renovating your house. It's really a never ending, thousand-pound assistant.
My contractor and I have come to the conclusion that drywall is an invention that has had its day in the sun and now the sun needs to set. Why are we still using this crap? Drywall is everywhere. I see it in retail stores, all dinged up and chipped. This product is like putting burnt toast on your walls. Then you mud all the seams with what looks like masking tape, and after it dries, you sand it smooth. Let's not forget all the dust this process kicks up around your entire home. You'd think that was it, but no, you have to create several layers of this like icing on a cake. On top of that, you have to apply texture to the walls to cover any imperfections. Then comes two coats of primer and only then do you get to paint!
What decade is this? It's 2007 and we are still using this crap. It was invented in 1916 and has not made any advancements since that time. Someone needs to solve our dependency on this product and the waste it produces.
On the flip side, I love that my local dump is open 24hrs a day. I can load my friend's big-ass truck (see the circle of life at work here) with all the leftover drywall and hit the dump site at three o'clock in the morning. The only people around at that hour are night-owl artists and sketchy looking murder suspects disposing of mafia issued black garbage bags. No lines, no waiting, just dump and go. I don't know why it's open, but I love that little perk.
TG & Art Dog signing off.
Monday, July 23, 2007
A side of Shubunkin
Hey there - just a quick blog entry giving you an update on some of my daily angst.
The barking dogs around my studio are driving me mad. I am worried that barking dogs will cause me to unwittingly drop evil devil dogs into my art - which can't be good.
I have also been battling a mysterious black cat which keeps eating the fish out of my pond. I was buying a really beautiful variety of goldfish called Shubunkin, but because of this evil cat I call "Pitch" for the movie Pitch Black. He stealthily arrives in the middle of the night and feasts on my handpicked Shubunkins. Pitch's relentless victories, in the dearth of night, have wore me down in keeping the pond properly stocked. I am now wondering if my new foe - has inadvertently become my pet - as I seem to be supplying him with a nightly sushi dinner! I am now buying $0.26 goldfish that Pet Smart lovingly refers to as... bait.
Last night, I caught Pitch at about 3am having a late night dinner on my last orange & white Shubunkin. I threw an 8oz bottle of Cerulean Blue at him and he scattered like a ghost.
I really would like to end this charade but can't think of a way where I don't wind up like an 87 yr-old hill billy who puts tacky netting over there pond, or a sadistic mountain man who cammo's up and hides out behind a mound of zebra grass with a single shot pellet gun waiting to kill a ferrell(sp?) cat.
I will try to snap a photo of Pitch and maybe put him in a future painting... it might even be therapeutic.
TG and Art Dog signing off
p.s. Art Dog has no interest in getting off her fat behind to chase cats, she's perfectly content to just saw logs.
The barking dogs around my studio are driving me mad. I am worried that barking dogs will cause me to unwittingly drop evil devil dogs into my art - which can't be good.
I have also been battling a mysterious black cat which keeps eating the fish out of my pond. I was buying a really beautiful variety of goldfish called Shubunkin, but because of this evil cat I call "Pitch" for the movie Pitch Black. He stealthily arrives in the middle of the night and feasts on my handpicked Shubunkins. Pitch's relentless victories, in the dearth of night, have wore me down in keeping the pond properly stocked. I am now wondering if my new foe - has inadvertently become my pet - as I seem to be supplying him with a nightly sushi dinner! I am now buying $0.26 goldfish that Pet Smart lovingly refers to as... bait.
Last night, I caught Pitch at about 3am having a late night dinner on my last orange & white Shubunkin. I threw an 8oz bottle of Cerulean Blue at him and he scattered like a ghost.
I really would like to end this charade but can't think of a way where I don't wind up like an 87 yr-old hill billy who puts tacky netting over there pond, or a sadistic mountain man who cammo's up and hides out behind a mound of zebra grass with a single shot pellet gun waiting to kill a ferrell(sp?) cat.
I will try to snap a photo of Pitch and maybe put him in a future painting... it might even be therapeutic.
TG and Art Dog signing off
p.s. Art Dog has no interest in getting off her fat behind to chase cats, she's perfectly content to just saw logs.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Welcome!
Good evening from Grumm studios,
My wife has created this “blog” for me and I thought it might be interesting to get a small bit of insight into what is on my brain. Usually, it is complete randomness, but indirectly I think it all finds its way back to my art. Many times, I never really figure it out. When I was little, I wrote regularly in a journal, but ever since I started drawing, I found that to be a more descriptive outlet. Perhaps the dual angles will be interesting. I will not make an effort to organize my thoughts, since I prefer the randomness, a little like my paintings.
I guess you should know, that last night at 3am I ran out of raw sienna, and wished for a brief moment there was a 24-hour “art mart” and the one near my studio would have a drive through. In addition, while were going with this 3am fantasy, the raw sienna would be on sale! Oh, and they would have a fresh cup of coffee, and a stamp card, so the 10th cup of joe would be free.
Which reminds me, if anyone out there has an affiliation with any oil change franchises, like grease monkey, or jiffy lube, they really need to have punch cards too. People would be so motivated to come back to the same place every 3k miles if, like the coffee stands, they gave you a punch card, and the 10th visit is free. Why do I have to come up with this crap? Can’t they come up with ideas that bring there stockholders added revenue.
I need to go, it's time to punch the art clock. my wife has gone to bed, and the coffee maker just beeped. I will talk to you soon. Art dog (more on her later) and I are signing off, t.
My wife has created this “blog” for me and I thought it might be interesting to get a small bit of insight into what is on my brain. Usually, it is complete randomness, but indirectly I think it all finds its way back to my art. Many times, I never really figure it out. When I was little, I wrote regularly in a journal, but ever since I started drawing, I found that to be a more descriptive outlet. Perhaps the dual angles will be interesting. I will not make an effort to organize my thoughts, since I prefer the randomness, a little like my paintings.
I guess you should know, that last night at 3am I ran out of raw sienna, and wished for a brief moment there was a 24-hour “art mart” and the one near my studio would have a drive through. In addition, while were going with this 3am fantasy, the raw sienna would be on sale! Oh, and they would have a fresh cup of coffee, and a stamp card, so the 10th cup of joe would be free.
Which reminds me, if anyone out there has an affiliation with any oil change franchises, like grease monkey, or jiffy lube, they really need to have punch cards too. People would be so motivated to come back to the same place every 3k miles if, like the coffee stands, they gave you a punch card, and the 10th visit is free. Why do I have to come up with this crap? Can’t they come up with ideas that bring there stockholders added revenue.
I need to go, it's time to punch the art clock. my wife has gone to bed, and the coffee maker just beeped. I will talk to you soon. Art dog (more on her later) and I are signing off, t.