The End is NEAR.

The title of this post has multiple meanings. Meaning #1. We are indeed leaving Santa Fe in three short weeks. #2. The whole world seems to have been turned upside down and everyone in America is about to consume enough food tomorrow to feed half of Africa for a week. So...the way I see it, the humble turkey has been elected mascot for the end of the world, or at least the end to what was left of human sanity. I am sure it is a job in which he would rather not be employed. I mean...the local grocery stores have manned their parking lots with police officers just to get past the onslaught of shoppers hellbent on purchasing cranberries in a can and other sage-y extras. It's just plain weird people. Why do we feel that the date tomorow somehow empowers us to consume three times the amount we would on any other day? Or that the date tomorrow somehow creates a mystical circle of warmth and happiness around our families, relatives and friends that we do not acknowledge on barely any other day of the year? I find these things puzzling..do you? It IS nice to get together and break bread with folks we care about...but it is weird to ONLY do it because you have been told it is the date to do so and then to stuff yourself blind in the process. We will be consuming our polyester tofu turkey tomorrow. Don't get me wrong...I have nostalgic Thanksgiving Day memories from childhood and I enjoy the concept of peeps stopping for a moment to dwell on the good things in their life. But still, there is something there that smacks of bizarre overindulgent brainwashing. This blog seems to be turning into my soap box for holiday bashing. As Popeye so eloquently said..."I yam what I yam." Yes Popeye...me too.


SO! Now that I have spewed forth with my Thanksgiving Day bashing... the other topic at hand is our impending move from Santa Fe. The yard sale went off without a hitch. Well... a slight hitch does exsist in that we did not sell every single item we had to offer. But these things are being dealt with in a somewhat inefficient and last minute manner. "Everythig must go" is still our standing motto. Included in that everythig is Dolly...our VW camper. Asking someone to buy Dolly is like asking someone to give you money to watch your sick dog that will pee on their carpet and steal their money in the night. So...any takers on that proposition? Yah...I didn't think so.

We are still painting...right up until the end. I am working on a 30 x 90 commission piece and Billy is currently obsessed with mastering "values." He wanders around the house and yard with a little view finder type gadget peeping through at things to see what their values are. Not to be confused with their morals or ideals...just where they fall on the color charts...thats all. I'll post pictures of the results of both occupations once they have come to a fruitful end. Until then...

Halloween in Fanta Se...and a Halloween rant in general.

Hit the streets of Santa Fe on Halloween and what you will quickly realize is that you are not really too sure if people are wearing costumes...or just their regular every day clothing. We have cowboys, gypsies, gurus and the folks I like to call "The Health Nut Zombies" which are the people who are so freakin' healthy they actually look sickly and they sometimes wear 80's type work out clothing (complete with stretchy terry cloth sweatbands), if not that they are wrapped in what looks like 14 bed sheets made of hemp. So, as I was saying....real cowboy or costumed cowboy? Real white lady who is convinced she's an Indian Priestess or costumed Indian Priestess? This is why they call it "The City Different." We have a nice assortment of intense individuals here who are on full display like peacocks in Spring, all a-quiver with their colorful feathers blazing, literally. It makes for a fun atmosphere every day of the year...not just on Halloween.
I have never understood why any number of outfits or ideas are considered fair game for a Halloween costume. We have lost scope of what Halloween is truly supposed to be...a cheerleader, Barbie or Elmo really has nothing to to with anything. Not unless you spray fake blood all over the cheerleader's uniform and stick an axe in the middle of her forehead. Also...it is really bizarre that people dress their kids (or themselves for that matter) as Indians, Geisha's or any other ethnicity. As if that is a "pretend costume." Now...if you are going to be a vampire Geisha...I will give you leeway there... or a werewolf Indian guy. That works on some odd level of rationalization too. Because you have again entered the realm of all things Halloweenie. Monsters, zombies, black cats, witches, 14 eyed sea monsters and the like are all where it's at. I will admit though...it all depends on how you look at a thing. Barbie....is scarey, as well as Elmo and other random, modern children's idols. Actually in some ways Barbie is way creepier than any half rotten, green faced zombie could ever dream of being. The zombie may eat your physical brains out...but Barbie will leave a deep, charred black pit where a thing called "your soul" used to reside. On that note...I think I have said enough. Have a spooky Halloween and watch out for the horrible, hideous, prowling fairy princesses. They will blind you with their pink fluffiness and eat all your candy before you can say "Bibbity Babbety BOO."

Billy Pimps Our Ride...and this blog site cramps my style.

Ahhhhh....blogger.com, you cause me great pain on this day. I wrote out my whole "thing" and YOU LOST IT! Technical difficulties make me want to crack you one upside your bloggy head. Soooo.....here I go again.

Yesterday was the big day when our anxiously awaited package arrived...our brand new, special ordered airbrushed custom front truck tag. What? Yah...I hear ya....it's totally rad baby. It's got the big red puffy hearts for a background with "Billy & Juju" scrawled across the front. I now feel so a part of the world of silly truck accessories and the people who embrace them as a total neccesity. So now that our new accessory has been firmly bolted to Big Berta's face....we are ready for anything. Billy mentioned he was afraid that our new tag would qualify us for an ass whippin' in some areas of the country. To which I replied...Oh no! This will be just the thing that KEEPS us from getting an ass whippin' honey! Besides, who would want to beat up a couple of superfly geeks like us?

So now the question is...to carve or not to carve? I have this big ole punkin sittin' in the dining room in all it's lovily gourdiness waiting for me to hack into it with our one dull, crappy butcher knife. Tonight? Or wait til tomorrow? I am feeling sad and droopy due to the Daylight Savings Time torture device which has been applied to my brain today...so I may go ahead and wait until tomorrow to do the hacking.

I finished a new, small painting today which will be listed up on eBay tonight at around 8:30...it's a nice one if I do say so myself. Even though it looks a wee bit dullish in this photo here. I promise....it is ohhh so riveting in person.

Pre Hook Up...Everything must GO.

Welcome to our humble adobe abode. This will remain home for the next 7 weeks or so. Then we are outta here to head to Illinois for Christmas and into the new year. If it does not fit into the back of Big Berta (our truck) it does not get to come with.

So...It's not your typical household. It's just not. It's a custom built, order in chaos, lookie what I found! type of a situation in here. But it is soon to be disassembled, sold and will be just a memory. Onward and upward as they say! A few weeks from now we are hosting a yard sale...one of those "Everything MUST GO!" sales. Because truly...everything really MUST go. It should prove to be an interesting sale...tons of vintage clothes, weird craft shit and a smattering of furniture. I say a smattering because that is all we have to begin with. All of this will put us one step closer to our new Airstream Trailer...which is the real goal here.

This site will document the phases of getting oursleves into a trailer...and then once we hit the road it will chronicle the trip itself. A trip which may last as long as three years. We will be painting on the road and selling our artwork as a means for survival. All pickles, TP, Earl Grey tea and popsicles will be purchased with the proceeds from our art sales...not to mention paying our truck payment etc. This is serious stuff people.

To view our current art auctions on eBay...

http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZbirdsongvintageQQhtZ-1

http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZmclanefineartQQhtZ-1


Thanks for your mental, physical and metaphysical support.