Sunday, August 30, 2015

Museum for the Urban Ephemeral: The GASAM

There can't be enough small, niche museums in the world for me.  Which makes me very happy another one has appeared, this time in Space City.  Houston has a pretty rich and interesting graffiti and street art scene, so I hope the Graffiti and Street Art  Museum of Texas (official site & Facebook) takes deep roots.  

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Previously on Neon Poisoning:

Miina Äkkijyrkkä & Daniel Anguilu Should Exhibit Together

Graffiti is Italian: Graffiti in Italy

Paint Fades, Love Endures: Best Graffiti Ever

Wednesday Night Photo Post: Art Out and About

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Dallas Missed Masons and Interesting Oddfellows

While doing my occasional search for things masonic, I found that Domy Books had a show called
"As Above So Below: The Art of The Secret Society" at the Webb Gallery.  The exhibition and Domy are now long gone.

An upcoming Dallas trip to might have me stopping by old Masonic Temple on Hardwood. I'll see what the current owners did to it after they bought it from the Masons.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Machine Intelligence: My New Partner in Blogging

Thanks to a new upgraded in OS X,  I can just yammer at my computer and magical things happen. Like this blog post. The promise of new posts and blogging maybe at hand. How very exciting.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

The Barney Smith Toilet Seat Art Museum

Spring Break = lines (for everything you would want to see.)

 Lines suck.

There were no lines at the Barney Smith Toilet Seat Art Museum.

, originally uploaded by Mr. Kimberly.

Monday, January 07, 2013

Talking About Making Art: Success & Fail

Months ago,  I concluded other people have better tools to make some art I've been thinking about.   So, I started to hunt for a local laser cutting company.  Laser cutting = geeky high tech awesomeness.  Googling came up with Texas Laser Creations based in Houston.

From their website:

"Texas Laser is a Houston area based laser cutting /laser marking job shop, specializing in plastics, wood and textiles."

What the website should have said was...

"Thank you for visiting our out-of-date website.  Texas Laser was a laser cutting company that moved out of our first former crappy shop which still bears our name (and now looks like a set for a serial-killer movie), and after moving a second location, went out of business.  If you had called our number (or checked out our two bad online reviews) you could have saved yourself a trip."
The first place, seriously weird vibe.  After driving rural industrial roads, I pull into a busted up commercial space: parking lot with scrapped cars, locked office, and three garage doors.  Last one open.  Out of it rides a little kid on a bike.  I knock at the open garage door, asking a question that's pretty obvious, "Is this still the laser place?"  The sketchy guy watching loud TV says, "No sir."

However, it was a nice drive.  Houston always surprises me with it continual business/residential mix.  And in that part of town, lots of modest horse properties with old trees.

So, not as much art making as desired, but always nice getting introduced to strange new parts of town.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Sig's Tale of $48,000: Treasure in TX Town's Cemetery?

Earlier in the week, I was going nutty about unearned wealth.  The kind that just drops into your lap and you get to spend without reservation.   I wasn't thinking about the then-unwon Powerball lottery, I was thinking about $48,000 in buried treasure.  In 1951, Houston Press columnist Sig Byrd wrote of a second-hand account of 1935 bank robbery that resulted in the loot getting buried in the Jefferson, TX cemetery.  The great thing is the amount of detail that accompanied the story (the town, landmarks & the nearest gravestone.)

"It was said to be buried in a dutch over at the foot of a cedar tree, near a tombstone inscribed with the name A.D. Kenny," "besides the T & P tracks" (Texas & Pacific.)

A quick google map search shows in Jefferson, TX, a rail line on the south east border of the Oakwood cemetery.  Could this be the place? Not if my resource on the cemetery is correct (and thanks to the internet, I did find an expert on that small town's cemetery.)  But that is for another post.  Until then, here is the story in Sig's own words.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

In Where the Blogger Looks to Write a Blog Post, And Actually Does

As in most creative endeavors, the tangible result (a painting, a drawing, a blog entry, etc...)  is the goal.  But when motivation is blocked by indecision, frustration is my most frequent companion.

“There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision...  ...Full half the time of such a man goes to the deciding, or regretting, of matters which ought to be so ingrained in him as practically not to exist for his consciousness at all. If there be such daily duties not yet ingrained in any one of my readers, let him begin this very hour to set the matter right."

                                                          - William James, Principles of Psychology (1890)

So, this post, the first in over a month, is to string a small collection of words together (this very hour!).  And if I continue to do this, the habit of blogging will take root again.  It doesn't seem like much, but asking very little of myself is a kindness.

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In another victory of motivation over sloth, my love of roadside attractions (specifically Rock City, TN) resulted in me repainting my shed in countryside barn advertising.  Still needs some work, but this a pleasing start.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Texas Contemporary Art Fair 2012:

It was a quick hit and run at the Texas Contemporary Arts Fair on Saturday.  Only a few hours, which was not enough for me to digest the full range of galleries and artists.  But I did run into a few unexpected friends, which was bonus.

Also, had my smiling face added to the Asia Society's "What Are You" wall.  As a result of being overstimulated with all the art, I paraphrased my favorite Blazing Saddles quote and said, "My mind is flooded with rivulets of thought."  Which it was.

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Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Saturday, April 07, 2012

Sweet Peep Wreath: Crafting for the Holiday

Peep Wreath on the Door, originally uploaded by Mr. Kimberly.

If you pass this door, you now know where I live.  It's what happens when I have too much free time and 124 peeps.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

New Good Things from the Past & Present: Artistic Institutions

Jobs and employers.

They can be anything from the best thing ever to the worst, consuming time and thoughts that should be spent on friends, family and one's self.  So, I was happy to give two weeks notice at the job where I felt unable to meet my boss's unreasonable expectations, for what I hope to be my dream job.

Full time art installation at the Museum of Fine Arts Houston.

Just yesterday, I found this lovely typography-and-designed-filled ode to an former employee of the Knox Hat Company, circa 1907.  Robert MacFarland was given a gorgeous token of appreciation for his time at the company.

It was a reminder that people can be appreciated for their contributions (something that many of my co-workers expressed when I told them of my impending departure.)

And so, I look forward to new inspiration for myself and this blog.  In the mean time, enjoy the lovely artistic printing flickr user relic57 rediscovered and posted.

Resolution Engrossing II, originally uploaded by relic57.