In Which We Dabble in Art

Were you the one in the gimp suit?

 When Super Agent Fred died in back in September, I inherited, along with Toby, the world's sweetest cat, all of Fred's artwork.  Our friends and Fred's family took everything they wanted (I announced at the funeral no one would be allowed to leave without taking something.  I was fully prepared to turn the whole thing into a hostage situation) but even so, there was still quite a bit left.  My plan is to set up a website and advertise it as free art on Craigslist and see what happens. I'm trying not to use the phrases "unload" or "get rid of" but my delicate sensibilities will only go so far and I would really like to share some with the wider world and out of my guest room.

I had initially thought I would photograph each piece for the site, but after almost 4 months of doing exactly Jack shit, I contracted with a photographer to come in and shoot them for me.  So he was here this afternoon and managed in a little more than 2 hours to accomplish more than I was able to in 13 weeks.

He was very pleasant and very capable and I was glad of it. The schedule is that I will get the pictures back from him next week.  I've already set up the site and will try to overcome the slacker inertia which is such a charming part of my personality so that I can load all the pictures up there.  I will keep you naughty pusses abreast of developments.

He also came fully equipped with the affordable perfume so beloved by tradesman everywhere.  When I owned my own home and had to deal with the maintenance there, I got to be so familiar with it, I came to think of it as eau d' plumber.  I don't understand why any guy who comes to work on your place is guaranteed to arrive a few seconds behind a cloud of cologne.  And not just any cologne, but one with a sharp pungency which drills through my nose into my sinuses and from there into my skull. 

Both of the cats demonstrated their individual personalities when confronted with the photographer's invasion of their space.  Toby was friendly and wanted pets and demanded to be allowed in the room where he was shooting just so he could keep an eye on things.  Octavia was initially sort of skittish, but then decided she couldn't be bothered and went back to bed. 

I'm looking forward to organizing the Super Agent Fred Memorial Free Art Giveaway.  Initially when I was wrestling all of the pieces into my guest room, I thought there was about 50 or 60 of them.  Today, it turned out there are, in fact, more than 200.  So there's plenty to go around, no pushing please.  But nobody is getting out of here without at least one. 

Guys who are works of art:

I just love these bigguns.

I don't know how much work he has expended on thoser abs, but t was all worth it.

Get in loser, we're going to the mall.

In the studio

Plop

Don't think about summer being over, think about it coming now that we've passed the solstice.

Chiaroscuro

Nice calves.