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Shelley’s Blog

Sometimes they come like padded cat's feet, sometimes crashing down in a sinus headache before dawn. Some writers think of them first (they become guides) and for others they're an afterthought. I remember when an artist friend of mine did me the honor of naming one of her pieces.  It was made of hog gut--twisted, stretched, dried into a provocative elliptical form now dangling from her Kailua (Hawai'i) home ceiling.  This was the same house she had to tent and treat because of the pervasive termites that plague the...

Never mind, for now, who will read it.  We are seduced by a book's cover--or not.  I hope you will like this one which features two photographs by Rick Dingus.  No, this is not his "blue" period (note the sky) but work from the twenty years in which he created "photo drawings."  With graphite or silver colored pencils, sometimes colored crayons, Rick challenges the notion that photographs are objective, real, true.  He calls them incomplete "quotations" rather than facts and uses the drawings to blue the distinction between...