Casting My Net

Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's
Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s

The electric saffron was a fail. I pulled the sheers down after a few days and packed them away. They were a great color but sheer technology is a thing of the past. Their flouncing and billowing insinuated itself into the space eating up everything around them. They didn’t go with the modern lines of the room.

The red fish net I’ve been working with on the other hand seems to know its place. When hung properly it clings to the wall like a needy lover. And I’m learning to keep it simple stupid and just kiss the ass of cheap Southern California construction. You can’t fight it.

My original inspiration for the studio was Diana Vreeland’s red-red Garden from Hell Living Room. But this space is too small to do such intense, refined layering (i.e., I didn’t have her budget).

I ended up with more of a Pawpaw Patch from Purgatory.

As one enters.
The Red Lion has been relieved of bathroom duties and now stands watch over the entry way. And the modem.
The long view from the kitchen.
Industry of Illusion by Linda Sibio. My latest acquisition.
Go down Moses. My ersatz Grandma. One can almost see the moonlight shimmering off Lake Woeisme.
Bacchus and the water cooler are there to remind me we’re in the desert: hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.
Something you don’t see every day: my vintage Stalin figure from the Cathedral of the Spilled Blood.
Space is the last luxury. I don’t have much but it’s not quite as claustrophobic as this shot seems.
The turd lamps seem to float above the bad oils of Indiana collection.
Along with the Red Lion and Whitey the Siberian, all the great cats are represented in my studio. With the possible exception of Sammy Davis Jr.
The Versailles monkey clock my Mother gave me.
I stumbled over this John Derain Napoleon plate many times when my apartment was in storage upheaval. Finally I just pounded a nail in the wall to hang it until there was time to deal with it. I intended to sell it but it may have found a home.
Since seniors spend most of their time in bed, extra care was given to the design of the sleeping chamber.
Swiss Army Blanket, Bergdorfs 1980s. Made in Switzerland, the acidy, abstract pattern still has appeal. Except I’ve never found a use for it. Until now. Cass was in New York too when I was considering it. I took her to see it, her comment was, “you should get it if you like it.” A sophisticated way of saying *I wouldn’t touch it with a 10 foot pole.”
At study with my copy of DV’s Allure.

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One thought on “Casting My Net”

  1. DV …WOULD HAVE LOVED WHAT YOU HAVE DONE AGAIN…ONWARD AND UPWARD… YOU ARE JUST LIKE YOUR CATS
    …YOU ALWAYS LAND ON YOUR FEET…AS LONG AS YOU HAVE YOUR RED HIGH TOPS YOUR TOES ARE ALWAYS
    PROTECTED… DANCE TO THE RED SHOES…

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