(or) This way to the Underworld #2
“This is where we stop entertaining each other”
(or)
This Way to the Underworld #2
Animated shorts series
12 by 12 inches
J Kearns 2007
There are two artists in house and one is looking for the “right red”
On the floor in here are all my containers for pencils and pastels as H.o.p. was looking for just the “right red”. Folded sheets of paper are piled a foot high all over his desk and all over the ground around as he was drawing pics for a “book” and kept getting things wrong. There are open packets of claymation clay all over his desk.
The dining/work table is full of sets and modeling clay as he’s been making his usual trial animated movies. With the remixes of things he films off the television, yesterday he downloaded three memory cards full to my computer, the normal being two cards a day. And the table is also filled with a lot of new sculptures for his films that he made out of regular play doh drying clay the day before yesterday.
The front room is also filled with little sets and modeling clay, on the coffee table, on a couple of tv trays, and lamps everywhere (he was trying for different kinds of lighting) and he brought in a number of toy box containers from his room and stacked them up next to the coffee table and covered them with a sheet so he could have yet another staging area.
And he hauled in old bricks yesterday because he wanted a background made of bricks.
His room is a disaster area because he went through everything looking for a specific something for a film.
Now, this is no different from any other day. It’s always like this around here. And somehow he manages also to draw his requisite numerous storyboards. (Plus we’re doing language and math and science etcetera.) But I wasn’t going around trying to corral and pick up everything that had been strewn about with which he was done or try to find room to put up sets with which he is at least done for the time being, because I’ve been working hard on redoing the art website.
I see on the chair a new addition, a top of a container on which he’s taped eyes and a mouth, transforming it into a character.
The ant farm sits on the table awaiting its order of Harvester ant denizens. I found that I could have ordered them off the internet, but it was fun for H.o.p. filling out the card and mailing it. In the meanwhile, I’ve promised him a hermit crab though where we’ll make room for it I don’t know. H.o.p. has suggested on top of my bedroom in the dresser as that has a couple of feet of unoccupied real estate.
That’s what happens you have one artist in a household who’s still working in traditional media (I would have said two, but I don’t have the means to do it here). By the time he’s a teen he is going to be demanding his own studio. Not that he doesn’t already have one.
The landlord kindly dropped off two Dali books for H.o.p. that the library was throwing out. Though the covers are a little worn, they’re perfectly good books. This is one of them.
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