Hey, what’s the hurry?
Despite our neighborhood efforts to post friendly speed limit signs, drivers consistently drive too fast on the straight, lower end of Tamal Road. There are often babies in strollers, dogs enjoying the smells and elders shuffling along.
What began as a cautionary “slow down for love” 25 MPH tale back in February of 2019 has become a on-going, changing site for good humor. The plastic horse mounted atop our entry fence post and our “safety dog” stationed roadside are regularly embellished with eye-catching seasonal decor so that drivers will slow down to have a look-see.
Although this January 2022 has been dry and unseasonably warm, early in the month, there was a cold snap with night time frost with 22°. Brrrrrrrrrrrr. It brought us back to fond memories of snow days in Kankakee (Richard) and Dallas (Judith).
Styrofoam chunks found on Kehoe Beach were used to make this snow ball and snow man. Our roadside safety-dog is always on duty reminding drivers of the 25 MPH speed limit, who now adds, “We love snow but the styrofoam has got to go.”
In 1960, as a promotional gimmick KBOX the radio station in Dallas sponsored a snowman contest. Our snowwoman with an apron and braids is holding a phonograph record that spelled out KBOX but the K and the X painted black on black were not readily visible. We did not know until we saw this photo that the B and the O stood out. No wonder the radio station did not think our message put a posiitive spin. No wonder we did not win. But, take a look at the winning woman with her winning snowman:
It’s an abiding truth that one must never denigrate the higher values when they come to you unbidden, though the flash-flood of Punk washed away a lot of the easy-come-easy-go wisdom of my “counterculture” years. What has remained, remains in the magic of the natural world of biological systems.
Me, I came to this, this desire to be a participating witness, from the discipline of making works of “art”—objects brought to the world as physical marker buoys to limn the territory of the collective consciousness. Central to my mission, a mission handed to me in the form of an abiding interest in just how does this machine of a body work out the flow of energy passing through it. Metabolism. Right at the start I seemed to have been handed a gift of curiosity, a curiosity of the workings of ME, as a metabolic system. “There must have been some magic in that old silk hat he wore, for when he placed it on his head he began to dance around.” This was a real magic seen in the living systems all around me that I first encountered as a boy in the North Woods at a summer camp for boys, 1958, and a year later in a summer school course, 1959, cataloguing the creatures and plant life in a farm creek on an abandoned farm fallow since the Depression.
A life-long pursuit, looking for the magic in that old silk hat finally comes down to something as quotidian and cosmically complex as metabolism—the magic in that old silk hat Frosty wore. Not some hocus-pocus magic, but the simplest movement of food transformed into these very thoughts. This is the Mission Statement for Art Mind Park. All of the exhibits at Art Mind Park are focused on some aspect of Life Sciences: metabolism, apoptosis (programmed cell death), sexual reproduction, the biological basis of art making as an expression of our genes. WELCOME TO ART MIND PARK.
For another Frosty jazz version try this one by our US Navy Band…our favorite…