Monday, 14 June 2010

Lego – Fire Truck

Decided to have a go at making a fire truck out of Lego. Wasn’t trying to make anything specific, and it ended up being sort of an airport fire truck. Spent about 5 hours devising and constructing it. When I was done I realized I had forgotten any rear lights and no rear view mirrors. Whoops. Oh well. Gives me an excuse to try it again.
The seats rotate and the steering wheel tilts.
Tool compartments. The most involved thing to get right, and ultimately it’s hidden behind doors.
Hoses on the other side. I would have preferred it if they were all the same colour, but I had three black and three grey, so I made do. The 1x1 vertical clip plates are also different colours since I didn’t have enough of one colour. Use what ya got.
I went through my nephews collection of min-figs to find some that I could press into service as firefighters, and this is about the best I could do. I was going to get fancy and change the colour of them in PS, but I haven’t got time.
As always, a fun thing to build. 8x28 are the dimensions of it, and it’s solid and heavy. I think the wheels are too small, but on the next one I do I know how I’ll use larger wheels and build up around them. Couple of things missing (the rear lights and the mirrors I mentioned) but some features on it I really like. The controls at the rear were fun to do, the water cannon, the tool cabinets, the stabilizers, the steps on the side I like. The little step to climb into the cab are a fun touch. The ladder, hinge and the turntable are actually from a fire truck that I had as a kid. Like the wheels, probably a bit too small, but oh well. The doors and windows are also very old, and meant more for houses, but they’re what I had, so they’re what I used. 

After I made this I had a look at MOCpages. (I’ve known about it for years, but I tend to avoid it for the most part. My Lego obsession is possibly already a bit too much and I fear that spending time on there will only make it worse. I keep debating whether I should join up and show some of what I’ve made and will make. The abyss calls to me...) I checked out some of the fire trucks people had made, and I particularly liked the very specific models people are doing. Reproductions of 1961 Ward LaFrance pumper trucks, that sort of thing. Very impressive stuff over there. Very inspiring. I get the impression some of the makers are firefighters themselves.

The other morning a pumper parked outside my house. It’s a quiet, out of the way, dead end street right near a park, so a good spot to hang out for a while between calls. I went out and said hi and asked if I could shoot some pics of their truck. I explained my interest, and they didn’t seem to think it was too dorky. Ended up having a nice chat with them for a while and they told me lots about their truck. Figured for my next one I should do a reproduction of a Hamilton fire engine. This one wasn’t anything specific, but it might be fun to try my hand at making one as close as possible to one that really exists.

Sunday, 13 June 2010

S.o.t.D. – Modernist Abode – Afternoons in Stereo



When I discovered this track I went on the hunt for it, and much to my surprise discovered that it was the work of Greg Vickers, who’s right here in Hamilton. His stuff is a terrific blend of jazz, soul, beats, latin, that he does a great job of turning into a cohesive entity.

Saturday, 12 June 2010

S.o.t.D. – Honey in the Heart – Bluetech


More trippy goodness from the brilliant Bluetech.

Torontekno CD cover

Cover for a compilation CD of Toronto techno artists. Bespoke type.

Artspiration – Bryce Huffman


Me and the tattoo crew went to the James Street Art Crawl last night. After ascertaining that it wasn’t raining out, we all sauntered over to a packed James Street.

Saw a neat Tshirt in a window that said “Art is the New Steel.” Quite like that sentiment, as this city needs to diversify from its erstwhile industrial base.

We checked out the recently renovated Hamilton Hotel (nicely done) which has studio spaces for artists. Lots of different stuff, but nothing too terribly original. Photographic portraits, landscape paintings, textile art. Technically well done, but not breaking any new ground.

Until we walked into one studio. I immediately realized that Andrew had mentioned buying a piece from him recently. Young guy, fresh out of Sheridan, works at a local art supply store.

Really dig what he’s doing. I like his style and it’s obvious he’s working hard to forge his own path. Nice to see someone of his calibre here in this city. 

Check him out.


The rest of the night was fun too. Checked out a few different places, drank some fancy imported beer, chatted with friends, met some new people. Everyone wanted to go to the ballet, but I didn’t feel like dealing with any hassles at the door over what I all had on me. And my head was buzzing with some ideas that I wanted to jot down. So I went home and worked on stuff until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any more.

B-25 Mitchell

Living where I do, I get to hear and see some of the planes from the Warplane Heritage Museum flying over. I heard the loud roar of the B-25 Mitchell’s two Wright Cyclone radial engines this morning. Very different from the sound of the four Rolls-Royce Merlin engines of the Lancaster, which I also find thrilling to hear and see. I went out to see if I could snap some pics of it flying over. 

I just think the Mitchell is a really cool plane. Sleek, fast, used in a multitude of roles. Its most famous use was in the amazing Doolittle Raid. I particularly like the variant with a 75mm cannon and multiple .50 cals mounted in the nose, that was used for strafing and bombing Japanese shipping.

During the war it quite often flew at tree top level, and today it flew not much higher than that. At one point it would have had guys aiming a quad 20mm anti-aircraft gun at it and trying to shoot it down. Now it merely has a guy pointing a camera at it to shoot some photos.
Not really great pictures, but it’s always a real thrill for me when I hear that sound and then see that beautiful plane come ripping past, fast and low.

The Museum offers flights in some of their planes. Pricey, but I hope one day to have the chance to go up in the Mitchell or the Lancaster. It would be a very humbling experience I’m sure.

Friday, 11 June 2010

S.o.t.D. – Untitled 091006 – Kani


Japanese artist,

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Sosoetry – Amazoë-mail


I jotted this off in about an hour a bunch of years ago about my old friend Zoë to needle her about how long she was taking to get back to me with a response to an email I had sent her. 

It worked though as I got an almost immediate phone call, apologizing between peels of laughter for her tardy response. And then we ended up having a phone conversation where whatever the subject was, got discussed. Sometimes a bit of good natured ribbing is all it takes.

Amazoë-mail

My friend Zoë without fail
professed her love for e-mail
“you send a letter through the wire
of it’s magic I will never tire
with all my friends I keep in touch
and it really doesn’t cost too much
I get e-mail from here and there”
Zoë got e-mail from everywhere
she’d tell me about friends she’d write
“you should join the fun,” she’d invite
“you know, as a matter of fact
get it and we’ll maintain contact”
soon I grew tired
of not being wired
I got my own e-mail account
sent so many I lost count
this e-mailing surely rocks
every day I’d check my inbox
for a message from my tall pal
she’ll write, I know she shall
like some cruel twist of fate
I was forced to wait and wait
I suspect she no longer loves me
for she continually rebuffs me
she received from me many a letter
my correspondence just got better
alas, miss Zoë shuns me
her indifference stuns me
I really do love my friend Zoë
for ages she has known me
I’d surely like to hug her
but that rotten little bugger
if she doesn’t hurry up and write me
I may have to tell her to “bite me!”

S.o.t.D. – Cascade – Quaid


 Never heard of this artist before, but it dates back to 1998. I gather a fella named Ben Naylor is behind this.

Some heady statistics about being tall. And Dutch.

(I stumbled across something I posted online a few years ago. Regrettably I didn’t cite the original source, and I can’t recall where I found it.)

I’m a bit on the tall side. A couple of centimeters over 2 meters.

And, I’m originally from the Netherlands.

The Dutch are said to be tallest people on Earth.

In the United States,

If you were to assemble 5000 men, there is about a 0.0002% chance of encountering someone 201 cm.

If you were to assemble 10,000 men, there is about a 0.0001% chance of encountering someone 203 cm.

In the Netherlands,

If you were to assemble 145 men, there is about a 0.0069% chance of encountering someone 201 cm.

If you were to assemble 313 men, there is about a 0.0032% chance of encountering someone 203 cm.

Wow.

I have to go back there some time just so I can blend in a little bit.

And I would say that those statistics for the US are borne out here in Canada as well. For me to encounter someone as tall as me or taller than me is a very, very rare occurrence. Like, I could count on one hand and still have a few fingers left over in the last five years. Heck, make that ten years. If I do happen to see a fairly tall guy somewhere,
I’ll wonder “do I look that tall?” Then when I pass I notice that I have a few inches on him. 
*sigh* 
My dreams of being some sort of secret agent/cat burglar guy were dashed early on.

Old School vs. New School

I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the wondrous Tattoo Prodigies by Mike DeVries. A great compilation of some of the absolute cream of the tattoo crop. Page after jaw dropping page of artists who are expanding the boundaries of what is possible in the realm of tattooing. If you have any interest in tattooing at all, you owe it to yourself to get this book.

But after seeing the breath talking work highlighted here, it reinforces my dismay at how many tattooists are still mining the festering shit pile known as “old school.” I can’t for the life of me fathom how anyone can think rehashing the efforts of drunken carnies that couldn’t draw is worthwhile. I’m stunned, absolutely stunned that anyone after seeing the potential of what is possible would be willing to settle for work that is nothing more than a retread of hackneyed crap.
And here is an eagle done by I don’t know and don’t really care who.
And here is a tiger done by I don’t know and don’t care who.

Really? People are seriously choosing work that looks that crummy over work that looks that amazing?

I almost think there is a cabal of crusty old dinosaurs who have managed to bamboozle all sorts of people into buying into their charade. Who are terrified of the talented new kids who can actually draw and have vision and determination. Who are desperately trying to cling to their shrinking slice of the pie in the face of an onslaught of talent. Who can only do the fading flash on the wall, and need to try and stay relevant so they convince all the punk kids that this is the thing they should slather all over themselves. Or maybe it’s the new kids who are keen to be in on the “mystique” and the cool guy cachet of being a tattoo artist, but who lack the prerequisites of skill and talent and artistic ability, so they just copy this tired old junk.

I’ve heard the tepid arguments that the new school stuff will turn into an indistinguishable blob. That the old school stuff with the thick lines and the limited colour palette will hold up better over time. But I’ve been around modern tattoos that are now twenty five years old and they’re holding up beautifully.

I know that I may not be the best at the artistic pursuits I engage in. But I do know that I strive to constantly improve and learn new techniques and ask questions and practice and work hard. I don’t understand how any one could find satisfaction in the constant rehashing of the stuff that has been done before. And that wasn’t very good to begin with. To my mind being an artist is all about evolving and learning and striving to be better than you were yesterday. That’s to my mind the fun of it.

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

S.o.t.D. – Classic Deluxe - Horsepower Productions

Classic Deluxe – Horsepower Productions

Oh how I love this track. I first heard it on a mixed CD Sunboy gave me when I first moved here. It and this track in particular was pretty much the soundtrack to the first few months of exploring my new environment. The bass line and those muted trumpet sounds are totally creamy, and the sample of Secret Journey by the Police is perfect.

The record this is taken from, Tempa Records’ In Fine Style features a bunch of great garage tracks.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

S.o.t.D. - Every Disguise – Lusine



Just love that glitchy tech-house sound.

Bibliophilia: Albion – Alan Moore

Takes a slew of the characters from the golden age of British comics, and puts them into one story. If you didn’t grow up reading those stories, this may well leave you a little befuddled.

Monday, 7 June 2010

Lilies

Jus’ sum purdy flars.

Signage: Varga’s Garage

I’ve got a soft spot for old hand painted signs. There was a time when real art and craft was involved in signage. I recall seeing old photos of the town I lived in circa the 1930’s. Care and effort had been taken on all the signs, each one distinct and infused with character. The current state of affairs is squashed Helvetica or poorly kerned Times New Roman with primes instead of quotes, all on a white background. It makes me really sad that we now have incredible tools at our disposal that allow ever more amazing designs and all people can come up with is banal and bland. 

I suppose at one time sign painters studied lettering at a vocational high school as part of their art curriculum and served an apprenticeship. Now I wonder whether it’s merely a recent immigrant who was a mid level civil servant back home who has to decide between purchasing a dry cleaner, donut stand or sign shop franchise. I’m not sure I can come up with any other explanation how so many signs manage to look so damn ugly nowadays. 

I intend to take photos of old vernacular signs I like before they’re all replaced by vinyl cut, condensed University Roman.

On my way to get a haircut recently I snapped these. The owner and one of the mechanics actually came out to inquire why. I guess some guy taking photos of their beat up old sign piqued their curiosity. I explained my interest and ended up having a very nice chat with the owner. As I suspected, the chances are very good that the city will buy up their business soon to tear it down for the new stadium going in. Guess it’s good I got the photos when I did.

S.o.t.D. – When the Pieces Come Together – Human Blue

When the Pieces Come Together – Human Blue

Cootes Paradise

I went for a stroll a few days ago and it seems like every time I do I stop at the McQuestern bridge (actually just before. You can make out the towers on the right.) to gaze out across this vista. I’ve photographed it a bunch of times before. Different seasons, and times of day. (The last one is particularly crummy since I took the shot late in the afternoon, with the sun above-ahead  of me. You’d think I would know better, but no.)

Friday, 4 June 2010

S.o.t.D. – Helicopter – Cliff Martinez


I went to see Steven Soderbergh’s Traffic, and besides digging the message of the movie, I really liked the soundtrack. Just the inclusion of Brian Eno’s An Ending (Ascent) alone made me happy. But Cliff Martinez’ score was really special. At various points a ringing guitar sounded really familiar, and I was almost certain that it was Michæl Brook. I stuck around through the credits and sure enough... I rushed out the next morning and bought the soundtrack, largely on the strength of just this song.

Logo – Andrew Kent Design

Logo for an industrial designer. Really simple, but I really like it.

PostContemporary Sticker

Sticker for the PostContemporary label.

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Morel

Speaking of mushrooms....
Crappy pictures of a morel that I found. It was yummy. Out looking for more.

The Shroomery

This is my new house.
Well okay, not really. But it sure would be cool to live in a house shaped like a mushroom. The artist responsible is Katie Bethune-Leaman, and this was up in the Toronto Sculpture Garden in 2008/2009. A little write up about it can be found here.

S.o.t.D. – Keep It Funk – Insinio


Yesterday I had a track by a guy from Bulgaria. The tunes from behind the former Iron Curtain continues today, with this funky chugger from Romania.

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Militant Guild of Rural Tailors


I’ve been aware of the Militant Guild of Rural Tailors/Young Meagher for a while now, but I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it. Lots of info about clothing and tailoring, but were there really 19th century tailors who took up arms in a quixotic fight against the encroachment of industrialism and poor quality, mass produced clothing? I checked the site a few times and always came away a bit puzzled. It’s certainly an idea that I find really intriguing. As a guy that sews, is in full support of the right to keep and bear arms, who has to wrestle with a love of technology on one hand and a Luddite-ish tendency on the other hand, and who loathes shoddily made anything, (which seems like oh so much these days), I found it all rather compelling.

As I’m currently trying to learn more about sewing clothes, I found a lot of the stuff about the traditions of tailoring and more specifically, military tailoring, very engrossing. I really hate poorly made clothing, and it seems to be everywhere. I cling to the idea that I would rather pay more money for something of superior quality once, rather than having to buy substandard garments repeatedly. Since I seem to not be able to find exactly what I need, (freakish proportions, a need for durability, and idiosyncratic features) I have opted to try my hand at making exactly what I need and want.

(The MGRT site has loads of links along the right hand side including a lot of links to tailors/men’s clothing lines. While I thought this was great initially - support the little guy, find some unique items, the potential of things being made to personal specification - but I can’t get past how annoying and hard to navigate so many of their websites are. Less artsy fartsy obtusity meant to show off how clever your web designer is, more solid info that is easy to access.

The other thing I find a bit odd is that a lot of them appear to still be into this whole fashion thing of seasons. Hey I like that jacket. Oh, it’s no longer available since it’s last years spring line. I wish there was more focus on solid core items.)

I’ve come to the conclusion that YM/MGRT is a line of well tailored men’s clothing, swaddled in an elaborate hoax regarding the existence of a secret organization of shears wielding rebels against mass manufactured mediocrity. An elaborate narrative where museum artifacts meet modern, albeit by way of the late 19th century, fashion. It’s all quite steampunkish in tone.

And if nothing else, the brass knuckles/scissors symbol is just really damn cool.
And if I could get a T-shirt with this on it, I’d totally wear it.

I gather the man behind it all is Liam Maher, a designer for Denham The Jean Maker.
There is definitely some aesthetic overlap.

But I keep wondering: was there really a secret army of pissed off tailors sabotaging the manufacturing processes promising mediocrity?

S.o.t.D. – Thinmute – Esem


This is apparently a fella from Bulgaria. I always find it sort of surprising in a way to discover great stuff from countries that due to political repression and isolation were barely a blip on most peoples cultural radar.

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Staring Contest

Oh boy, if I could just get to the other side of this clear thing that I can’t get through, we could play!
How I loathe thee, impertinent hirsute scallywag.
I could be all cute and stuff, and crouch down, and swish my tail back and forth, and then I’d pounce and surprise you!
Life was idyllic prior to your appearance, you scurillous fur brained varmint.
Yippee! If those bipeds would just let me outside, we could like wrassle and chase each other around.
Be gone, irksome rambunctious hairball.

The brown one is a mischievous brat and the grey one loves it when she gets let out to be free from his pestering.

S.o.t.D. – Pepper – Speedy J


This came out in 93, and like so much other electronic music coming out at that time (Black Dog, Aphex Twin, Orbital, The Orb) this just blew me away. Love the way it builds and then coasts back down.