Photojojo #85 – Obscura


Here is today’s photojojo. We’re in the home stretch to finish this project – going to 100 within the next two weeks.

Nancy’s special paper is paired up with some concrete graffiti I saw on the street today in San Francisco.

I went to see Ovo (Cirque du Soleil) with my sister and niece, and my daughter. I’ve seen three of these performances over the past four years: Corteo, Kooza, and now Ovo.

I loved Corteo – it was a funeral procession combined with an acrobatic circus. Funny, sweet and sad all at the same time. Kooza was okay – it didn’t have as much of a theme holding it together as I would have liked. Still, the costumes and music, and the acrobatics, were wonderful to watch all on their own.

Ovo was so so beautiful. The Kiwi dance, the moths/butterflies, and an amazing acrobatic piece where performers bounced from these cushion/spring pads on the stage up to a wall and back down. They looked like geckos.

The ladybug and the fly were so wonderful and the smattering of French gibberish was so so funny and special. I was so wowed by the beauty and loveliness that I cried.

See it if you get the opportunity.

Photojojo #84 – Rust

Today’s dominant color in the photojojo, #84, is rust. Nancy’s scary face is paired with my photo of some ironworks art spied on a drive out to the Princeton Harbor area.

There was a fantastic art walk there a few months ago and I think where I took this photo is the same place that was doing welding demonstrations. The big piece in this photo looks to me like a lemon juicer on steroids.

Happy Friday!

Photojojo #83 – Blue Boy

Today’s photojojo title was taken after that very famous work of art, Blue Boy. I think my grandmother had a reproduction of it hanging in her house. We would visit there every summer for a few weeks – my brother, sister and me. Nancy’s blue texture on the left goes with the piece of tinsel I saw on a chair in a conference room this morning. Looks like someone was thrown a baby shower.

I remember the red dirt (Paradise), swimming in the Feather River before they built the Oroville Dam, and chasing around in the hot summer sun. We would eat peaches from my grandfather’s precious fruit trees – they seemed like they were the size of small basketballs – and feed the chinchillas every morning. My job was to wash all the water bottles once a week. Grandma had two beds in a closet with bi-fold doors that were where my sister and I slept. The mattresses were foam and it was comfortable enough.

We were forced to take a nap every day right after lunch – from 12:30 to 1 pm, when my grandparents had their naps. I never could sleep then. What I would give for a situation where daily naps were required now. How civilized!

Anyway, the Blue Boy and the Pink Girl were hanging in a hallway or maybe my grandmother’s bedroom, I think. I looked at them a lot over those summers, inspired to be an artist someday.