Art that makes your hands bleed

So yesterday, on my precious day off, Jay and I decided to enjoy the sunny-but-still-chilly weather and take a walk in Untermeyer park in Yonkers. This park has a weird vibe about it, possibly due to urban legends involving occult rituals and Satanism and the supposed fact that David Berkowitz, or the Son of Sam serial killer, hung out there and murdered dogs there, as he lived across the street.
Anyway, it was still a beautiful day so we took a stroll to the "Eagle's nest," a stone portico overlooking the Hudson. Apparently this park, while it claims to close at dusk, has no enforcement whatsoever because the place is a literal trash dump of beer cans and broken glass. We wandered down amongst this debris and I decided to make the most of the glass graveyard. I began constructing a small mosaic, which I thought looked rather pretty glistening in the midday sun. As it was getting cold, I did not spend as much time on this endeavor as I should have, and hope to possibly go back and create more of a permanent "installation." I have always been a fan of street art, and greatly admire my s.o.'s various projects, but I had never thought of using trash and other "found objects" to create art. So if I can find a way to make this particular project work I will, and I will now be on the lookout for interesting trash elsewhere in the world.
(I would love to post pictures here but am being thwarted for some reason...they will appear if I can figure out how to get them on here)

A love for cowboys

So I saw "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" the other night. I was very impressed- by the acting and directing, but also the use of bushy-eyebrowed, cockeyed glances to build suspense. For instance, for the entire first 10 minutes or so of the film there is no dialogue. It is fun to impart one's own dialogue into these scenes, as everything transpires with a stone-cold stare from under a wide-brimmed hat.The music really makes this movie, and also becomes stuck in your head for the remainder of the evening. If only all of life's encounters were scored so dramatically. I also love the costumes- Clint Eastwood's coattails billowing in the wind, the spurs that give away the sneak attack, the ponchos. I think this may be the beginning of a long and dusty love affair.