Radio Free North Hollywood

First, hello to everyone on Dreamwidth and Livejournal. I should warn the people still following along on this blog that I’m going to be posting daily from now on, and when you consider how completely destitute DW and LJ have been lately, that’s a whole lot. So if you have a small friends page I’m going to take it over, and I’m sorry but I’m also not sure what I can do about it. I’ll be posting original content every Monday and at other times during the week when I feel like it, and the rest of the time I’m going to be rerunning Cloudhopper one panel at a time. If you’ve already read Cloudhopper I hope you can enjoy looking at the art all up close and pretty.

Honestly, if you really really really have a problem with me going daily, post in the comments and I’ll try to figure it out, but I’m pretty sure there are not too many using LJ and DW to keep up with my work these days.

Now, on to today’s pictures!

These pictures were taken a little over a year ago, I’ve been trying to get around to uploading them for approximately forever, here they are. These are the work of Tom Otterness, one of my absolute favorite sculptors, and these are scattered around the NYC subway station, I believe at Union Park.

If you look closely they tell a story.

Based on this and other sculptures, I strongly suspect that Mr. Otterness is a communist.

So I think I strained my Tibialis posterior where it inserts onto metatarsal IV. How did that happen, you ask, and also what does that even mean?

Well, I kicked a wrought iron chair. Why they even ever invented wrought iron chairs I do not know — it must have been for a more shoe-wearing age. I intend to make that chair’s legs cardboard-shod before the moon sets this eve.

And what does that mean? That means I kicked a big bar of iron at full speed with my fourth toe, which it bent up very precisely and injured precisely one ligament, in the deepest part of my foot. Basically it’s the part that holds up the top of the arch of my foot. So if I place my foot firmly or try to push up off the front of my foot I am in a lot of trouble. Since it felt like a tear, a lot of trouble.

I got on it right away with lots of ice and arnica, and it wasn’t the worst tear, but man, it felt like a tear. A shocking new experience. A very precisely disabling injury, too. Don’t know what I’m going to do for work for a few days.

If you ever wanted a commission, now would be an excellent time. As it is I think I’ll just work on painting and Cloudhopper and War on Christmas.