Archive for the Personal Category
While spelunkering New Orleans’ Warehouse Arts District last weekend, the Mrs. and I stumbled across a treasure. ‘Twas a hand-painted, birth-control pill container posted prominently on a stop sign… ripe for the plucking. A cryptic message inside reads, “Feel Da Love Rise – Scott.” Thanks for the souvenir, Scott!
In response to a recent post, I received a fresh crop of Marrone-inspired student homages. Sincere thanks to the young people who consider my work copiable and the art teacher(s) who root ’em on.
The good news is… your ol’ man made a painting of some of your favorite Sesame Street characters. The bad news… it’s for somebody else. Life is bitter sweet.
As a middle school art teacher, I frequently introduce my students to the work of important artists and assign projects in their vain. Consequently, you can imagine how flattering, humbling and surreal it is to find out that students elsewhere are learning about me. Here are a few of the annual snapshots that I receive from across the pond.
I recently competed in my second wing-eating contest. Similar to last year, I attempted to make up for what I lack in belly-size and gullet-circumference with an intimidating, costumed persona. Similar to last year, it did not work. The fact that the event raised thousands of greenbacks for the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia’s Oncology Unit made the loss easier to swallow.
I dressed up as an Oompa Loompa in observance of a recent pagan holiday. Visitors have recently been cyber-gushing over the Father’s Day gift that I presented my pop. While the kind words are much appreciated, that was (at best) the second greatest Father’s Day gift to change hands in our family. My son, with the help of a crack team of studio assistants, created a painting for me. At five months old, he is already a better gift-giver and painter than I am.
The Mrs. and I recently staged, shot and assembled this little photo diptych as a Father’s Day gift for my dad. As you may have guessed, I’m playing the part of infant in the upper photo and proud papa in the lower photo. Perhaps someday Rocco will have a son, couch and camera of his own to keep up the tradition. |