Sunday, October 4, 2009

shane swank - a god among men.

my visit with my old pal shane swank was wonderful... we're not sure how we lost touch, but it was like no time had passed.

we worked on creative stuff, had great conversations, bought two jesus heads at the local thrift. we ate peanut butter bday cake and learned about native bead working from his neighbors... cake, steak and stew... man did we eat like fuckin kings.

I love mr. swank, he was and is a mentor to me - I learned alot from swank in the old days and even more over the last couple of days.

in the last 72 hrs we produced a painting (swanks first in 2.5 years, and made to see what he could do in an hour), a sketch, a sculpture and a mojo bottle... oh, and swank is 50% into a handmade book as well... if only we could bottle this creative energy, the world would be a different place.

this is also a fitting start to the find a home for the cynthia plaster caster/mike diana cock cast... swank does live in a town with a name that sounds alot like schwanz and swank knows cynthia and I used the cock cast for a sculpture I made while visiting. ( see dickheads and unicorns have teeth... a rosary box of sorts.)

I'll miss mr. swank and so hope our paths cross again - you know you're getting old when you use your pals teeth it the stuff you make... good times - thanx swank!

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Anonymous amy bugbee said...

I see a little Fisto in the pose with the dick!

October 5, 2009 at 10:18 PM  

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