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The Grateful Dead at Winterland, 1974

This a diorama I made in 1990. It is cardboard on foam core, painted with acrylics. It is 48 x 33 x 12" deep, in a wood frame/cabinet with plexiglass face. The frame/cabinet has a hinged flap at the top/front for easy removal of the plexi face, for cleaning or replacement, if it gets damaged.

The scene was constructed and painted from a photo taken at a concert in San Francisco's Winterland theater in 1974. I'll try and find a copy of that photo to add below. It took about 4 months to make this, working a few hours each night after the day job. It was a labor of love. the original outer skin was painted foam core, which I replaced with a hardwood laminate this past summer in preparation for letting it leave the nest, after 25 years.

In the full-front view photo at the top you see a light rig at the top/left. There is a matching one at the top/right that was being repaired when the photo was taken. 

It has a brass plaque title plate, centered at the bottom. It mounts flush to a wall with two loop hangers on the back at each side.

Here's one from the art for art's sake file:

I've been neglecting this... gonna try to get back up on it, with the art. So, here's one that took a lot of time on swirly lettering lines.

PI copyright controversy.

RIP Cassie

Our Cassie; she came from a rescue, dropped off anonymously in the night, so her actual age is a guess. She was only about 7 years old when she left for the bridge. It was too little time for such a sweet girl.

My guitars

Prez Obama Portrait

Axl Rose & Kris Kross

... for a contest here: http://www.regretsy.com/2012/01/24/new-contest/

Sexy Parts

Infer what you will about the building trades, but they know how to name stuff! Is there another sector with such healthy interests? And, refreshing sense of humor? Nothing stodgy and self-important about hardware store. I love hardware stores, the old ones with deeply worn, squeaky wood floors, narrow aisles with bins, and the smell of galvanized metal parts. It smells like: what I need, to do what I want to do, is in there. The old town hardware store has the part I need, like a needle in a haystack. A gloriously obscure haystack. But, I know the needle is there. I should have went there first.

Available on shirts and the usual swag on vicevoices or kbilltv (links in sidebar).

The Christian Ownership Society, v1.0

The Crusades. The Inquisition. The Salem Witch Trials. Jesus, dude, you let your message get out of hand.

The enlightened vision you laid out for us has been perverted. Your ambassadors have taken the hammer over the wine.

Give me super-powers and I'll fix this shit.

Amen.

Love Is a Piano

Love hits you like a ton of bricks that fell from the sky while you were just passing by.

Bead Catcher

She's super, she's the Bead Catcher of Bourbon Street. The arrives every Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday. The Quarter. Her rack is unmatched in it's glory. Her rack is Gorgon; like Medusa, her rack has the power to turn men to stone, without the snake hair. Without being heinously hideous. The opposite. Okay, it doesn't literally turn men to stone, but rivets them. And, compelled beyond their control to bestow the best and biggest beads upon her. The BCofBS always wins. She is the Queen of Mardi Gras.

Leaping Skeleton Warrior

Happy with how this came out.