Spent the evening at an opening of work by Ed Haddaway. So cool, so funky. You’ve been to openings where the artist is all stick-up-the-butt about his stuff, all philosophical about the inspiration and construction, blah, blah, blah. Haddaway was nothing like that. He was, in short, a total hoot. Of course: he was born in Fort Worth.
The cool thing is that we’ve been checking out his stuff all week long. This
has been sitting in the parking lot of the museum, with pieces slowly being added to it day by day. Every morning we go by and check it out, trying to decide what we think it is. Some say a snail; some, a slug. Others, a whale. Whatever it might be to Haddaway, it’s happiness to us—we’ve enjoyed it all week long and, we think, on through the rest of the summer.
You can see his work in permanent collections from Dallas to Santa Fe and Albuquerque to Bellingham, Washington. Check his website for info. And if you ever get a chance to hear him give a talk, be there. He’s that good.
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6 comments:
Awesome. Thank you.
(Am I a bad person because I see a bent phallus on wheels? Don't answer that ...)
So cool.
Warty Mammal, I was going to say a Burtonesque willy on wheels. You're just more polite... 8-)
i'm so sorry, y'all, but i've just gotta say: you need to scope out some different penii. in art, maybe, if you don't want to have to Meet Them in Real Life. if i met one that looked like that, i'd run screaming to the nearest convent. really.
yikes!
I was thinking helicopter.
I just stumbled over your blog, ( Im a little slow ) thanks so much for the kind words.
I plan to undertake a study of my penis soon to see if there is any truth to the assertions made on your blog
Ed Haddaway
ha! remember, mr. haddway, those assertions were NOT made by me!. no, indeed. . . .
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