I generally try to at least look like I’m not blowing-my-own-horn, but… There are times where if I don’t, who else will? Last night, in Nashville, I was honored to be inducted into Concrete Decor’s “Decorative Concrete Hall of Fame”. The one who actually deserved this was my long-suffering wife, Saint Jeannine… HA! But, this was not to be…
A new “hard-surfaces” design showroom, in Petaluma
Representing the concretist and operated by Monica Binsfeld
Once again, I drive, Kelley flies. My trucks’s full of materials and equipment, her mind’s full of dangerous (but interesting) ideas. These pics are primarily hers. A quick re-cap, starting with the pour…
Part 2, the 2010 culmination of… A Wintery Trip To Vegas, Where Sensory Concrete Can Be Of Brass, Where Sensory Concrete Can Be Of Glass. Look for more, “Vegas/Brass/Glass… The Final Saga”, maybe, in 2011, if I haven’t been distracted by some other shiny thing (hehe).
Kell’s flight delivered her safely into my hands. Back to Ed and Betty’s place. Time to sleep, and to rest up for mud at 9:00 AM, tomorrow morning. What, no six o’ clock concrete? Now, this is the kind of pour I like!
Part 1 of… A Wintery Trip To Vegas, Where Sensory Concrete Can Be Of Brass, Where Sensory Concrete Can Be Of Glass. Look for Part 2, maybe, around New Year’s Eve.
It’s Christmas Eve morning, as I’m writing this, and, I’ve recently made a couple of trips to Las Vegas. One long ass road-trip, on my own (drinking a lot of coffee to stay awake), and, one via Southwest Air, with Kelley and pretty stewardesses (drinking a screw-driver to wind down). Trips were to coordinate and then place sensory concrete, where the featured components were waves of patinated brass and crushed amber glass.
Places We’ve Been
People Who Love Concrete
And Working With What You Find There
Most places that I’ve traveled to, the concrete has taken me there. And when I’ve returned, sometimes, it’s been because of the concrete. And, sometimes, it’s been ‘cause of the people. And, sometimes, it’s been because of the concrete and the people.
Another Update On The Po’ Mike El Rancho/Retreat, And, An Example Of Why I Am Rich Mike, As Daughter, Kirsten Gets Married, Amongst Cons And Ex-Cons (Concretists And Ex-Concretists, That Is, Hehe…)
BTW, this is the most self-indulgent of all my blogs… A bit like a Jerry Garcia solo! So, if you’re gonna go there wit’ me, ya better light one up!
Update On The Po’ Mike El Rancho/Retreat, Somewhere In The Shoshone Range, North Central Nevada (BTW, Am Considering Changing The Name To “Simpler Times – Trader Joe’s House Brand Of El Cheap-O Beer, As It Was Pointed Out That Po’ Mike Has Negative Connotations, And, I Am, In Fact, Rich Mike)
Here, Lyndsey Morel and I return to apply colors and initial finishes to the Daffodil Terrace. Re-construction of the original Tiffany super-structures continues over our slab. I return a bit later and daughter, Karley Miller, and I repair minor construction-related trauma and apply final finishes. Karley is through with her field biologist gig, with The Nature Conservancy, at Tiger Creek, near Lake Wales Ridge, Florida, so, she and I make our way back to California. Our only agenda was a stop in Dallas, to inspect a potential penthouse remodel project, and, another in Boulder, for a quick meeting with Whole Foods, AND, to stay on back-roads and off the interstates!
The trip to Arizona, and spending time with Emily’s recent art, reminded me of site installations we’ve done together… Site installations which incorporated bits of colorful scattered broken glass, in a matrix of either Colormaker skims (overlays) and/or Sur-Tec epoxy.
Mondays with Marley
by Marley Porter, Principal, Living Architecture
And while you're at it, take a look at his site: www.livingarchitecture.com
Of all the blogs I've spent time with, Marley's has consistently been the best time! He's smart, insightful and funny... A lot like Miller's "What's Fresh", only smarter, more insightful and funnier, not to mention more consistent and prolific. I take my hat off to you, Marley!
McGee Church, Mississippi... bags of concrete, some corrugated metal and some pipe... by architect, Samuel "Sambo" Mockbee
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