Morty Comix # 2409 through # 2415 can be called the Watercolor Series. Before I post these things, they will require some explanation since the final products came out even weirder than normal, and even I will admit that is saying a lot.
Last year when Colin Upton told me "
Color is for the weak," I really knew what he meant. So call this a moment of weakness while I was on a staycation.
First, I tied a string between a young elm that is sharing some kind of leaf disease with all the other elms in my yard, and a tree from the Southeast called, I think, the
Devil's Walking Stick. This was a tree my
Dad, may he rest in peace, gave me to plant. When a guy from
Alabama fixed my garage roof a few years ago, he asked why I had this big weed in my yard on purpose.
Then, using some of the very same clothespins I employed in the
Bezango WA 985 art exhibit at Batdorf and Bronson in Olympia several years ago, I hung up seven blank sheets of letter size typing paper.
What I was about to do has been on my mind for quite some time. A year ago, maybe more, maybe less, I had purchased a cheap watercolor set and a suction-cup toy gun. I laid them out with a styrofoam cup filled with water on an issue of our local weekly newspaper, the
East County News.
I dipped the suction cup end in water and after that in the watercolor set. Then I took aim and fired at close range. I did this over and over, for about 30 minutes.
Yes, here's a case where a gun is really a tool for something good. The "gun is a tool" argument is frequently repeated by the gun crazies. In my situation, I was making something fun. But the real gun is a tool for one thing: wounding or killing someone. And that is not good.
Here's the ironic part. I dislike guns and think the National Rifle Association is full of paranoid rightwing nutjobs with a penis complex. Oops, I was being quadruple redundant there. My review of
Bowling for Columbine in
Cheaper by the Dozen 6 pretty much summarizes my mixed feelings on firearms.
Anyway, here's an example of the results of my efforts. This sheet of paper eventually became
Morty Comix # 2410 after I finished with it. You'll see.
Sarah happened to be here when I was performing this act of art, wondering what the Hell I was doing as I failed to explain what I was up to while she was visiting. So she took this photo since she is a journalist. I apparently did not inherit my Willis grandfather's deadeye aim when he had his famous 1931 shootout, killing two people and taking three bullets himself and living through it. Even at this close range, I still missed several times.
When this orgy of watercolor violence was over the toy gun was no longer functional. I'm sure members of the NRA can appreciate how Freudian that is. I had to throw all the supplies away.
At any rate, now you have the background on the next round of
Morty Comix.
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