Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Hollywood Comes Here
Governor Jennifer Granholm signed a tempting tax incentive bill to encourage filmmaking in Michigan. It is, in fact, the most lucrative package for filmmakers in the nation. (See Editorial )
The result is that offers are now pouring into Michigan and there is hope that this will create a new industry for the state.
In my little corner of Michigan, the result is that Clint Eastwood has set up shop for the making of "Gran Torino", a quiet drama about a Korean War veteran who attempts to reform a Hmong teenager who covets his prized car. One scene was shot in a medical center half a block away from my house, during our Saturday farmer's market. (It wouldn't surprise me to see some candid shots of the crowd somewhere in the movie.) Other scenes are being filmed in other locales in and around my neighborhood.
This is attention to which we are unaccustomed. Grosse Pointers have traditionally desired privacy more than film fame. But bad economic times have changed a lot of minds about this, and as it turns out, it's really a lot of fun.
Friday, July 18, 2008
There's Gold
There's gold
in the hills
of California.
But, my son,
there's God
in the alleys of Detroit.
- Jackson Solo (Poems of Jackson Solo )
The Detroit Industrial Gallery and The Heidelberg Project, outdoor art installations by Tim Burke and Tyree Guyton. Winter, 2007, Detroit, Michigan. (The Heidelberg Project )
Monday, July 14, 2008
Swell
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Summertime...
I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious.
- Andrew Wyeth
- Andrew Wyeth
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Face Under the Lilies
I was clearing the edges of the garden in preparation for staining the new fence yesterday. Under the wildly overgrown day lilies I ran across this tiny painting I did a few years ago and which has been out there ever since, in all kinds of weather. The day lilies, which have flourished under my abusive neglect, had completely hidden it.
It was painted onto a smooth piece of limestone which I found buried under the old driveway when I had that removed. It seems that there was some kind of garden patch, or arrangement other than what we see there today. Old aerial photos of the neighborhood show some differences as the area changed and grew.
I like the way things look when they are a bit deteriorated. Mine is the romantic affection for ruins. Worn, faded and chipped and even weed-whacked, this Blue Lady is better than the day I painted her and propped her up against the old fence.
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