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If everything goes well with my minivan and money, I’ll be backpacking in Yellowstone and beyond on 3 to 4 day treks within a month. I’m bringing my friend Wendell along; he’ll be painting near my minivan while I do my solo trips, which is very reassuring that I won’t have to worry about home invasion and have someone to split the gas. However, I am concerned about Grizzly bears. Idiot visitors have been training the bears that people = food, by leaving trash and not even hanging their food in smell proof bags. Visitors are also trying to get nature shots like the pros with little digital cameras not realizing that nature photographers are using 8oomm lenses with tripods to get their shots, not canon ELFs with digital zooms.

I’ve already bought bear mace and have researched how to behave if a Ursus Arctos is startled. But quite frankly, pepper spray and playing dead don’t give me that much comfort. A 12 gauge with slugs is what I would like to put between the mace and play dead options.  In 2010 the federal government allowed people to carry weapons in the parks, although the park rangers frown upon it. I went to Allegheny Trade and found a very nice “plain Jane” Mossburg with 18.5″ barrel and pistol grip. It’s not that heavy and the price tag of $400 seams reasonable. But with money being so tight and the weight I just lost by upgrading my equipment immediately being eaten by the weight of the gun, pulled me away from the purchase… plus the head ache of designing a way to lock it up in my minivan securely and varying state laws, all for something I will most likely not need, closed the book for me.

But I’m still a little worried about getting mauled by a Grizzly. Two years ago while hiking in the Adirondacks I came upon my one and only bear. It was a black bear cub drinking from a stream that came out of nowhere, about 25 feet from me! It was simultaneously one of the most amazing and terrifying things I’ve ever seen in nature. I have no doubts that mama was very close. I never saw her but I’m sure she knew I was there and was debating whether to rip me to shreds or not. It’s not a good idea to piss someone off that’s 3 to 4 times your size, that can sustain a run of 30 miles and hour and has fangs and claws.

I realize that hiking by yourself is a fairly dangerous thing to do. A broken ankle or water purifier malfunction can ruin your day, a snake bite or bear attack can end it. Last year on the West Rim trail, my backpacking buddy “Neverlost” came about a foot away from stepping on a huge timber rattler. I could have easily had to suck on his leg and carry him to the trail head. (it’s a good thing I’m writing this, I just ordered a snake bite kit, my yoga isn’t what it used to be)

I’ve done some reading about bear bells, a bell that looks like something a reindeer would wear. The available literature seems to be up in the air about it. Granola heads seem to think it’s a winner for not startling a bear and the tea partiers seem to think that it’s the topping to mace scented bear scat. I don’t trust either group so I searched for a scientist’s opinion. What I found is that the granola heads are most likely wrong (trust rednecks with red neck things). Bears either ignore it as a background noise, like a burbling “crick” or tweeting birds or will investigate to see what this strange tinging sound is: backpacker freaks out, drops their bag of granola and then it really does become a dinner bell.

Being in a group is the best way to not startle a bear. Normal conversation is enough noise to alert the bear you’re not their average dinner and mama bear will get their cub out of harms long before they want to kill you. They also are far less likely to attack a group because they know the odds of winning goes down, and the odds go up that your mates will pussy out and run, causing the bear to chase them down so you can make an escape. None of this applies to the solo hiker though and I’m not going to talk to my self all day long, “I’m here bear, don’t eat me.. I’m here bear, don’t eat me…”

My solution is a simple one, that’s lightweight and will not detract that much from the beautiful environment I’m there to enjoy. I  already carry an iPhone5, which is my GPS tracking kit, books/games, and spare flashlight. I also carry a lithium polymer batter that can charge it three times over. My solution is music. I’m ordering an external powered speaker that runs for 12 hrs and can be charged by the same charger that powers my iPhone. Nine Inch Nails will be accompanying me on my treks and surely will be recognized by bears as something unnatural and to be avoided.

The Bear Solution

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The culture wars have begun, surprise, surprise, and there’s a new video sponsored by the Catholics subtly suggesting hell fire if you don’t vote for the “right” guy. As a person without religion, I couldn’t be more firm in my belief of separation of church and state, but there’s nothing wrong for voting for the person that is most in accord with your opinions. Though it’s imperative that one’s opinions is their own and not simply a reverberation of the church, or we are all at the mercy of which ever religion is most popular at the time thus making the separation of church and state simply a lip service. The video focuses on three topics: gay marriage, abortion and health care catholic institutions will be obligated to supply to their employees.

I may not be voting for Obama but I can tell you with certainty that I won’t be voting for Romney. So I may not be voting at all. Do I hear the standard issue, “you can’t bitch if you don’t vote” line springing up in any of your minds? So that I may still bitch about the current state of affairs, I will publicize my arguments against the hell fire voters as a public service. Perhaps I can make someone also not vote for Romeny in passive protest.
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While I was working on a house portrait in Alexandria the owner, Marty, approached me for a little chat. He said that, “I had a calling to paint”. His explanation was that it appeared that I truly love what I do. I found that rather odd because house portraits are the least favorite thing I do. I almost dread painting them and always justified doing them by comparing it with my only other option for guaranteed money, pet portraits. They’re both “selling out” by relinquishing control of the subject, but at least with house portraits I’m on location and not painting a billion dogs. I do love absorbing neighborhoods; and without my easel I’m just a loiterer.

After I told the chiropractor in Philly my day to day routines he said that I was like a monk. His statement caught me off guard but I can understand why he would think I’m married to the cloth, canvas cloth that is.

I’ve had dozens of people proclaim that my painting ability is a gift from god. I always thought was a strange thing to say because I can’t think of many other activities where someone practices for 22 years and someone else gets the credit. I’ve stopped having the philosophical debate with people when they credit god. There might just be some supernatural element in my ability to preserver through the trials being a wandering artist presents.

My friend Wendell from New Orleans, who is also a plein air painter, says that art is a religion. While I find that hard to stomach, I can’t deny the fact that art gives many of us purpose in life that rivals religious worship. Painting is divine when one considers that creating a recognizable image is little more than smearing mud on a stone in just the right way. I imagine the feeling is similar to turning water into wine.

This is in response to Jacques Rodrigue

You’ll be pleased to know that your doing an excellent job protecting George’s property. I have my paintings in a shop on the 600 block of Royal and I wanted to give my “Lucky Blue Hot Dog” a day in court on the free market. But when the owners saw it they were completely terrified and insisted it disappear forever. I told them that I gave George an original of it and he didn’t seem offended so I thought it would be alright. Apparently before I was with them they had an altercation with your lawyers. One of their artists painted a French Quarter scene, the corner of Royal and Orleans and had an unabashed representation of a Blue Dog in your old gallery.

You said, “In practice, this is [determining a copy] actually a pretty easy test for us.” I’ve thought about copyrights quite a bit and have always thought that it would be rather difficult for the majority of hand made work, especially for landscapes and portraits. As an academic artist painting from life, I copy what I see in reality, therefor if another person stands in the same place to paint their painting would obviously be similar to mine. I’ve listened to my plein air painting friend, who likes to go by the name “The phantom artist”, speak about some of “his” compositions with a sense of propriety. He actually believes that he taught me how to paint, even though there’s a conspicuous lack of any lessons. Sure our paintings are going to have similarities in color, shape and the fact that we both love the pallet knife. There are only so many things to paint in the French Quarter so there’s bound to be some repetition in the plein air arena in such a small area.

My Lucky Blue Hot Dog was obviously and intentionally derived from the Blue Dog. The idea behind it was a comment on my feeling towards the little guy. In my painting the tubed meat was blue, the mustard and ketchup that oozed from the bun conformed to the shape of his legs and the bite mark made a nice seat for it. His pickle eyes and onion lips had the same gaze as the blue dog, but I felt rather confident that in the world of ideas it was unique and therefore should stand any attack from lawyers.

Copyright about paintings made by hand seem subjective, standing on rather mushy ground. However, the simpler the subject, the easier it is to determine if a work is a “copy”. A rabbit or mouse containing simplified lines, curves and only a couple solid colors might be easy to determine but beyond that, my feeling is that what is a copy or not is significantly in the world of opinion.

A zerox copy is black and white and doesn’t need much discussion, even if the zerox machine is an army of cheap Chinese labor. Taking a jpg. of another artist’s work and making a print is obviously theft. I put hi resolution images of my work on the web with the only protection being an easily scrubbed watermark. I stand beside musicians in this digital world knowing that cut paste is going to happen. I find solace in the confidence that my strokes can not be duplicated, making the original of infinity more value and that if I find prints of my work out there I won’t have to go broke with lawyer fees. Some day hopefully musicians will get what they deserve for their live performances.

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