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Painting the Town BLUE

inlikeflint — 2008-11-02T20:05:00Z

So... I have been out throwing down a few Obama noggins around town on people's driveways.

- It has been a real gas.

One of the places I drew an Obama Noggin was for a lady who is a machinist for Boeing and part of the Industrial Aircraft Machinist union... (Who are all pro Obama since McCain sold out a couple billion dollar contract to Air France instead of the aircraft companies in America... Wichita in particular.) This lady had her signs ripped off twice and she had posted her own sign saying something to the effect of that "Stealing my yard signs will not change my vote." Anyway, to make a long story short, I drew her an Obama Noggin and then it attracted a drunk neighbor who was Pro-McCain. My art work motivated him to stop mowing his lawn and to attempt to argue the benefits of voting for McCain and what's-her-face. After I thought about it for a while, I think that drawing an Obama Noggin actually bothered this guy (Who announced that he was a Christian...) ... and I felt good that I kicked this guy in the jimmy with about 15 minutes worth of chalking up a driveway.

Today I recieved an e-mail from another couple who decided to blog me and mass e-mail what was going on... I thought it was cool and that is why I wrote this journal... Just so I could post what they wrote;

~Fran was in the front yard working in the gardens when ~ INLIKEFLINT ~ stopped and asked if he could place some political art in our driveway. The following photos are of his Obama Noggin project. He creates images of Barack Obama out of charcoal and chalk onto concrete surfaces as political art installations.

The art installations are produced on a driveway for the property owner with their approval. The art work is then displayed until it is washed away by water or destroyed by foot and vehicle traffic. The life expectancy of an Obama Noggin is about one week provided that it does not rain.

INLIKEFLINT ~ is a visual artist that is exploring American socio-political issues through the use of temporary installation.

This project of creating Obama Noggins helps him to understand other perceptions and reactions to the way people relate to stylized iconography.

We wish ~ INLIKEFLINT ~ much success in his art career.

Dick & Fran
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I thought this was pretty cool that this retired couple put this much effort into giving me some promotional recognition. I thanked them again for letting me use their driveway as a canvas.

Big Obama Noggin

inlikeflint — 2008-10-29T15:05:52Z

Triple Header

inlikeflint — 2008-10-08T14:31:15Z

I could tell I was out of practice after about an hour of rendering and debating...

inlikeflint — 2008-09-28T18:29:01Z

I didn't have a political sign in my yard to let everyone know who I wasn't voting for.

inlikeflint — 2008-09-28T18:23:06Z

4000 Toy Soldiers

inlikeflint — 2008-09-23T19:30:59Z

This is a stop motion video I uploaded to Youtube a while back and for some reason it seems to be doing okay. I have close to 8500 views and over 50 comments. The comments are not that great, but there are a lot of them so I am guessing that this is a good thing because any response is better than no response. Enjoy...

Car Spangled Banter

inlikeflint — 2008-08-21T15:29:32Z

This is another one of my toy car paintings that I put together a week or two ago. It was rejected from the Democratic National Convention juried exhibition (Shepard Fairy show, "Manifest Hope Gallery.") for being too racy.

Da Bomb!

inlikeflint — 2008-07-31T11:48:33Z

BUZZNET BACKGROUND!!!

inlikeflint — 2008-07-25T14:21:00Z

I finally broke down and donated an image to Buzznet to use for a background. If you catch the front page you may be able to see it. This is what the whole painting looks like...

This is one of my toy car paintings made from real Die-cast toy cars. 2000 toy cars on a canvas that measures 72"x 54"... or 6'x 4-1/2'... You can tell the scale by the concrete blocks used to prop the painting up on the wall. I think the concrete blocks measure about 6"x 6" x 12"... The toy cars are about 1"x 2" and the overall weight is about 60 to 100lbs due to all of that Die-cast goodness!

Here are two more for your viewing pleasure...

sCARab

Auto Domingo

I decided to shoot some of these the other day since I am showing now, There will be more to look at soon, and for those who have not seen the other paintings, there are more paintings in my photo section.

Anyway, if you are perusing the Buzznet frontpage and wonder why all those tiny toy cars look a tad bit familiar...

Movement #2

inlikeflint — 2008-07-24T19:14:50Z

Here's a current piece that I am donating.

Michelangelo - 1475/1564

inlikeflint — 2008-07-21T21:38:00Z

WARNING; Some of the following paintings contain nudity which may not be suitable for retards. If you decide to view the art work and feel disturbed or turned on at any time, remember to look away from the computer screen and stare at the floor for a few seconds to reverse the blood flow. Thank you for viewing... If this is not safe for the particular place you work, you may consider finding employment elsewhere, because prudes don't pay... That's just the way it is.

When you ask someone in general to name a famous artist, Michelangelo usually is named along with Leonardo Da Vinci. Personally, I am more of a Titan man myself, and when sculpture is concerned I loves me some Bernini. I am guessing that most people who know nothing about art name Michelangelo as one of the great artists or someone they know as an artist happens because TV programs make a big deal out of the guy. (Hah TV!)

Personally, I think that Michaelangelo was some sort of schmuck and he was probably into the younger boys... (I shall elaborate.)

Self Portrait of Mich... He looks a little like Charles Manson to me, but it could be the beard. He has some mad skills when it comes to rendering, his face emerging out of a shadow predated tenebrism (Caravagio) but, this dark bending of facial shadow is interesting while it bounces off of pre spectral light.(1666 Newton observations.) It is difficult for me totally get down to the nuts and bolts of a painter who did most of his paintings on plaster, but some of the edging with light and shadow sort of happen when working with cartoons (transfer images) to chalk up the imagry before the plaster set, (Buon Fresco) or for a quick way to mark up over dry plaster (Fresco A Secco)... Mich probably used both techniqes but technical processes are probably last on my lists of interests when I investigate art.

Most of the photos I selected for this blog are for those who rattle Michelangelo off their lips as a great artist. It is likely that most of these images have not been seen by these sorts of people and the one image that most people have seen... is the one where Adam touches the hand of God. (The same picture that is ripped off and whored out by banks and religous institutions and other slime-ball types of businesses.)

Other than talking about "THE" image, lets talk about tittys. I love me some tittys. Tittys are the best thing invented since sliced bread. Big tittys, small tittys, inbetween sized tittys, National Geographic pygmy tittys... The list goes on. Something is very wrong with Michelangelo's tittys. They look like "A" cups on top of pecks. Now, I have been around and I have seen both real and plastic tittys in person, and in magazines, and recently I saw a good set on an internet porn site call Jugs R Us, which shows a lot of varieties of tittys. I have to admit that I have only seen Michelangelo tittys in Michelangelo art work. If this is originality, Mich gets props for making up his own kind of masculine style of knockers. Mean and nasty lookin tittys. The nuns in parochial school don't have anything on M's tittys.

Now, I know that lots of people out there admire Michelangelo as an artist, but I just get some sort of uneasy feeling around his work, maybe like looking at a transvestite or something. His sculpture and his paintings are all too masculine. I swear that most of the art work of his that I have seen is very male oriented, but maybe in a Catholic bend over a ten year old kind of way. I'd anal-ize this further, but I think you can get the idea from the first two freaky sculpture shots posted above. It's in stone... there's no denying it.

Out of all the paintings that I have seen of M's, this one has to be my favorite because of the colors and freaky naked midgets that are fucking shit up, and tearing the roof down. However, once again the female figure is more buff than a contemporary female body builder. That girl has big enough guns (arms) to knock your teeth out if she feels froggy. Feminine face and arms that would make Charles Atlas jealous.

What's going on here? Par-tay! Naked party with crazy tittys and mad juxtapositions. I guess that Michelangelo lived in some real swingin times, because nobody wore clothes. I would say that this helped to figure out who was male and female, but I am still confused when I look at these representations. (Notice the nasty tittys on the lady in blue and potential good ones covered by the lady who forgot to wear underwear under her towel.... don't ask... Why she has a bra and no underwear has been a mystery for hundreds of years.)

I think what I like most about M's work is the crazy people stuck allover the place that are upside down and in the foreground, or background... It makes me want to look at Giotto again and a handfull of other's work to see perspective in layering... This is supposed to be Drunk Noah and it looks like a crazy party at the transvestite bar again. "Nice titts Jimbo!" (If you look real close you can even see Drunk Noah's giant two inch beer monster.)

Not sure what is going on here, but goat wrestling looks like it is more than just a spectator sport.

I think this is more subliminal... a hidden message of M desparately reaching out...

Every once in a while you run into a painting that somebody decided to fix. Like the one painting above where the penis has been covered over because somebody just could not handle looking at a bohunkin chunk o meat. Maybe there was a big erect red throbbing boner underneath the loin cloth, or maybe it was purple and this was offensive to some prude or cardinal who had a bad neck injury. If I was Mike, I would have painted at least a seven inch penis (symbolic) and then drilled a small hole in the roof so that when it rained...

Here is another example of chicks with dicks and The Devil in Mrs Jones depicted in the center. I like the Adam figure to the right... Ow stop! my neck, my neck ow... Great action paintng here. ("i can has apple?" NO... Rejected!)

And here it is for your visual pleasure... raw, shaved, and, uncut. Eve with manly man hands, and titty-pecks, and arms like the incredible hulk.

Maybe the next time somebody asks you who a famous art is or who some of the greatest artists are, maybe you will say Michelangelo because you too like chicks with dicks.
"Hi, my name is Barbara... I kick start my own vibrator and roll my own tampons. I run a radiator repair shop in Ohio..."

*Maybe next week I will discuss the Mona Lisa.

Pimp Players In History

inlikeflint — 2008-07-19T18:18:00Z

Pimp Players in History

Volume IV
Chapter 2.

Memorable pimp players who were imortalized in paintings commissioned by kings and popes.

This is a painting of the guys who put the "V" in vagina. These are the Rodrigaz boys who could make most ladies jump right out of their panties. The Rodrigaz boys were smooth and almost were noted for killing off the Moors in 1700's from an outbreak of Chlamydia and Herpes (simplex 7) ... These boys hoed out their little sisters, their best friends, their friend's friends, and even their friend's mother's former roommates from back in the day. These boys were pimp players from the word go. These boys flossed and flied all the local hood rats dropping the ill tip, all while on the back of a horse. Immortalized by the king of Spain, the Rodrigaz boyz ride into town to pick up their bitches for side tricks who had an appointment... several appointments by occuping soldiers who neded to get their freak on. Later, there would be an outbreak of El Sidz that would force these boys out of town. The Rodrigaz boys ended up in South America where they started several pyramid prostitution schemes.

Pictured here, are the shortest pimps in history. Back in the 1600's these wee the original Lollypop boys. These suave midgets charmed the likes of Marie Antoinette's great grandmother. (Who also had three breasteses.) The Lollypop boys were much like Famous Amous (Who used to leave a cookie as a calling card.) The Lollypop boys left candy and sometimes dressed up in freaky costumes using their lollypops as pimp tools of the trade. These pimps were actually twins and both of them had thirteen inch penises that they had to strap to their legs to keep if from draggin on the ground and shit. They had to be careful to be sure and consume a lot of candy because this would keep their blood pressure from dropping when they sprung wood. The pimp players provided short ones for most of the aristocracy in their locality. The Lollypop boys were known for their badass custom tailored outfits fashioned from Siberian albino tigers, and snow leopards. These boys were so cool they could wear cashmere when it was 110 degrees outside.

This is a historical allegory of Silky.
Silkey had all the fly skivies and hoodrats to boot. You can see in the painting how he could never shake these crazed ancient bitches. This is because Silky had the jimmy of death and once you got his disease, you could not shake the lure of Silky. Women would come out of nowhere and offer to lick his smooth silky hands because they looked like cloted cream. Silky was just gifted, he would meet a good girl from church and the next thing you know, she's turning tricks earning six digits...

This is the famous "No Bitch, I said Bring me my BREAD!" painting. Silky was a true pimp and Silky always got his money. If you didn't have Silky's money, he sent that bitch packin with a quick backhand. Silky didn't play.

This is 42nd street Moses. 42nd St, was the king of 42nd street in Athens, Greece. While most of the Greeks were bull jumping, or challenging Achillies to a foot race, or wrestling centaurs... Moses was whoring out their wives, daughters, and sons... (It's Greece) One day Moses left out to pick up one of his tricks from a bull dyke bitch lesbian named Medusa That was the last anyone had ever heard or seen from Moses, but one thing is for sure, That pimp was rock solid.

This is Big Peter Paul Pimp Player from Reuban street. PPPP had a penis so large he could use it as his pimp stick to slap people upside the head when he needed to degrade a motherfucker in public. PPPP had a candy bar named after him, but the original bar had to be reduced in size because to much candy would make even the Lollypop boys sick. If you ever had a king sized Peter Paul candy bar you know what I am talkin about. It ain't no Zag Nut I can tell you. Peter Paul's penis was removed and place in the Rose Catheredral's reliquary so that the pilgrims and nonbelievers could all witness the great powers that emanate from PPPP's gigantic jimmy.

It's the proverbial "Ah shit" moment that players from all over the place sympathze with.
This is one of those genre paintings of everyday life while pimping. "Uh oh, Looks like wee's got a problem!" Bitches were more solid back in the day. A good hoe back then used to be able to take on three or four johns before five in the morning, and then give birth and go right back to work. Bithces had work ethic back then. In the painting is Monty, entitled, "I got 99 problems and two bitches pictured with me." Monty ran the Alice in Wonderland circuit that was mainly a peep show where sailors could beat off behind a wall of glass for a few farthings,. It was pretty cool because just before the sailors would drop their wad two midgets would rush out from behind the glass and close the curtains. Then the sailors would be asked to deposit more money into a slot by the stage.... It was a quick money making scheme that Monty was able make a small fortune on that kept him in the latest style, and his hoes clean for higher paying clients.

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inlikeflint — 2008-05-17T20:53:00Z

Robert Rauschenberg R.I.P.

inlikeflint — 2008-05-13T10:45:00Z

This combine is called, First Landing Jump created in 1961.

If we could only keep our Rauschenbergs and De Koonings,
and lose our Bushes and Coulters,
What a beautiful world we would create.

May 13th 2008 -

Name Dat Again!

inlikeflint — 2008-03-20T10:08:00Z

Name that!

This is old stuff on my drive.

RetroCrush... The World's Greatest Pop Culture Site!

inlikeflint — 2008-03-05T20:40:00Z

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RetroCrush is Fresh, it has a funky beat and you can bug out to it.

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Eveybody meets up around 7pm Pacific.time...
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Be sure and check out all the RetroGoodness from the site and lean all the ill secrets of Mr. T. and the &6,000,000. Man.

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WhoDat #2.

inlikeflint — 2008-02-28T20:54:00Z

WhoDat #2
Classic Edition

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FLINTS SPEAKEASY... the coolest forum in the Universe.

inlikeflint — 2008-02-23T14:46:00Z

This is the coolest forum in the Universe. We are a wild life refuge for forum members who have no place to go while they are displaced and discombobulated. So grab a drink and talk about whatever you want (Just don't be a tool...)... and we will see you there! The Management.

And There We Were... sample.

inlikeflint — 2008-02-16T13:09:00Z

Here is part of my story And There We Were... (A couple paragraphs from pgs. 5 & 6.) The photo is of me (Left) and my toothless Bosnia friend where a mortar pit was set up and a mirror on a pole that let the mortars aim and drop rounds on their target from a few blocks away. I think this is only the second week of being in country, I am still pretty clean considering it took well over 60 days before I get to take a shower... and then another feww weeks before I could get one with hot water (March/April in the Balkins.)

(And There We Were... Pg, 5 & 6...)

-I spent more time fixing the Bradley than running it. I did not care about the game anyway. Green Bay and the Patriots could have gone to hell for all I cared. Besides, I had a couple of diet Pepsis and was more concerned with scrounging around for my stash of pougey bait. A new pack on the Bradley is a Cummings 501 diesel engine and an attached transmission that requires few adjustments and a couple of bolts to install. On a concrete pad on level ground in daylight, a mechanic and small crew can change a pack out in under and hour. This was normal provided that the crew knows what they are doing. Using headlights from the M88 (Mechanics wrecking vehicle.) and a couple of flashlights, we placed the pack in the Bradley in just four hours. Eighteen gallons of oil for the engine and ten for the transmission is normal for vehicle operation when getting a new pack. This is the discovery I had made when having to fill the pack from five-gallon containers in extreme cold weather. Sometime the oil would miss the hole and flow like the consistency of honey across my boots, pants, and hands. Jumping in and out of the driver’s hatch to turn the vehicle on and off gave me a chance to locate my emergency provisions. While the mechanics were bending into awkward positions to attach the drive shafts to the pack of the Bradley, I was inventing new ways to drink diet Pepsi.

Depending on the condition of stress and feeling like crap because of a head cold, the proper amount of diet Pepsi should be consumed. If the conditions are not too severe, one third of the diet Pepsi can should be consumed so that there is enough room to mix one part Jim Beam. However, if the conditions are severe like not being able to go to the Super Bowl and working on the Bradley till the sun comes up, consume the diet Pepsi concoction until a third of the can is left and add more Jim Beam. This recipe agreed with me and the small handful of mechanics that were not able to participate in the early morning festivities.

Lying down in the mud fixing mechanical parts on the track was a nightmare. Lying down in the mud in the dark fixing the Bradley was sadistic harassment. If your grip on a bolt with a tool did not slip causing you to slam your knuckles into other metal parts on the track, the mud would prevent you from threading the bolt into its proper hole. I had no problem with any mechanical part or mud, because I could not feel my fingers anymore, so working on the track became kind of fun. By the time the sun started to come up, the track was up. Crane had come back with the other Super Bowlers, and said that I didn’t miss much. They had stood out under a tarp outside watching the game in the cold. The Patriots had beaten the Packers, and all they got was some left over French bread and sodas. Crane asked me how it went with the track.

I told him, -You didn’t mish mush.

(It's short, but it is a short story, so I can't give away too much... )

Derek

I'm Going to Wichita...

inlikeflint — 2008-01-13T19:32:00Z

(White Stripes.)

Wichita is the kind of town like Dodge City, Kansas. You just sort of end up here and you want to get the hell out of. I was not sure what I would take photos of today, so I just sort of wandered around downtown and looked for touristic stuff. I call it touristic stuff because Kansas is one of those places that uses a historical register as something to stoke a fire with. (Because that's how they roll.) Other than having a couple people in town who know something about culture and art, and maybe other things like that the Earth is not flat and there is something called evolution... Wichita, Kansas is usually 20 to 30 years behind the rest of the nation... (Minimum wage in the state of Kansas is $2.65 an hour. I would say that it is better than some other state, but I can't because that is the lowest in the nation. Illegals don't even work for those kind of wages. It's just your typical Christian Conservative cow town.) Thank you to the distinguished gentleman from Topeka by the name of Brownback.)

Welcome to Wichita State University... You are looking at the Ulrich campus art museum. That there is a Joan Miro on the outside of the building... (It is under restoration.) WSU has more sports facilities and things related to sports than any other campus in Kansas (With exception to K-State or Kansas State ...maybe.) Xavier McDaniel, Antonie Carr and his Brother, Wilt Chamberlain, and a ton of other sport stars went to school here at one time or another and played professional sports with a ball of some kind. Wilt probably has the record for "hide the salami" for the short time he was here. Dennis Raider also went to school here, but he never played sports... He was a tiny man in stature and those guys with little man syndrome usually end up to be serial killers.) Most of the students here are from places more rural than Wichita... That means it is always easy to get laid if you are an executive at one of the Aircraft companies or one of the major oil companies that Bush comes to visit every so often. ~When minimum wage is less than $3.00 an hour, Christian Conservative girls will do anything for a five dollar bill, or somebody famous like Wilt Chamberlain.)

This is the rail bridge next to the Union Station building in downtown Wichita. Right now it is owned and used by the Cox cable company. (They suck.) Cox has to have the slowest broadband cable I have ever used. I have had faster download speeds on a phone modem. Anyway, this is a photo of what the bridge looks like underneath. It is a good breeding area for pigeons and Conservative girls looking to earn a quick $5.00.

This is the top of the rail bridge with trains that they have pulled up there to park. Parking and pulling a train will run you $10.00. (Thank you Jesus.)

Union Station of Wichita, Kansas... This is the place where the Cox work in and out of.

Here is an artist rendition of what the place looked like in 1910. They had trains there that would take people from city to city. I think this is how Wichita started to grow... There were bars across the street and people would get laid over before their trip to Chicago or Kansas City. They would end up staying at a place called the Eaton Hotel if they were not rolled first. Wichita has always been a rough town and people have been shot up all over the place. At one time Wichita had more crime per capita than Washington DC. Since Wichita has always been behind the times, out in front of Union Station, the horseless carriages from out of states are prostitutes waiting to get their first lick at all the new arrivals before they get rolled under the bridge going to the Eaton.

This is not the Eaton Hotel, but was another hotel that was closer to Union Station. Anyway, This is some of the original advertising in the alley that was not too clear until I saw it though the magic of Digital Camera and Photoshop technology. This is a big improvement over the Kodak Disk camera that I used to have. I had to get my digital camera in Kansas City. They are still using Polaroids here.

The Eaton Hotel. This building was put on the historical register in 1972. Unfortunately, this means that most of the stuff in this building is no longer here on the inside of the building. It is okay because when I was growing up, you did not want to hang around this hotel because of all the homeless people who used to squat here. I have been in a lot of places and seen a lot of homeless people. However, if you are homeless in Wichita, you are really homeless and selling your ass for a dollar ain't going to happen because that racket is completely saturated by the upper middle class. Anyway, the homeless made the place smell like piss and Night Train, so finally some entrepreneurial spirit from another state decided to come in and restore the Hotel in all of its splendor by ripping out the gas lamps and replacing them with original coaxial cable and Cox internet and fancy fangled copper wires for electricity and turned the place into Lofts. (What a novel idea, who would have ever thought that people would pay to live in an old building with loft style apartments?)

This is the top of the Eaton Hotel and I am not sure if the top floor was reserved for the poor because of cowboys with guns, and all those stairs to climb. Anyway, there was a bar down in the lobby or something... Some crazy prohibitionist bitch from Kansas City (Cary Nation.) came to town and went crazy with an ax and chopped up the bar and and one of the store room doors. (That one of my friends bought for $20.00 in an auction... no lie... and the bar is owned by the Smithsonian.)

((And that door smells like piss.))

Down where the bar used to be is a restaurant where you can see people eating.

For some reason I am thinking this is not the original glass, but it looks old... actually it looks like somebody ran out of gold window paint... That stuff is expensive and is more than a days wage in Wichita.

We say goodbye to the Eaton as it settles with the sun and we go deeper down Douglas to look for other interesting buildings owned by somebody else from another state or country.

This is the Brown Building. I am guessing that this is what color it used to be because it was build just before the Great Depression... And someday when we finally get out of the depression here, people will stop throwing them selves off this building with ticker tape parachutes.

I am so depressed right now.

Here is another old school advertisement from way back. It looks like something is .50-.60 cents... whatever it is, I am sure it is expensive and thanks to the restoration crew from California for coming in and deciding to make more Loft like places that made you think about real lofts.

This is the new Bank Building that is old now because it is a modernist structure. Most of the banks have changed and it is now called the Bank of America Center and is owned by some guy named Phil Ruffin who makes buildings with some geezer named Donald Trump. Whatever. The building is not really that important but if you can peer though the reflections and the crazy 60/70's groovy smoke tinted glass you can see this giant mobile that is hanging from the ceiling. This is actually an important piece of art work and it could potentially be worth way more than what it was originally purchased for back when the building was built.

Here is another angle... this is an original Alexander Calder mobile (A real monster of a piece.) This is more of a historical piece because of what happened to the work, not so much the scale or that it is Alexander Calder... For some reason the bank who owned the building decided that it needed to remodel and the color orange was out of style, that they decided that they needed to go with a more dominant cool color like purple. The bank decided that they would paint the sculpture purple because it no longer matched their new interior. (...Oh yes, they did...) So Calder eventually found out and he was still alive to take them to court and win... and then the bank had to pay for removal the shipping of the work back to Calder's studio, the paint removal and restoration work, the court costs, shipping back and installation... maybe even taxes too. Anyway, it was sort of a landmark case where it just sort of lays down and enforces the copyright rules in the visual arts and another reason that the buyer of visual art can never own the work outright just because they purchased the work. (Did I mention that Wichita was a real Christian Conservative cow town?) I am sure that the interior decorator and the banker had to live down under a rail bridge for a few years to pay that debt off.

Looks like one of the secretaries downtown has gone renegade with a label machine again. Can't keep the riffraff out of anything nowadays.

Just a little further downtown, down by the river... there is a statue that was donated because the city of Wichita was too cheap to give anything to the local Indians... "Keeper of the Plains!" This was put up right before the bicentennial year of 1976 by an artist named Blackbear Bosin. Anyway, you don't see the artist's name anywhere near the sculpture or on even on the bronze plaque that has everybody's name but the artist. There's the landscape architect's name, city council member names, the guy who operated the bulldozer, and the gofer who brought all of them donuts and coffee in the morning. Blackbear's name ain't up there. Do you know why? Because Wichita is a Christian Conservative town and the name Blackbear Bosin is too exotic. It has the word bear in it and nakedness is not tolerated in the city limits, and then there is the black thing, not to mention that most of those white people that are named on the plaque don't like Indians or the minimum wage crackers they paid to move dirt around and string up a bridge.

This is a photo of what the Keeper of the Plains gets to keep his eye on everyday since 1976... Power lines... I now understand what the Wichita Linemen song was about. Wichita loves power lines so much they string the bridges together with them. They have power lines all over the place and coax cable... Must be a modernist thing. I haven't the heart to tell anybody here that the modernist movement ended about 30 - 40 years ago. (And you thought North Korea was behind the times.)
(Off in the middle of the photo is a tall building that used to be the Holiday Inn. It is now law office and owned by Phil Ruffin... This is where we are going next...)

This is Century II. The round building that landed here many moons ago. I am on the second floor of a gated off - what used to be the parking garage of the Holiday Inn. Unfortunately, they turned some of the building into offices and ... (You will never guess...) Loft like places that were once hotel suites that make pretty crummy loft like places the size of hotel rooms.. This building reminds me of the video game Grand Theft Auto. You can drive right up to a good vantage point and...

...observe the chic chain link. It just screams Kaucasian Khristian Konservative. Many years ago somebody went crazy further up and decided to start shooting people from the top of the building. When I travel though Wichita... I ... Understand... The woods are lovely dark and deep... and miles to go...

One of the finer qualities of Wichita are the ways that the builders and architects of this city have really kept up with continuity and managed to fit about every architectural design element of any time period and jam it all in one city block. You have this Romanesque revival thing going on next to a modernist structure and it is all strung together with power lines. Historical buildings are scuttled out and sold off to people in towns in neighboring states... Somebody always asks what Wichita can do to make this town better or more interesting for tourists. I love my retro city and Wichita is a great place to visit. If you have old clothes and old cars and make less than $10,000.00 USD a year, You are going to love Wichita. (Okay, maybe not, but it was worth a try.)

I am still not sure what the band White Stripes was singing about, but maybe the Wichita they were talking about was in Wichita Falls, Texas.... And maybe somebody will tell me for $5.00 and a spin around Union Station.