Some of you and I won’t say who had a little something to say about my first piece of glass. I have received a few emails (some of them came from people who have an address I know by heart). Some of you are comparing my piece of glass to my concrete shoe. How dare you insult my art.
Actually, I thought this might a perfect opportunity to celebrate the “First Evers”.
My first ever piece done in concrete. Circa 1998. My Doc Martin Shoe. (Incidentally, way back when I tried to sell this thing but none of you asshats would buy it from me. For shame.)
My First Ever piece of potter created while studying at Hinckley Pottery in D.C. (I actually have another piece from when I was in first grade but I don’t have a picture of it yet.)
My first ever piece of glass. Yes, it looks like ass. Yes, some of you have agreed with me over on Flickr.
One more e-mail or comment from the critical folks and I’ll turn ya all into bad art.
Hey, I came a long, long way in pottery. I can prove it, too! Right Toby?! Tell them!
i’ll give ya 6 bucks for it plus shipping(now don’t tell me shipping’s more than 100 bucks plus insurance for one of a kind artwork!)
One drop of the sweat that went into that bitch was worth 6 bucks. ONE DROP OF SWEAT! ONE!
Toby hates my shoe. As does my father. They both hate this shoe. It’s freakish how much they hate the shoe.
i remember the shoe very well……i can’t say i love it….i like the glass way more!
All of the men in my life are out of their freaking minds. That shoe… that shoe is FREAKING brilliant. It’s worth thousands of dollars.
I’ll sell the glass to you for 500 bucks.
I don’t, nor have I ever claimed to, hate the shoe.
I don’t think comparing your glass piece to a vibrator was an insult per say…
comparing it to a vibrator isn’t an insult – it’s another way of saying “I’d like to make sweet love to that thing” – and that is pretty nice, I’d say.
Toby, isn’t it amazing how our intentions are always misunderstood by the women in our lives. I don’t remember ever saying I hated the shoe even while it resided in my garage for about five years.
Oh, I’m sorry, I guess hearing “Can I throw this thing out finally?” doesn’t necessarily mean you hate the shoe. But saying it almost every time I SAW you does. :]
The shoe will out live me, you and everyone we know. It’s going to be in the Howley/Boudreaux family for centuries. How does that make you feel? hehe
I’ll check Rob and Ryan. Simone already has said NO. She has an artist’s sense at a very young age.
ill buy that concrete sculpture.. it is the best likeness of jabba the hutt ive ever seen. ho ho ho hooo