Author Archives: rick mobbs

Broken Angel (Last Call)

What I have been up to. Beside being a daddy, working in the movies and etc. Here is a picture of a work-in-progress. Wax at this point, about 22 inches tall, ready to gate and vent and cast in bronze … Continue reading

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living with one bowl?

Putting back more than I take? Good Orderly Direction? Not things I’ve been thinking about. A lot of bowls would have to go. I try to back to life. Good Orderly Direction? No. Maybe time for inventory? Look at who I am … Continue reading

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Coal Miner’s Granddaughter

Looking over these photos I posted elsewhere I thought they might be of interest to some of you. The photos are from a movie called “Country Justice”, filmed in Tazewell Virginia. (For a while it was known as “Coal Miner’s … Continue reading

Posted in "...where danger is there arises salvation also...", "Country Justice" movie, Coal Miner's Granddaughter, george c. scott, lead scenic, low seam coal mines, scenic artist, set building foam carving, set painting, Tazewell Virginia, West Virginia coal miners | Leave a comment

ann, again

A note, and a response. . . New comment on your post “Ann Bunting-Mock” Author : Jeanne Scheerbaum Comment: May, 2012 I just read a wonderful article by Ann Bunting-Mock in American Quilter magazine, January 2008.  Just want you, whomever you are, … Continue reading

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back again

About finished with Tin Star, a pilot for a proposed Western series. If all goes well then there will be continuing gainful employment for at least some of the film community here. Lone Ranger crewing up in ABQ. Building an … Continue reading

Posted in Elmo in Grouchland, film and television, film work, Gypsy Movie Trash, Lone Ranger, Merida, Muppets from Space, scenic artist, set painting, Tin Star, Venezuela | 8 Comments

Rest in Peace, Troy Davis

Troy Davis, Born October 9th, 1968. Killed at the stubborn whim of the state of Georgia September 21, 2011.

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looking for lost etching press

Hello, my Wilmington NC, ex-creative community (Printmakers in particular!). I seem to have misplaced a very large (6 ft wheel), very heavy (burned out the clutch in my truck driving it down from Boston) and very old (120 years, plus … Continue reading

Posted in etching and engraving, Kelton etching press, lost and found, lost Kelton press, MM Kelton Sons Brooklyn New York, Wilmington NC printmakers | 4 Comments

Glenn Buttkus writes again

Ada at two, standing in front of a jumble of scenes pulled from a full life, just like with Glenn’s Poem I posted below. Now she’s two and a half and painting. A firecracker, born on the 4th of July. … Continue reading

Posted in "...where danger is there arises salvation also...", ada corinna, bibliosity, dinky-dau, glenn buttkus, image collections, memory, On Patrol, storybook collaborative, supernatural bridges, Vietnam War | 5 Comments

Yemaya’s Children – the Orishas return

Another story from Damyanti in response to the image I put up as a writing prompt for her. I never know what will spark her writing or the direction it will take, but I am always delighted to read what … Continue reading

Posted in character, Damyanti Ghosh, damyantiwrites, ekphrasis, fiction, fish, image prompts, lucid dreaming, picture prompts, speed-writing, the Orishas, Uncategorized, writing, writing prompts, Yemaya's Children | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Damyanti Writes

I lifted Damyanti’s story from her blog, the Daily (w)rite : a daily ritual of writing. She wrote the story from the image I put up Feb 3rd. She spins amazing stories out of just about anything, just for exercise. … Continue reading

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Creation Myth # 12

Two for Damyanti Ghosh, who requested image prompts. Survey her work at http://damyantiwrites.wordpress.com/ This drawing is of my niece, McKenzie Jones, when she was a teen-ager. Not so long ago…   At one time I was putting up new images every thursday … Continue reading

Posted in art, collaborative storybook, creation myth, creative process, Damyanti Ghosh, damyantiwrites, ekphrasis, image prompts, McKenzie Jones, poetry, stories | 9 Comments

able, reasonable, experienced, available on short notice

newmexicostoryboards.wordpress.com What is it about self-promotion and competition? Everybody says it is necessary for the artist but most of us hate it. Resume and availability now up on new website. Lots of varied experience in film and TV on the … Continue reading

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She came, she bathed, I asked

(A reworking of a poem I wrote in a time of rooming houses, everyday visions, clawfooted bathtubs, visiting friends, tribal ghosts and protectors and conversations with god on the Dorchester Avenue bus.) She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you … Continue reading

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what if?

What if we really couldn’t afford to take care of our elderly, infirm, sick, dying, homeless, wounded, maimed, disabled, crazy… ? What if even Defense had a budget so tight the argument over whether to pay for one B-1 Bomber … Continue reading

Posted in ...into the Valley of Death rode the Seven Billion, fragments, Global Poverty, global weather change, Mewling, overpopulation, Sebastião Salgado, the Great Re-Depression | 5 Comments

happy new year everyone

I hope the year proves to be really wonderful for all of us. I raise my little glass of air to you and yours. May we prosper, may we thrive, may we know meaning, love, and joy. May our paths be full … Continue reading

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work in progress

Moved into new studio in the Spring of 2010 and started new canvas (6′ x 20′, minor monsterpiece). (Pics should be 2 post down from this one.) That work interrupted shortly thereafter by life and work. Finished in September painting on … Continue reading

Posted in art, Broadus and Ada, cowboys and aliens, painting, poetry, Saturn Return, set painting, stories, the art of recovery, wall sized sketchbook, work in progress | Leave a comment

amurin

her bio, lifted from “Stop and Wander“, followed by a comment also sifted from there. amuirin- I’m a blue-skinned bellydancer from the planet Melio 5 (not to be confused with the much more infamous Melio 15, home of Whilse Cornflapper, … Continue reading

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work in progress

Posted in addiction, art, below the line, Broadus and Ada, charcoal drawing, cowboys and aliens, new studio, painting, Saturn Return, set painting, wall sized roughs, work in progress | Leave a comment

ada crazy hair

our little firecracker turned 2 on the 4th of July. I’ve been away from blogging (and painting and writing) for quite a few months. Work, family, a nest full of kids can do that. Does it to me anyway. Starting … Continue reading

Posted in ada corinna meridian swinton, cynthia webster, family and friends, is this love?, jason bruno, naomi swinton, spencer broadus aurelius mobbs, this is love, will scarlet and sabine violet | 3 Comments

firecracker girl turns 2

Ada, our 4th of July baby. I’m returning to something I wrote after she arrived. I made it up of course. I imagine it will be a few more years before she can tell me what it was really like. … Continue reading

Posted in Broadus and Ada, firecracker girl, home birth, jason bruno, kiss of the wind, naomi swinton, poetry, supernatural bridge, works in progress | 5 Comments

hello again…

Friends have left notes here over the past weeks and I have either been too busy – or too idle – to respond. I’m reluctant to return to this blog. Keeping it up requires mental and emotional space I don’t … Continue reading

Posted in my mythology, poetry, sun and moon, Uncategorized, walking on water | 18 Comments

How Many Stories Can A Picture Tell?

Catherine Nesbitt called the other day to buy a painting. It was her husband’s birthday and the painting gave Jim pleasure so she wanted him to have it. If the truth be told it wasn’t her favorite. The other painting … Continue reading

Posted in art, childcraft books, collaborative storybook, Crayola crayons, creative process, Doug Palmer, ekphrasis, image prompts, institutional racism, Jim and Cathleen Nesbitt, painting, poetry, selling art, the wheelbarrow woman, whypaisley, Wilmington NC | 7 Comments

image prompts

Nanda Sosa just emailed me the pictures below, which are of paintings hanging on the walls of her home in Caracas. I had forgotten them. Which means it has been too long since I visited that beautiful, amazing, troubled country … Continue reading

Posted in art, below the line, ekphrasis, image prompts, maria fernanda sosa, painting, storybook collaborative, Venezuela, work in progress | 5 Comments

story marathon

Done. Story on demand for Scott Card’s six day writing intensive. I left the outline in the middle of the 1st paragraph and after that I never knew where the next sentence would take me. The story shows it but … Continue reading

Posted in completion, idea generation, orson scott card, stories, storybook collaborative, Uncle Orson's Writing Class and Literary Boot Camp, works in progress, writing | 4 Comments

wish

i wish i was there. i wish i was almost anywhere but here. most especially though, i wish i was there, where you are. these people are weird and this place is strange. the stars don’t look right, neither the … Continue reading

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rikki once tikki now taviless

. . Oh, Naomio, де ви? Ти зник в самій тонкої в важнічать I was hoping for an emotionally clear space before heading out later in the week. Instead, I am frazzled to frizzled nub. And very short, too. Much … Continue reading

Posted in Al-x, Alex Chamyan, carnival people, gigolo, half as good as rain and the people agree, my summer vacation, naomio, particularity, physics and slow jowls, pills, rikki tikki tavi, sliding out of the looking glass and onto the floor, twice as good as rain and the people agree, wave and pparticle ppparticle and wave | 4 Comments

I came, I bathed, I howled

There was a night when the lights went out – it was only for a second, but when they came back up everything had changed. I was dripping wet from the bath, rain was coming down in buckets outside and … Continue reading

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gerard manley hopkins

This is something I painted for Maria Fernanda Sosa, rolled up and carried to Venezuela to deliver to her. I probably owed her some money, I can’t remember now. Or maybe it was because her daughter, Fernanda Sosa, asked for … Continue reading

Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, amuirin, awakening, christ, fernanda sosa, fifth business, gerard manley hopkins, God's Grandeur, jesuits, nanda, poetry, stop and wander, supernatural bridge, what's bred in the bone, with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. | 2 Comments

song for amuirin

Now Cleo faced the nighttime she thought the urge a little strange her pencil and papers in a stack before her hoping darkness her thoughts would arrange. . She stared out of the window thought of her lover sleeping alone … Continue reading

Posted in amuirin, children, cleo, gerard manley hopkins, image prompts, paint dept., painting, passion, poem, poetry, relationships, stop and wander, with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. | 4 Comments

in with the whirl, out with the swirl

don’t struggle against the irresistible: the answer to surviving a fall into a whirlpool. A small madness took me, and now I am back from Chicago. Four hours in a line stretching around a city block, a five minute interview … Continue reading

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Blog Reorganization and Bravo cattle call update

Returning from work taking me so many months away from this blog I have started back by rearranging the furniture here (so to speak), an old, old way of getting control over my life. I used to do it so … Continue reading

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War Games; and Bravo’s UNTITLED ART PROJECT

We played paintball in the mountains here, with friends from work. I sprained my ankle and broke a rib and had quarter sized bruises all over my body. I limped for a week and still hold my side when I … Continue reading

Posted in art, art for film and tv, artfagcity, artnet magazine, Bravo Untitled Art Project, bravotv.com/casting, Broadus and Ada, collaborative storybook, family, film work, four sisters, hatrack.com, Ian Gold, jason bruno, Magical Elves, Mormon, naomi swinton, new work, Nick Gilhool, orson scott card, paint dept., paintball, Pretty Matches, reality tv, Sarah Jessica Parker, the writing life, Uncle Orson's Writing Class and Literary Boot Camp, united world college, works in progress | 33 Comments

firecracker girl turns one: (some of) the year in pictures

Happy 4th (now 5th) of July, everyone, and Happy Birthday, Ada Corinna Meridian Swinton. She is a fierce and funny newcomer, strong and determined. The universe is her home, and for now, we are her country. Who knows where these … Continue reading

Posted in ada corinna, ada's first birthday, amuirin, broadus aurelius, callings, egnima, family, homebirth, joyce ellen davis, logan bunting-mock, love, naomi swinton, orson scott card, painting, uncle pepek, works in progress, yael naim | 3 Comments

and now she’s awake

I swam through the darkness, always upward, my eyes open, seeing ahead through the streaming dark water. On the other side, the wavering image of my father, smiling, holding my eyes as I swam to him. We both knew the … Continue reading

Posted in ada corinna, home for a few days, sleeping babies, with rest the poetry returns | 13 Comments

what i saw this morning at 4:30 am as I was leaving Santa Fe

as I was packing to leave the motel to drive to work in Albuquerque

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catching up

Anyone following battlestar galactica? I’m way behind. I’m catching up on my motel cable tonight though. I came down here to Carrizozo NM to paint a fork in the road in the desert black, with biodegrable paint. It will degrade, … Continue reading

Posted in film work, paint dept., scenic art, the book of eli, works in progress | 4 Comments

home again home again

What a treat to have this time. I’ve been living out of a suitcase in a motel while working in Albuquerque on “The Book of Eli”. My co-workers are extraordinarily gifted and easy to be with and the sets are … Continue reading

Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, art for film and tv, Broadus and Ada, family, John McCutcheon, naomi swinton, new mexico peace works conference, painting, storybook collaborative, uwc-usa | 17 Comments

adapiano,

ada at six months, having a ball, belting out Auld Lang Syne, singing about the times gone by. Gone bye bye.

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frank rich article

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/04/opinion/04rich.html?em A President Forgotten but Not Gone By FRANK RICH Published: January 3, 2009 WE like our failed presidents to be Shakespearean, or at least large enough to inspire Oscar-worthy performances from magnificent tragedians like Frank Langella. So here, too, … Continue reading

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good-bye, george

Frank Rich is right, for a moment one can almost feel sorry for him. Until reflecting on the stupid, arrogant, mindless choices that have caused so much ruin, so many deaths and so much sorrow. I can’t think of anything … Continue reading

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