Archive for John Waters

Morning Sky, Glitter Buttons

Posted in Art, constructions, cute, film with tags , , , on January 29, 2010 by darcyarts

It was beautiful Thursday morning just before the sun was up.

The morning was bright and the break from the rain was much appreciated. The snow capped mountains, to the north, east and west, against the pinkish sky and clouds made the drive out the college a visual delight. The air was so fresh.

Though I swore I would not go to JoAnn’s and be tempted by products I don’t need I would up there yesterday to buy a bag of stuffing.

I found irresistible buttons with the tiniest bit of glitter at the outer edges. All buttons were half off. I bought them in pink and yellowish camel colors.

They will look great on future dolls.

The light was poor this morning when I took these photos. I like the fact that director John Waters is looking over the doll heads. See him on the candle in the window sill? He’s kind of tiny compared to the heads.

Girl and boy heads on my homemade chop- stick head holder are cheery even in the gray morning light.

John Waters Devotional Candle

Posted in Art, etsy with tags , , , on February 18, 2009 by darcyarts

I first toyed with the idea that I might paint about five years ago.

I had tried a few watercolors in 1980. I liked the way they turned out but it was labor intensive. I hadn’t learned to focus my attentions and intentions properly back then.

Photography was fast and immediate, more my style.

I started my real art thing decorating matchboxes and devotional candles.

boygeorge1 They were  modest, semi-useful items. I wasn’t sticking my neck out and rushing to buy canvases, paint brushes, expensive paints.

I wanted to feel that I could justify any expenditure before I did that.

I was unsure of my ability to make faces so I cut them out of magazines and pasted them onto the tiny match boxes.

Glitter, glitter glue, a bit of paint and the crafter’s heroin, Mod Podge. and I was off. I like collage.

maggotbrain1I sold most of the first batch of matchboxes, over a dozen, after a friend turned me on to Esty, in 2008.

I still have three in my shop –Liberace, Che, Isaac Hayes.

annieoakleyI expanded my palette with the addition of inexpensive devotional candles. I bought them at Safeway for about a dollar.

I’d always appreciated the idea of candles with pictures of the saints used to aid heartfelt prayers. You’d pick a saint based on your particular concern and match it to his/her particular area of expertise.

I’ve blogged about this before and mentioned the really cool candle works of Bernd Offerings. Today I’m digging my own John Waters devotional  candle.

jwdevocandlefullJohn Waters is a Taurus. He’s cute, suave and he has a great sense of humor. I think I’ve blogged about that, too.

Stop me if you’ve heard this before.

Film critic, Elvis Mitchell, had John on his IFC program a few years back. They were talking about the relatively recent public acceptance of  Water’s films like Hairspray and Polyester. This was before Water’s had smash hit shows on Broadway, before John Travolta played Edna Turnblad.

Water’s work in the 70s was more radical and the times were more restrictive.

The problem came when commercial outlets  wishing to stock more Water’s films started ordering copies of Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble.  WalMart-like places and grocery stores even put them near the check out counter as a last minute impulse buy, said Waters.

Unsuspecting new Hairspray fans would pick them up, take them home and often at some point in the film, call the cops.

“Call the cops,” said Waters to Mitchell, amazed. “Can you believe it? I mean, I didn’t call the cops when Forrest Gump started running.”


Thinking about John’s saintly area of spiritual expertise is entertaining.

I guess if you had a crushing concern related to bad pulp fiction, realistic Japanese fake food, or creepy crime memorabilia, he’d be your man.

I love John Waters. He’s the best thing ever produced by Baltimore.



Radar: P Orridge, Waters and Anderson

Posted in Art, dreams, music, socialization with tags , , , , on September 7, 2008 by darcyarts

I bought my first issue of Radar magazine from Barnes and Noble after flipping through it and seeing not only a piece on Genesis P-Orridge and his late wife, lady Jaye. Genesis, a radical artist and musician (Throbing Gristle and Psychic TV) and his dominatrix/performer wife decided to have plastic surgery so that theymight resemble one another and become one face, one entity. Call them Romantic Fools if you will but they had a vision.

Unfortunately, Genesis must face the world without Lady Jay, looking a bit too much like Courtney Love.


If you feel good about yourself that’s all that matters.

I picked up my copy of Radar magazine yesterday and looked through it. Suddenly it became very clear to me that this was a New York rag. The ads just had that feel. Their pictorial on “The Beach” gave it away. This was not a west coast production. There was sand, sea and sky and even blonde life-guard boys but the two chicks draped on the life-guard are straight outta Long Island. Ronkonkoma, not the Hamptons. The pictorial was a horror story — Sunburn, Unintentional Nakedness and Drowning —  instead of a celebration of nature which would have been the case in California no matter how many tired fashionistas were on the shoot.

Still, I can’t really say that the east coast, cigarette-butts-in-an-ashtray feel makes Radar completely distasteful. This issue, if it’s truly representative of the enterprise, has too many cool things in it.

Like a small piece on Todd Oldham’s book John Waters: Place Space, published in June.

This is part of John’s fake food collection. Pretty Snazzy, eh?Lastly, the July/August issue of Radar features Pamela Anderson on the cover. I have tuned into her docu-autobio show, which she directs, and I liked it. I mean the crushing pace of keeping up the Hollywood facade would reduce most women to a bag of wrinkle-dust in weeks but Pam is superhuman. Somehow she pulls her act together and strides on in her stiletto heels. Her ass is still flawless as Tommy Lee helps us see when he playfully flips up her short skirt. They probably do that in every single show kinda like the gratuitous ass-shot in all Goldie Hawn’s films. Okay, almost all of them.

I know that magazines have airbrushing but on video it looked like this too. Can they airbrush video?

She even looks healthy as opposed to Hollywood emaciated but then she’s from Canada.

The only thing that worries me is the non-stop talking. It’s something we have come to associate with tweekers or those wound up by some sort of stimulant. Maybe she’s just a chatterbox. Maybe she has Gemini Rising and verbally exorcises her nervousness. She looks so healthy.

Pam, if you have discovered a health-inducing stimulant that gives you the drive to run a number of businesses, raise two Tommy Lee offspring, look impeccably slutty and delicious 24/7 please share with us.

I think Pam’s just a dynamo. I like her even though, rumor has it, she got naked for Hugh Heffner on his 80th birthday. Hef is deeply creepy but when I think about it I guess that was an act of charity. His new trio of girlfriends are kinda cool, kinda dynamos in their own right, even if they, like Pam, have chosen the bleached-blonde, tit-flauncing path to success. This is America.