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I have what I consider a very strong intuitive sense about such things. And as quickly as the idea occurred to me I was convinced that it was true.
In fact, I had what can best be called a vision of poor Janet shackled to her bed in a dimly lit, damp, Akron Ohio basement, being fed old left- over BLT sandwiches from Denny’s.
This is a very hard thing for me to admit, but early in my art career I used performance enhancing drugs.
It was not something I thought I would ever do, but the pressure in the art world was very intense, and the competition was overwhelming. Sadly, I eventually gave in and began to use substances that were banned in art competition.
I want to apologize to all my collectors and supporters over the years.
I know I have let you down.
I especially want to apologize to my mother.
She was unaware of my drug use, and I told her my success was due to the Hostess Cupcakes she had given me after school.
Ed Haddaway
I hung around the hospital for a week and gradually warmed to having various tubes and wires connected to my body.
I then went home, ate pills, and sought the solace of blood thinner. In what seemed like mere days, I was blessed with a kidney stone, which sent me back to the hospital for another week. I once again became acquainted with the tubes and wires and discovered the unhappy truth of urologists.
Read More“You have to become more Zen about these things. If you are not in the right space, nothing will happen. You are trying too hard to control the outcome…..just let it all go. Forget about the rich man and concentrate on that which is in your purview. Remember also to constantly give thanks the universe for all that you have been given.”
Read MoreMy apologies for failing to write or post lately.
I am working, just very slowly. I have had way too many things on my plate.
More will be forthcoming.
Ed H
Thank you for your submission to "How to Cope With Rejection"Seminars. There were close to 1500 applications for the Seminar, approximately 750 of which were from Artists like you. The committee had hundreds of difficult decisions to make, as the quality of the applications was very high. We regret that your application was not accepted for this Seminar at this time.
Because of the need for one on one therapy there can only be space for 300 participants.
This is a painting titled "Pomegranate" by Marc Ouellete, which was done of the infamous "Big Red Ball" which Marc saw in the corner of Eddie's parking lot.
If you failed to read about the fate of the "Big Red Ball" you will find it on this site in seven parts.
The title is:
ACME DREAMS: THE BIG RED BALL
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The message stated that she had heard from someone that I had “passed” and wanted to find out what they wanted to do with the sculpture.
Finding out people think you are dead gives one reason to pause and reflect.
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The other day I happened to look out my bedroom window as a small bird sat perched on the ledge.
The bird was brightly colored, and appeared to be an important bird which had perhaps attended Vassar.
The bird looked at me for a minute then began to flutter its wings. It then started to fly into the open window.
Fearing for the bird’s safety I immediately waved my arms, which frightened the bird away. I then resumed what I was doing (worrying).
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Michael’s shop was a large warehouse on the Jacksboro Highway that was in very bad shape. Entering the dark building it took a while for your eyes adjust. One could slowly make out huge piles of parts, Harleys, and garbage. I also noticed something else. Strewn about were leather jackets with the Hell’s Angels insignia on them. Anyone with common sense would think twice about continuing on. I didn’t think at all.
One central theme in my life had clearly developed by age 5. It continued on through puberty, through my teenage years and twenties and into each preceding decade that I have managed to get through.
Violent movement, and stomach churning sensations play a big part, as do incoherent thought processes, and mental gymnastics.
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” Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.”
I made the mistake of showing a rough draft to a friend.
He informed me that Herman Melville had already done it.
If I could I would draw you a map and guide you to a sandy trail that twists and winds then straightens as it nears the beach.
It is there and you can reach it.
I draw instead a map to places you cannot go.
“I live in the year 2545.”
“ Impossible!” I responded.
“ No really…. I came from the future to discuss your artwork with you.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
“Your sculptures and prints are very popular in my time …in fact I would say your work is venerated.”
The car WAS heavy. What did Uncle Dick use when he built this thing? Underneath those layers of yellow and black paint some of the heaviest wood known to man was fastened together with what must have been 80 to 100 lbs of nails. Somewhere under all that was a metal chassis, that came from a farm tractor or something. Throw all the neat junk on top of that and the car probably weighed over a million pounds.
