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It’s Like 2006 All Over Again

Posted on May 23, 2007 by Varg

The Times-Picayune has an article up on Nola.com right now about this year’s coming hurricane season and it does sound like deja vu from last year: Active hurricane season forecast Last year, while folks were filtering back into the city and levees and flood walls weren’t tip top, articles like this were circulating: NOAA PREDICTS…

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Guns Don’t Kill People…

Posted on May 17, 2007 by Varg

… but they sure are easy to trace. WWL is reporting that the recently-arrested owners of Elliot’s Gun Shop sold firearms that were used in 125 murders and 500 drug-related crimes around the region. More charges are supposedly pending. What I would like to see is the accused be charged with 125 counts of being…

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And Here’s Where Two Waiters Beat The Crap Out Of Each Other…

Posted on April 27, 2007 by Varg

I am actually surprised stuff like this doesn’t happen more often. I did some time working the hospitality industry in hotels on Canal and saw this type of shit “almost” happen all the time. Particularly at the banquets. I know on some nights I could have been involved in or witnessed a beatdown. Things get…

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Where Ye Got Dem Booots?

Posted on April 21, 2007 by Varg

Who knew this weekend was Pyratecon weekend in New Orleans? I searched the Web for some information on these guys and the worst thing I found was this terrible SNL sketch…

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Yes, That’s How I Remember It …

Posted on April 3, 2007 by Varg

Oh yes, I remember the half blue roof. I shakily went up there the day after we returned and screwed it in using a Craftsman drill and some 1x1s. Wasn’t gonna wait on Fema. No way. This shot must have been taken on a Sunday. There’s people at both churches. I was probably hungover. I’m…

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Wait For It…The Race Card!

Posted on March 30, 2007 by Varg

After reading Jarvis DeBerry’s recent editorial I have to say I agree with him on most points. Then he pulls out the race card out at slaps it on the table. I think it’s been forced into the ground that Ralph Lupin made a mistake and should feel embarrassed by his own actions. I myself…

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Rats, Racism and 12 Answers.

Posted on March 29, 2007 by Varg

(begin Garland Robinette voice) Ok, I’m just a layman here who doesn’t understand anything about garbage contracts and political cronyism and what not so…(end Garland Robinette voice) So it seems according to the comments posts here and at Adrastos along with today’s post at Moldy City that the more important issues to be concerned with…

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Six Questions For Quarter Residents

Posted on March 26, 2007 by Varg

After reading this article, I have six questions for French Quarter residents: 1.) How does a plastic garbage bin take away from the historic charm of the district but plastic Glad bags out on the street don’t? 2.) How does one solar-powered parking parking meter every block take away from the charm when a metal…

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We’re All Saved!

Posted on March 16, 2007 by Varg

Riley, Jordan unveil new agency policies Not going to speculate why this wasn’t being done in the first place. I will say that rhetoric and talk, talk, talk is seeming to materialize into something tangible. Finally a fucking plan. Whether it’s a failure or not remains to be seen. I don’t think anyone is going…

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Boots-On-The-Ground

Posted on February 15, 2007 by Varg

Nola.com says that alleged worst-mother-in-the-world Vanessa L. Johnson will be facing federal charges for giving her 17 year-old son, Clarence Johnson a gun with instructions to kill Robert Dawson, also 17. So we asked for it, and we got it. The feds are here. The Johnson case certainly makes a case that the state, even…

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3 Noble Truths

Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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