Crab Claw Search

One of the little ones and i googled Mr. Crab Claw and Crab Claw and found the following video clip. Take a look

http://www.ifilm.com/video/2687023

Enjoy,

Mr. Claw

Crab Claw is OUT!!!!!

There was a plan to try to maintain the order of time but i found a treasure today and i could not help myself. In my locker at school i found a bag that said Florida Educational Technology Conference 1999. When will i learn to trow stuff out? In the bag were several drawings of crab claw, a larger drawing from a Rumi poem and a sketch for Golden Orchids, a painting I made for some friends. Who could resist posting this find.

Meet the Claw

Crab Claw at the old 2 bedroom apartment kitchen 2005?

Crab Claw at Scott and Hollie's for diner and wine 2005?

Crab Claw at L & H's pool party 2005?

Crab Claw with Mike and Carrie having beers by the water 2005?

Crab Claw wake boarding with Mike and Carrie 2005?

Crab Claw testing 2005?

Night Ritual

Around, all around, the dark memories gather.

My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my

naked soul.

It wounds me, and darkly my

essence drips

to the wicked earth that is my prison.

In a strange and terrible glee I beg forgiveness

while nothingness surrounds me.

Now alone, my soul falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is my salvation

Go to deadlounge and make your own gothic poem.

Saturday

Have a great Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is it Saturday or Friday? - i love summer time
the claw

Too tired to post

I took a look at these this morning and the word "prayer" came to mind, maybe "worship" is better, how about "meditations".

The claw said it should be "Wordship".

Dear Diva,

Thanks for mentioning me in your blog.

Enjoy - Mr. Crab Claw

what am i doing?!?!?

Everything has to start somewhere. The beginning seems like the best place but it was so long ago that maybe it is better to focus on one thing. Crab claw as it was originally called seemed like the best part out many years of work not because of the quality, aesthetic substance or social references but because crab claw has a history rich in the experiences that bond people together, plus at times I am crab claw and he is i. Many years passed before crab claw was conceived, so this may take some time, but the story will be told.

The story started at MOMA in NY with a Jackson Pollock. Less that a year later i made a couple of attempts at painting (see the last post) and i still have them so they have some value, maybe just emotional. It took the laughter of an entire six grade class and the lack of control of the Nun in charge to seal the painting deal. Fresh from Puerto Rico into the parochial school and it was all foreign to me; the language, the culture and the people (i do not assimilate well). Add to all this, the constant feeling of “not belonging” that many children get, and you have a potential outcast. It was September 1973 and time for “show and tell” at the American school. With two very special paintings in hand i went to school with the hopes of sharing my discoveries with the class and they found the work hilarious. Where do I run to? How do I hide? Can anyone please take me back to Puerto Rico? The day we left the island I held onto the gate at our home and my parents had to pry my fingers from the bars so we would not miss our plane. Why did they do this to me? Why did we leave home for this?

It took years for me to paint again. Drawing was something I always did but painting did not come back until college. There was a couple of exceptions to the painting hiatus. A car on plywood and a flower and they both belong to Mom for they were gifts to her. They may show on this site soon enough. As for what else happened between six grade and college, well i have to visit my parents and rummage the boxes of stuff to see what they kept. Some of it may lead to some clues as to where crab claw came from but it may be a while before i can do that so we shall go on to college.




A drawing from page 2 of what may be my first college sketchbook(1980? - 1983?). The assignment was "cloth".

A drawing from page 2 of what may be my first college sketchbook (1980? - 1983). The assignment was "cloth".

Enjoy,
Mr. Crab Claw

First Time Out

What i find truthful today maybe nowhere near the reality of what was and if you ask others i am sure they would say my accounts are not accurate and far too romantic to be truthful. With this i start a blog with lofty ideals of what is to come and what i have left behind but always being clear of my memories and my lies. It is 1973 and I am 10 years young.

The summer of 1972 my family visited the USA; New York, Washington DC, Jacksonville and Miami. Summer is such a great time for change. Creativity flows when the structures that dominate our childhood no longer wield their powers over our playfulness. I remember my encounter with Jackson Pollock, i have a hard time separating the painter from the work, to me they are one and the same. It was at the Museum of Modern Art, i think? My childhood was one of plenty but i was the kid that never fit in. Let me correct that - the kid who thought he never fit in. The Pollock painting at the MOMA was an embrace an affirmation. Its warmth filled my body and i understood that it was ok to be anything or anyone. It gave me the strength to continue being myself and i fell in love with painting and Jackson. As with all stories there is more.

It took some time but after the summer of 1972 i made my first painting, January 4, 1973. My parents had some painting supplies in a closet and i tried to make something.




My second painting May 3, 1973. Today i still love to paint flowers, butterflies, suns, moons and water.



Enjoy,
Mr. Crab Claw (The name becomes clearer about 1988 or 1989?)