ED HADDAWAY REDUX
Metaphysical Tales Without the Metaphysics

ED HADDAWAY REDUX

During a “slow” period in my creative endeavors a friend approached me.
“Ed, while your not doing anything,” she said, “why don’t you blog about stuff. You never know…you might get rich and famous.”

I hate the word “blog” so I promptly filed it under “unsolicited advice from well meaning friends.”
However as the “lull” persisted and my bank account continued to shrink, I thought, “What the hell ? I waste enough time anyway…. maybe I should give it a try. ”
Thus ED HADDAWAY REDUX was born.
Such is the desperation that drives artists to do what they do.

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RECENT POSTS:

Caveat Emptor: Gertrude

Entering her massive cage for the first time Gertrude seemed right at home making a sweet guttural sound. We interpreted this to mean, “I am content with this massive cage”. And as in the early days of a marriage when all is right with the world…. all of us were content…. at least for a while.

Doing Something About It

I met Bill Lowe in the 1980s as he was about to open his gallery in Atlanta.

At that point in my life I had developed a business plan which was to say “yes” to anything and everything that came my way and try not to worry about the outcome.

REJECTIONS DU JOUR

While I do receive a number of rejection letters from time to time, they are all preceded by some effort on my part. Yours is the first unsolicited rejection I have received. And I am delighted that you have apparently decided to put me on your recurring rejection letter list. I feel quite fortunate to be included.

ARTISTS STATEMENT ON “EARLY MORNING WALK”

So as I was approaching the curb with the garbage I saw a young rabbit in his pajamas walking his dog

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO

PUBLIC SELECTS: A CROWD SOURCED EXHIBITION
Saturday, June 27 2-5 p.m.
Albuquerque Museum
2000 Mountain Road, NW

ESOTERIC IDEAS WITH LAWYERS

What is the title of my project?

It is called “El Bosque de los Sueños” which, hopefully, is Spanish for:

“Forest Of Dreams”.

INVITATION TO VISIT MY STUDIO

THE ALBUQUERQUE MUSEUM AND ED HADDAWAY INVITE YOU TO VISIT HIS STUDIO

(AND NEW ART GALLERY) ON SATURDAY MARCH 7, 2015 FROM 10 AM UNTIL 4PM

ED HADDAWAY’S
SHORT ATTENTION SPAN THEATRE

In 1992 I put together my first video dealing with my life in the arts: “The Creative Process: Inner Anguish”. It explored the brutal realities involved in the making of sculpture

IT’S EASY

I am excited because this week I am unveiling a brand new product from
HADDAWAY ENTERPRISES and FEEBLE MANUFACTURING

GREAT LITERATURE IN THE REAL WORLD

I had stopped by late in the day, having taken my wife’s advice that it was a cozy place to escape the early winter’s blast.
So there I was, in a small, art filled cafe in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, warming myself as best I could, and staring thoughtfully at a woman’s breasts as the afternoon light began to fade.

TWO DOGS IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING

THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD

It’s strange. Not only was she the best, but also pretty much every dog (I have gotten to know many in a long lifetime of dogs) has been the best dog in the whole world.
At least for a short while

TALK AT DEDICATION OF MONUMENT

I thought the selection committee would definitely go for some form of historical cow art.

And I don’t know why but I have never really got the hang of sculpting cows.

I resigned myself to the possibility that this commission might never happen. I assumed however, that it would probably put some eminent cow artist on the cultural map.

THE REINVENTION OF BROKEN DREAMS

“The Reinvention of Broken Dreams” holds within its heart the twin polarities of life and death.

For a time, it smells of age and dusty relics. Like forgotten elders it creaks, and crawls, and groans, crying out, beneath the weight of yesterdays. It contains within itself a vestige of all that went before and it yields neither hope nor faith in the future

I think I hear its death rattle coming, a final, ponderous shutter forever and not so far away.

But then the device slogs on and life surges forth, clanking noiselessly away. Even until it is beyond the night, it clanks and invents and reinvents its dreams. Pushing one and pulling another, till broken and not, they are all joined together, one to the other, all one and the same. Twisting them into a confection both bitter and sweet, night and day, awake and in sleep, the machine endures.

FROM THE HOUSE WHERE THE WOULD-BE SHADOW LIVES

2013 painted steel 22′ x 5′ x 5′

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF PIE

THE ARTIST IN POLITE SOCIETY

Early on, I naturally assumed my own social problems lay directly within my character. I attributed my inability to function to some sort of inherited condition in the family ……a genetic abnormality or something.
Would that it were so simple.

While I do not want to negate my personal deficiencies, it is clear that my problems were greatly exacerbated as soon as I began to identify with artists.

And once I crossed the threshold and began calling myself an artist, the maladjustment noose began to tighten precipitously.

THE RIMADYL MURDER PLOT

PART 3

Maggie, the source of the slobber, ate the poison with such a purposeful abandon that it was frightening to behold.

She was either a very brave dog, or she had lost herself in a last gasp of unreasoning hunger.

THE RIMADYL MURDER PLOT

PART 2

In fact, Maggie seized upon one activity or another her whole life in an attempt to overcome her feelings of low self worth.
Nothing had really worked until finally she took up eating and sleeping.
“This is what I was meant to do” Maggie had announced to the world.
“I feel truly alive when I eat, then lay down for a nap.”

THE RIMADYL MURDER PLOT

PART 1

Perhaps it was a bit of all of these unpleasant traits, or it was something else…….something indefinable that caused him to break. But Dudley had had enough.

Though he tried hard not to show his true feelings, and continued to boyishly bite at her tail on their walks in the park, (a practice he had started when they first met), deep in the recesses of his soul, it was contempt that he felt, contempt as wide as the river he could see from the park.

THE BIG RED BALL

This photo was shot at Eddie’s Parking Lot

SPAM I HAVE KNOWN AND LOVED

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.

VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

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 […]

MY HOSPITAL SUMMER

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.

THE RICH MAN WHO COLLECTS ART

“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.”

NOT ENOUGH WRITING GOING ON

My 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

1 Comment
Em
November 8, 2012 @ 9:28 am
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this is unacceptable, you pathetic twinkie-driven maniac

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