The move to KC, Granny's house, neighborhood I grew up in decades ago, in my grandmother's house whaere we had CMas dinners etc. snakes inside, rat skeleton, Spiders and other Clearing the jungle some but leaving a lot because I liked it, The transition to Ewing. Movies at Granny's. Beer ads and 1 fr per sec. Bruce. Westport

California fell below the horizon behind me as Interstate 80 East stretched ahead. One hellovan era fell with it. One decade of being a Californian packed and gone. I headed for the middle of the midwest. I'd started in Kansas City in 1948, left in 1961, been round and about for 20 years, and now, and now 1980, I was going back. My grandmother had to move into a nursing home and that left her house vacant, her house that had been a large part of my first twelve years of life, two doors down from my childhood home. My folks said I should move in and I agreed since I'd been mouching off my brothers for a year. Hers was a very unique house built on a barn's foundation by my dad back around the time I was being born. Kind of cool moving back to the same stretch of street where I spent my barefoot childhood days. Bang, Bang you're dead. Ally ally in free, one potato two potato three potato four, eni mini minie mo. Hide and seek, truth or dare. All that stuff echoed across the lawns in my old neighborhood.

My Granny's property had secumed to the Kansas City landscape's natural ways. The ivy of the jungle literaly grew in through the windows. In places locust trees had grown in so thick it was like walking at the base of a twenty foot deep lawn. So, it was safe to say the the property was wooded. No exageration, there was a poison ivy vine with a four inch base, obviously in a mutual relationship with an oak tree for years if not decades. That ivy had leaves draping off of it that were certainly ten inches across. Out of utter respect I let that poison ivy be where it was, but I cleared a bunch of underbrush away from the house. I left a wall of woods on three sides and just a sunny little opening on the street side. Seclusion in the midst of Kansas City Suburb. Let's say I cleared enough to be safe and respectible yet I still managed a semi manicured wilderness between me and my neighbors.

Being built into a hill the house had three stories the bottom opening out on the downhill part of the yard.

The upstairs main bedroom, the biggest of four, became my studio. Took out the antique bed and dressers. lalala

I kept up the ink drawing that I'd been doing for a company not too many months before. Doodles. For no good reason except the experience of working a piece. I believe it was these ink drawings that began a really creative era there in my Granny's house.

So it wasn't long before my paints came out. In my Granny's house studio is where I first started laying a canvas flat and working wet or to be more accurate, oily. This manifested in several ways. One was to brush on a layer of color and while it was still wet I flicked some ratio of lindseed oil and turpentine onto it and let the spread happen as scientific principle dictated, making interesting and spontanious patterns. The other was to build up a blob of paint and oil and then putting a straw up close and puffing a burst of air that spread the paint into a flowerelike pattern. Variations were determined by how I built the blob and how I puffed. The patterns formed by these loose techniques were then "Painted in".
In the mid 80's something facinating happened. I got my first computer. I feel blessed that my first was a Mac because people seem to stay with the platform they started with and I love Mac platform. Even though I know through my jobs the virtues of PC Windows, Macs seem clearer and more solid.

So how cool were these machines?

My first use of computers was for the writing I was in to. At the time I was writing on a typewriter and would cut and paste the paper in my editing process. Fairly cool process. But comes word processors. I said that the advantage of word processing over typing and cut and paste was the same as the advantage of cut and paste over writing in long hand.

I witnessed a cool process as computer came into my life. Prior to having a computer I typed on a typewriter. The new machine A mac plus, I received a whole new set of buttons a whole new process to me. As I learned to use the computer I got a good look at my learning process. Things I had to struggle to remember became like second nature.

Equally fascinating, the computer came with photoshop and I had another tool to doodle with.

The first computer was a Mac Plus, a hand me down from my older brother. I'm not sure now but I think it was only in black and white. So, I did some doodling with the new tool.

When I was a little kid I remember running behind my Mama and screaming with fear at the sight of a clown coming our way at the circus in Kansas City. Go figure, they look freaky on purpose. To unknowing little kids a clown might as well be a werewolf. More than once in my clown career I've made some kid cry with my jolly smile.

must have happened twoce sicne the one with Kehl I have only one black mark under my eye and the outhers I have two.

everyone lese all dolled up with their families or solo or babies, stood in a line with tehese people and getting a good bit of attention

Parades, the police circus, the elephant parade, skit invention, parade empty poop bu cket skit. balloons

standing at mirror making faces and gestures became Auguste,

The first Yes was what they call in the clown world, a white face. Whiteface clowns were the top of the a clown hierarchy. There were Auguste and Tramp clowns lower down in the pecking order. Some nice lady that I worked with made my outfit. This flaming fellow below is that first Yes the Clown. Nice professional photos, you may have noticed. I walked into a JC Pennys to take advantage of their free portrait come on.
Here below is the club I hobnobbed with. The Ray-de-ence Dilly Dally Clown Alley. In Raytown, Missouri. A group of young and old folks that felt they contained a clown and thought they would let it out. Great people, those wanting to be a clown. There, that's me on the left.
One of the clowns had a farm and so we used his hay wagon to be our float for the many parades we were a part of. Of course the wagon was decorated in clown motif and my contribution was the hubcaps or wheel covers one of which was this fellow to the left, about 16 inches in diameter

Clowning takes a lot of time and energy so I wasn't able to be a full time clown. Some people try and can make some good money doing gigs at parties. One would have to either buy or invent the props, all colorful and exagerated and practice using them, and the monolog. It's a lot of work being a clown. so I had my other main interests not to mention the ever present need to earn my regular pay so clownmanship was a side endeavor and secondary to my Real arts.

I did get to work a couple of circuses. In Kansas Citu the Police Circus used local clowns I have been blessed twice to be on the arena floor with an audience towering to the ceiling all around and acting out our skits, designed for the audience's distance, certainly different than a birthday party in a living room. Our movements and gestures had to be exagerated. Oh, juggling a bowling ball and a black balloon. Throw the bowling ball and it falls with all its weight, thud, and then the balloon treated like a heavy ball is thrown but instead zips straight up and all the resulting gargantuan reactions of the big red nosed juggler. He just can't believe the phenonmmonon. Oh yeah.

A clown claim to fame, yes, I'm prancing along waving in the pre circus parade around the areana. Cheers and waving penants, spotlights swinging around, Hi Mr. Clown, Knees pulled up high and a kicking out and forward the huge red shoe with each step, pulling my face up to the brightest clown shine I can muster because of that distance of the audience thing, waiving exagerated and as if I really see people I know out there, waving with both hands, bursting into skipping like a dance of exubarant joy, and I am really on, I am, at that moment Yes the Clown, not acting like Yes the Clown, but am Yes the Clown. And the people are reacting, laughing and pointing.... In an instant I noticed an intensifying of squeeling of what I interprested as glee but crecendoing into fear and warning.

And I, Yes the Clown, am so giddy in the moment that a few instants' worth of time pass before I realize there is alarm on people's faces and they're pointing behind me, screaming...what? I turn around, keeping the movement exagerated, this is after all a parade, but what do I see, coming up just behind me, moving faster that me, looking oh so large to me, an elephant and it became immediately apparent that it was a line of elephants, but I could see that the lead elephant didnt seem too concerned that I was there in I saw as I held my ass in a hotseat gesture and skidattled out of the path of, well it's just like a big organic train, i notice the guy with the hook the leader of the line was about three elephants back tending to something. Anyway it was my biggest laugh ever. People love slapstick.

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