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Schilb Industrial Arts has written 154 posts for romancing the bone

…the simple beauty of grapes and sunshine…

I’ve resumed my habit, again, of wandering around the neighborhood, walking around for spells at a time.  It’s an important mission, always, of hunting fruits and taking in sights without any sort of time or purpose associated with it. In fact, it is the most important endeavor of all. Being completely untethered to a clock, … Continue reading

…rejection…

   I had a strange sort of revelation today and it pretty much started out of nowhere.  Most good things in life come about that way, I’m certain, which is why I’m a huge advocate of wandering around aimlessly for as many hours in a day as possible.  Seriously  – I beg you to tell … Continue reading

…the thin white duke…

A drawing I did over beer this afternoon and thinking of the chameleon life David Bowie managed to live. It was a beautiful, strange and unique one, probably the most genuine I know of. We should all live such beautifully strange iterations, I think. We shouldn’t stop to explain ourselves or our motivations. We should … Continue reading

…Heisenberg, Gödel, Derrida…

Actually it was none of the above who set me on this course. They all appeared later, or to be completely honest in case of Jacques Derrida, earlier. When his impact hit me it meant nothing and stills does little to change my day to day routine. I understand and appreciate him better maybe, though. … Continue reading

…chicken skin…

 I’m fixated a little bit on philosophy tonight – for no particular reason other than my mind wanders there from time to time.   I’d like to say I know exactly where this all started, though that would never be completely accurate.   All of these thoughts have been lurking around in a sort … Continue reading

…caricatures and umami…

 Years ago, I was caught up with playing around on the computer with a photoshop program where I began finger painting.  One of the things I found myself defaulting to was drawing caricatures of people like Mario Batali, Anthony Bourdain, family members… I have, in recalling some of these things, discovered that most of … Continue reading

…die schönheit an der wand…

 …ja das ist ein haufenmist…. It is easy on days such as this to see it all that way – a giant shit pile.  That’s pretty much been my entire life that I can grasp so far.  It’s been a day of true cleaning, sorting out layers upon layers of shit that has accumulated … Continue reading

…refrigerator art…

 Rarely, have I ever talked about my day job on this blog.  Probably only for one reason; I come here to escape from it.  I cook to escape from it.  I don’t eat, sleep nor dream of doing architecture.  I never have.  The only times it occupies my thoughts, at night with my head … Continue reading

…love, from a different perspective…

Someone once said (and I am paraphrasing), that writing a book is like taking a long distance trip at night. Your headlights only shine so far – a very scant distance – and yet you go, without really knowing all that lies ahead. You can see only a little bit in front of you. Really, … Continue reading

…Michael Jackson Makes Small Boys Nervous… or at least, things I’ve learned from a sommelier…

I’ve always reveled in how amazing and odd my life has been. Not much has been the least bit conventional. For that, I am grateful. I sincerely hope it remains on that course. The few moments it has been, I’ve found myself always immediately bored and feeling utterly purposeless. I relish my life, my tomorrows, … Continue reading