Showing posts with label feathers n flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feathers n flowers. Show all posts

August 6, 2008

Tiny Icarus


Diablo Inc. executives were Googling Pinky's name (as well as his alter ego's) and found this tiny sculpture that Pinky made years ago. It showed up on a recent Dallas art tour site. They also found a photo of a Chicago area fan wearing a bootleg Pinky Diablo t-shirt. (The wearer shouldn't worry too much--the marketing execs don't communicate well with the legal dept. here at Diablo Inc.)

July 22, 2008

February 9, 2008

Buddhist Simplicity


Pinky has always been surrounded by simple things. The week after he was born, he was carried home by Granny D in this unpretentious carriage covered in pink carnations and gladioli. Every year since, to honor the birth of modest little Pinky D, Granny D has been pulled through the streets on this humble float to commemorate that oh-so-joyous day of Pinky's birth. (She still has his dried umbilical cord in a jar by her bedside--it looks like a vanilla bean.)

December 23, 2007

Prayer Could Have Saved Her

Pinky's Little Chair is Empty (Because Pinky is in Italy)


Unless Pinky gets bored in Italy, there may not be new postings until he returns in a few weeks. (He is on a secret papal mission having something to do with dying birds.)

November 23, 2007

Look on the Left

Here is a shot inside of Granny D's cabinet. Pinky made the feathered object on the left over 35 years ago. He gathered cedar wax wing feathers and stuck them into wet clay then pressed some of Granny D's jewelry around the edges to create a lovely pattern. Since this objet d'art couldn't be fired, Pinky coated it in several layers of clear fingernail polish. If Granny D kept this all these years, imagine what else she has saved.

September 24, 2007

New Sculpture at the Diablo Inc. Outreach Center

This wonderful sculpture commemorates the day Miss Love saved two chickens from her own dogs.

July 29, 2007

No Plain Walls: The Story of the Diablo Women (Part 1 in a Series)

Pinky’s great-aunt was named after her parents' favorite president, Grover Cleavland. Aunt Cleavie was a firecracker. When she was 19, she came in from the garden with a hummingbird attached to her hand. She had reached out to touch it, and it flew at her with such rage that its bill pierced her palm. The wound never healed. Pinky visited her once when she was 98. She made peanut butter cookies and bled on every delicious one of them!

July 23, 2007

Pinky's Sad Lonely Dorm Room

He never fed the fish.

If You Don't Know About Isabella Blow, You Owe It to Yourself to Google Her

"I'm having space made in my coffin for a pheasant hat," the fashion guru once said. "I love the idea of the feathers dying with me slowly."