Out of the darkness rose
a light as soft as the
petals of springs first rose
Delicate and new
untainted by the
thoughts of man…
A gentle breeze took her hand and lift her spirit high
so all could see the beauty
that had grown from
the darkness and land
rejoiced for hope had
come again to a
heart born of
A work in progress
So some ppl would say that the frame makes the painting others would say the painting is the focus the frame just keeps the perspective. Others might even say how an artist signs there work can make or break the piece. Honestly I don’t know and really would rather leave it to the critics. They can chat about random bits of stuff art snobbery and I’ll paint, thank you
But maybe we should check and see if I’m in line with the museum quality norm. Just for giggles…
Seems like that’s in order,?
Oh here’s from this afternoon at the Kemper.
Hanging out with De Kooning at bit.
Miro and I had a little talk about stuff and things.
Then of coarse I had to look at signatures.
But really what do I know I’m just a guy with a brush. Have paint will travel..Maybe I should put that on my business card…? No probably not. Anyhow thanks for letting me play a little tonight. All the walking today kinda has my hips really angry at me right now. So painting will have to wait till late night early morning.
Much love and Saturday kisses.
Be good and stay safe.
Hi, After a day and night drying the base texture for this next piece has settled into something I think I can live with. Though I’m not very happy with first paint thus far. It feels all to familiar to me. But I’m going to let it dry a bit and go pick up some thinning medium which I completely spaced on getting yesterday whilst at the art store. So I guess here goes nothing, first look at my current work and first paint.
To be honest I’m not even sure that it’s going to be a vertices piece at this point I’m actually tending towards a horizontal work currently but we shall see. Sometimes these things take a couple of days to come to light.
Now for a closer view.
It’s funny how these things work sometimes, the overall image I’m not pleased with but within the details of the piece I find it easy to get lost. Anyhow at this point I still scrap the whole thing and start again while I still can. I’m only here for a week so I have to be very mindful of how much and how far I get each day also taking into account drying time and other technical aspects of the work. Not to mention the whole Parkinson’s thing which I have almost no control over.
Well as always, Be brave, be bold and thrive in the life you have. I’ll be checking in later so happy weekend to all.
I’d like to say that amazing things happened and I’ve created the next museum level piece that will revolutionize the modern abstract expressionism movement, if there even is such a thing. Really who knows I there is? But honestly after picking up supplies today and doing a little shopping for myself I spent most of the day watching paint dry…………….
Yep it was that exciting
I jest kind of I had a good day all in all but truly I spent most of the day heckling the consistency of the texture like a kid trying to stay awake long enough to see if Santa clause had come yet. Checking and re checking the paint for dryness.
Here is a really not exciting photo of a big 4′x5′ textured piece of Masonite with linen clothe stretched over it lol.
zzzZZzzz pretty boring.
And some close ups of white…. Again not the most thrilling thing you’ve seen all day. Tomorrow though I promise things will start to change. To the texting has set up very nicely and by the morning it will be even better as it dries more through and through.
Tonight I had dinner in one of the cities must do’s. Spent dinner time at Blueberry Hill on DelMar St. Good beer and good food, the place was really busy so it made for great people watching which for me is a favorite pass time. Well tomorrow is quickly approaching, matter of fact for many of you it’s already here, kind of weird to think your living in my future as I write to you from your past. Pretty odd yes? Really don’t think about it, I’ve tried and it just gives one a headache. Time makes me crazy. Another one of humans creations that manages to backfire upon ourselves more often than not. I’m mean how many times have we all sat around and not replied to an email or returned a txt or phone call.??? Until it was to late… Because of time we have to late. Nothing will wait unchanged forever. So I guess my message tonight would be don’t wait. If you have something to say, to do, do it! Say it!! Reach out connect with people online in RL across the desk however simply do it. Why ? Because there is a to late. There is a time when the weight of the moment is meant to be felt and if you don’t cst that moment will never come again as it was. So take it from a man who counts every minute because I live every minute. I have to I’ve been shown my clock I know clearly one way my story and journey may end. Okay.. Wow that got really heavy lol I guess I ha to make up for showing you guys a blank panel. Any how good morning, goodnight and good afternoon.
Merci Beaucoup. Mon Ami.
As always: Soyez courageux, soyez audacieux et prospérer dans votre vie.
Flying is one I those things that used to scare the hell out of me but then one day I realized that life does what life does no matter you think may or may not happen. So all the what if’s in the world can’t an won’t change anything. So I sit here at 30k looking out the window at the tips of the clouds and simply enjoy it. I think that’s the one thing we are really missing in most of our lives as with race to the next red light. Take time to enjoy the view. If I had one wish come true today it would be for anybody who reads this post to stop for 30 seconds close you eyes and listen to the sound of your soul. Feel the sun, wind,rain what ever it is that makes you feel alive do it for at least 30 seconds. Please…… Right then I just landed in St.Paul for a cool two hour layover. Just enough time for a couple of pints and some lunch before the next leg of my journey.
Well the time has come. I’m shower,packed, checked and dbl checked. My ride to the airport should arrive within the hour and I’ll be off to the airport. My body is filled with electric excitement for this adventure.
Travel and paint is to me the chocolate and peanut butter of the art world. They go perfectly together. Sure the stress of traveling and having Parkinson’s disease always has me a bit worried. What if I start freezing or have a huge bout of fatigue. But the reality is those things can and will happen everywhere. So why limit my life because of a disease. Sure pd keeps me pretty locked up but that’s just the way it goes. I dug out of storage an older piece I thought we should look at so please for my and your entertainment Hells Kitchen
It’s big 38.5″ x 53.5″ unframed. 100% palette knife work.
Grrrrrr, I hate it when WP deletes half a post, anyway I don’t have time to re type everything it time to go to the airport. I cherish you all a great deal.
I’ll touch base from Saint Louis later today.
Much love and light
Well it’s just about that time and I figured you guys have had enough of my overly dramatic writing as of late so I figured I’d lighten things up a bit some good ole fashion adventure.
“Have paint, will travel.” Has always been my motto when it comes to adventuring. As far back as I can remember I’ve taken my journal or complied a collection of napkin art from coffee shops around the world as I’ve made way. Then it was sleeping on the beach to catch the perfect sunrise and set. Or to meet the morning surf before anybody else showed. Sleeping in tents and the back of a buddies vw bug. Amazing times but I’m glad to do it a little more in style these days. With my bags packed and electronics charging. My sketch book and travel easel and paint ready to go the rest of the day is mine.
I already know what I’m going to paint when I get to my destination so no prelim drawings to worry about, it’s all in my head. I’ve seen it from start to finish and with any luck I can convince my hands to reproduce what I’ve already seen and then world will be a brighter place. Well mine and the clients at least
I always like to give myself something to come back home to so I’ll be starting a new piece before I leave and since I leave tomorrow morning super early I doubt I’ll finish it today. I sure hope everybody has been doing well these last few days I apologize I haven’t stopped by much I’ve been working through some stuff in my head and heart. Plus fighting my body
24/7 lately. Well I’ll be sure to check in from time to time and if you want to be apprised in a more real time fashion you can find me on Facebook and twitter.
Much love and light to all.
PS: feature pic is the show in the Salem capital building.
On this darkest day oh hollow man shed this wanten skin….
Bleed no more for these wanten things
That cause pause to a soldiers heart.
Such fragile breath on angels wings
Bared ones heart to scissored strings.
Never more shall I go into the darkness alone.
Never more shall I throw stones
In glass houses
Never more shall I sing of things to the tune of a def ear and blinded eye.
Silent such voided love and fill this cup with pain and paint.
Fill this vessel oh world of wonder for this knight grows long in the hall of unrequited love..
Born of mystery and misery…. Of healing want in one hand and a lovers whip in another..
Fly…fly away with the birds and the bees.
Flowers and trees for these things have no place in this heart of darkness.
These halls are mine.. And mine alone…
Cursed to wander for a thousand , thousand years…
Alone…me and these words…. Me and this paint that grows…
****apparently it’s time for me to write, as with most people who express themselves through the written word I go through phases. Though I’m clearly a painter and not a writer nor do I really care to be. I’m often told my words are touching, to that I give much thanks. Some of my words come from memories of things I’ve felt and some of them come from they way I’m feeling or feel about a certain thing. But alas they are just the words and feelings of a humble painter.
*** please join me in a experience I’d like to share with you. Would you kindly…. When reading these following words put on your most Shakespearean thinking voice. It is an important part of this journey I’d like to share with you. I will do my best to marry some images that I feel may help evoke or convey the unspoken emotional context as well.
Oh melancholy metaphorical metaphor:
On what heart strings does this muse
play a song I’ve never heard
Yet hold captive such a lions heart.
That, fore which has only fed on the
sight of its hearts desire
and heard only the whispered words
from which lips may have spoken.
They do so haunt every thought
as such brutal silence grows.
Stay this tongue now with sweet arrows of disconnect forever
or take me in your soul forevermore.
Quell this maddening hunger with one soft word
oh muse of muses.
Harken to the silent dawn of ink less quill and sleepless night
as I wait your vacuous embrace,
To pull this lion heart from the depths
of wanten remorse and lipless embrace..
Silence…Oh crickets in the night…., so sing with the frog prince no more….
Take away my strength and I’ll sing you a song
Take away my voice and I’ll hold you so long.
Take away my touch and I’ll give you my heart.
Take away my Art and I’ll give you my Soul.
Parkinson’s disease has one goal. To stop me dead in my tracks. To take away my cognitive resources and leave me trapped in a frozen husk of what once was.
There is no cure, it is progressive and unyielding like the sands if time.
I could live in fear of the days to come but then I’d miss the ones that are here now.
I’d miss your smiles and the smell of your perfume.
I’d miss your laughter and how heads turn when you enter the room.
There’s plenty of time for the dyeing later. Not much time to do the living now. So until that other day comes. I shall wake each day and search for your lips and words of love and simply be thankful I’m alive. As I’ve said before, I have Parkinson’s disease, it doesn’t have me. Not today.
Vibro un Sanctum
Oil on canvas
I was once asked to paint how PD made me feel Vibro wa the result of that conversation.
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