Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Classical nudes are easy, rewarding, boring. 

My eyes water from work, from looking too much.  Two journal entries dated October first, two thousand fourteen at one ae em.

Listening to modern classical: Schnittke, Penderecki, Feldman, Takemitsu.

Painted all day.  Lost myself in the abstract.  Nearly finished two new works.  Studio is growing.  Eyes are weary.  Good night.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Today I composed a draft of something I thought was momentarily important.  Perhaps too much wine.  In the end I have learned rhyme.

"I just learned something new. 
To share it in time due,
If the shadow of gloom
North of the market's doom
Early in the fair morn
Rare it is that I have been torn
A lie that is a moment of night
Raging with a kind of light,
Yestermourn, the sun did rise.

Yesternight I was gone
Enter the magician and
Symposium of light

I will fly

With the kites
Into the sky
Like a shadow
Like an echo

For she loves
Lips like doves
Yes he is on"
here is a text I learned from Joyce and in it I discovered the word 'acrostic'.  At first elusive but then quite clear I wrote it down and looked it up and learned a word that would change the light on the meaning of poetry.

acrostic ἀκροστιχίς the greek alpha beta can be fun
A poem or other text in which certain letters often the first in each line spell out a name or message

“What anagrams had he made on his name in youth?
Leopold Bloom
Old Ollebo, M.P.”

Poets oft have sung in rhyme
Of music sweet their praise divine.
et them hymn it nine times nine.
earer far than song or wine,
ou are mine. The world is mine.

and what does this mean?

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

To be a "free-thinker" in a world that does not think presents a few problems.  First of all, the world is not thinking; it is taking and taking thoughts of that so as to turn it into money.  The harsh reality of economy is a no-brainer.  To be a genuine thinker does not, by any means, sell on the first night.  So after the 'sail' of the first "cheap-looking" painting is made, one does not want to think that one must think once one has begun personal and private ownership of such and such a piece.   Has one begun to think?

A question must be asked.  The average security guard next to the 'wonderful painting you have been observing' is taking orders, not giving them.  So to ask him a thinking question will only confuse and frustrate him and perhaps after he beats you, will cause you to think.  So in the end, the oppressed, those that think, will turn into sheep once their flock is directed in such and such a direction.

Immediate success of such and such an art piece is not decided by the public but by the people deciding whether they should sell and promote the "thing" or not.  What if it has no value and they promote it anyway?  Perhaps it has no value.  But if it can be sold and even then make millions, it must have some value, right?

The dollar sign or the universal money sign is the god of every art dealer.  That is my art statement.

Monday, March 25, 2013

I am the silence of the night of the dream.  My songs mourn for you, child.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Cutting my way to abstraction.

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The third in a series of Light Drawings.  These are finished in the past two months.

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Monday, October 15, 2012

Drawing room in 2010
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