Fragmentations Speculations and chasing the ghost

FRAgments and speculations: Selections from January -May 2012


To draw without willed negotiation or the linear preservation concerning navigation
        To get lost on lost roads
Till the lost crossroads is
Discovered in rediscovery
        Archaeological Athletics  

One must wield sharp teeth, to make ghosts bleed both benign benevolent malignant malevolence.

The artist’s physical body as well as the  aura/ghost/soul of the artist act as a biological/spiritual alchemical process concerning the gift.  The gift is an obligation.  You will be destroyed either way.  Accepting the gift will give one a more honorable death as well as a richer living experience.

                                              A work of art follows a sphere of expression.

On Landscape Painting

My work concerns opening a field. This is the kinetic action of opening mystery. The mysterious flows through the creation act of opening fields. Certain fixed shapes are manifested/maneuvered first. A horizon is staked. You experience the Earth and sky. Empty spaces are saturated by a dominant unifying shade---usually a shade of white (eggshell/gray/). Fixed elements are kinetically affected by the deluge of commonality.

Ground colors Earth colors brown shit brown black earth dirt -- wheeling spectrum of greens. The sun and moon are the same. The simultaneous---

Various conjectures---Movements. Occurrences. Upheavals. Upheavals breathing in out winds/Heaving spirits---

The landscape is Epic. The cacophonous movement revealing what is there and not there.

The viewer is the pilgrim who wanders in. The sky is vastly large. Fastidious vastness relentless continuity--blessing and suffering.

Birds manifest. Birds may become the act of warfare.

Everything is between forms. Shifting. Shattering. Splotching. Scratching. Blurring. Vibrating in the violence of colors. The land is epic and is screaming an epic silence. The moon becomes a shroud. A face peers out.

Revelations. A story unfolds and folds in. Everything is absolutely between forms.

Morbid....morose....exercises in despondency. Often certain recurring motifs start occuring in my drawings and paintings. Specifically the drawings. These images for the first two months became a grotesque reminder of despairing. One day this sub paradigm shifted when I was illuminated these were all cathartic exercises in exorcisms.

A series of skull depictions A.K.A. the death's head and the death mask--- symbolic non linear exploration of various death experiences at the conjuctures//crossroads of blending melding cacophonious (serene) realities. Yes some of these are comical, mostly in facial expressions. Straightforwardly this series is an exercise in anatomical form and the possibilities of the expressionistic.

These series explores the true physical deaths of friends over the years as well as symbolic/metaphorical and metaphysical deaths experienced in the banal day to day accumulative disorders and disalignments of daily life.

The recurring skull image through each piece transcends the dull blackness of my own life wretching/retching towards archetype ambiguities.

The skulls also have dialogue with burial ground artwork. Many an old graveyard will have death heads on tombstones especially if the grave predates the civil war.


http://www.flickr.com/photos/76726848@N03/sets/72157629348633998/

The photos are not of the best quality and angle yet. I promise to repost this and much more visual works in the coming weeks.

If interested these works can be acquired.

another record in the sleeve---Cock-A-doodLe-doo is suggestive of a tombstone. Musically and a way of life. A very ugly way of living life. The band on this album, notably Shitty Bedford and Cameron Stuart A.K.A. Tha Lemon Kid, are gone. A time in the timelessness that is withdrawn into the pony bones shifting mythos parameters. 13 cassette tapes comprised the sessions. Recorded on Bedford's 8 track analogue. THe machine died at the 13th tape. A perplexing 14th tape i will someday confront was recorded through Robby Kee's magic boom box...those songs featured a cataclysmic mess........most notably inappropriate xylophones............

Here's yet another front cover and two different backs of the packaging. Lordy Lordy very tedious. I'm on number 90 out of three hundred at this point. If interested in a record please feel free to contact me...

two examples of the cock-A -doodLe --doo album cover----All 300 copies have variations All are made unique. The process is time consuming yet each are special. The one above contains an acorn...This is the first pony bones on hard 12 inch vinyl.....