i would normally look over a photo of this genrè because, even thought there is a slight interest in the costumes there is the alarmingly noticeable, vacuous absence, of a back drop. Pirate of Penzance; to be a L. Laughn production dates 1911. Unfortunately the names in copperplate handwriting are too faded to decipher. Hopefully the players look more natural w/ stage makeup on + in the moment. 

There is a certain air to the young man, third standing, that took care in his sans-wing line good looks + that gentleman front + center looks alarming casual even w/ his gun pointed up at his left ear.

Of course there is the annoyance of this photo being sideways in the frame ... trying, i could not correct it. 

Do you mind?

His mother swore he would never enter a draft of any kind.

Hinesfortothen, he never caught a chill, was not used as an editor, nor shot by a speeding bullet.

Butyetasnow, he had managed to end up here.

-Some of My Best Friends

plate #27

Much too phobic to have a serene view of death.

in patient / out patience
impatience / out of patience

At some point certain things seem to be important but not interesting.

Identify the myth and eat the shadow.

Minotaur : There is a Shadow of a Monster on the Front Porch

Lunch with Minotaur - repeated here

plate #8

In the past, not having the emotional equipment
to deflect it / it ran through me.
The painted faces accuse and mock but no longer damage. In this particular illusion, the labyrinth turned ware house is set for a late night critique. Painted faces all around and torches everywhere. A nudging voice asks if I brought a sack lunch.
I got that it would be a very long trial.

There is no satisfaction. Only a glorious dissatisfaction. There is no final touch that makes a work perfect. It will always remain perfectly and clearly unfinished. It is that absolute motivation that keeps one moving on.

Ok, so why hasn't anyone TOLD me this was such a sad song?

And kind of mean, too.

Chloe wanted to learn the rest of the song + so,
looked it up to copy it down.

i'm realizing that i haven't been posting much work.
i do put out a good amount of work, but have not been throwing it up on the screen.
i reckon its been a bit real-life lately. i'll correct this oversight.

Soon.

What i learned at the opera today:

Navy and Black are rarely on speaking terms.

Adults do the potty dance, too.

When a sword doesn’t work, try an orange.

When you flood + dry the rake of the stage w/ soda for tack it does-to make that fucing popping noise when you walk on it.

i’ve had Donovan’s voice in my head on + off the last few days.
Mellow Yellow is such a sticky tune.

The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick.  -Frank

Follow the yellow brick road. But don’t run into that back drop!

Blue is the male principle, stern + spiritual. 

Yellow the female principle, gentle, cheerful + sensual. 

Red is matter, brutal + heavy and always the colour which must be fought + vanquished by the other two. 

-Franz Marc (don't you just love this guy?)

... and though she’s not really ill,
there’s a little yellow pill...   -Kieth + Mickey

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a
yellow spot into the sun.   -Pablo Picasso (talking about himself again.)

Amber Aureolin Papaya whip Buff Chartreuse Citrine Cream Goldenrod Ecru Olive Flavescent Flax Fulvous Gamboge Golden poppy Golden Green-yellow Stil de grain Beige Hansa yellow Icterine Blond Vegas gold Isabelline Arylide Chrome yellow Jonquil Khaki Lemon Chiffon Lime Maize Metallic gold Mikado Mustard Naples Navajo Old Gold Apricot Peach-yellow Pear Saffron School bus yellow Sunglow Tangerine Urobilin .. want more?

So, this will be the a self indulgent page on a project (circa '04?) mentioned in the before post. Just for fun. Lonnie gave me the OK in the comments. So, to forge ahead. i will write under if there were words to go along w/ the painting. You know, as designers, one wants to be as darn clear as possible.

This project was for a 95th anniversary encompassing: 95 painting in 95 hours executed as a live window display at the Texas flagship Neiman Marcus. There were 95 prepped canvas' along with to-size matching fancy frames, sporting white-out. These empty white frames installed on the white wallsin the shoe gallery were a beautiful installation - even before the paintings were added. Below notice a photo where you can see the hours and painting being 'ticked off' as time went by. We were armed with gallons of paint, brushes from a flogger to a one-hair, + stack of favored scrap for the killing + to the liking. We hoped to please every taste. i particularly like the image of me fake working. Throw in spontaneity + ability to dance around each other + a bit of loud music + you have a successful event where all 95 paintings found good homes + the money raised in the auction going to a children's charity. 

The charm of it all was to make it look as though lots of different artist had done the job. Some more finished than others. The copy-cat Klimt was one of my favorites. Reimagined here as an art director makes notes to Gustav K. asking for changes on a WIP.

It was, as Lonnie said in the comment, damn honest work. 

       

 

    

Well, as these things go i was looking for one of my favorite signs placed early one morning on the dirt road into the Renaissance Fair (Black Point Forest/Novato). Something about the ...to the end of the earth being closed because of dust-off ... when i came across this rat thingy that was taken when we worked in Hong Kong...

Ok, so i continued looking + found a handful of WIP images of paintings, some looking finished, from the
95 painting in 95 hours series that was done for the 95th anniversary of major (meaning expensive) department store. i must say the stack was pretty amusing, even now, + i do remember the audience outside the window liking the ongoing live display work.

But before i start scanning + send this into the ether ... i reckon i need to ask Lonnie if it’s okay to show this, after all this time.

i don’t know why not.
Lonnie? Are you there?

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that i am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what i have forgotten.

The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping
on a tomato is an idiot.

Leave everything.
Leave Dada ....
Leave your hopes and fears.
Leave your children in the woods.
Leave the substance for the shadow.
Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future.
Set off on the roads.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the
appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
-André Breton (at different moments)

Again + again — art, then, is an elaborate dance around something you can’t make.

A welcome to those of you over from BOOKWORK... i'm not posting there any more, i've come to realize it's as though i was putting guest into two different rooms.

Somehow feeling the need to vindicate myself, in the moment, + say that i can draw sweet also.

i naturally go toward the asymmetrical in design work.

Actually having to slow down to think or rethink into symmetrical; to work something in that way. As some folks naturally see the symmetrical, + then work through that onto the asymmetric side of things.
Do you get what i mean?

I once thought that you would rob the truly appreciative minds by laying down for the last time.
Rubbing your fingers to your temple instead of the large hand you would faint in.  -kb

Life + death fit so very close together + the hand of god looks more like a fist.