8″ x 12″
Did this one a few years ago, on a trip with my father to Costa Rica. I had strep throat but it was still really fun. This is a fountain.
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I was asked to make images for a retranslation of Rilke’s cycle of poems about the life of the Virgin Mary. Having gotten to know the text pretty well, I have settled on brown ink and gold leaf as the medium. Turns out, gold leaf is a prissy and uncooperative as it is radiant and fantastic.
Nonetheless, it feels right, like the materials themselves resonate with (illustrate) the text, independent of the imagery. So here’s the first of several (perhaps many) semi-successful images documenting my self-education in the art if translating German into ink and gold. That’s a cow in the bottom right. Cherubs at the top. I’d like to post the accompanying text, but awaiting publication. Besides, if the images are any good, they’ll be fine on their own, that’s a helpful guage maybe. Apologies for the fuzziness of the photo.
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12″ x 16″
Another dusty little gem from on top of the closet. The surface and colors and subject, it looks like something painted in the 1940’s by somebody’s eccentric aunt who wore kimonos, drank heavily and might have been a lesbian and sometimes painted pictures. But strangely, it was painted by me just last year. Oh, and don’t miss the little ghost in the upper right where Manet’s nurse usually hangs out.
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Ha, I found this on top of my closet from when I was doing the “Edelweiss” paintings a couple of years ago, using photographs from the family albums as subject. This is one that I abandoned after much (obvious) struggle. Now I find it endearing and, perhaps even finished. Thought I’d post it on Work-a-day before stashing back above the closet.
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Charlotte Salomon, the German-Jewish painter, died at twenty-six at Auschwitz, but not before making 1500 gouaches that are riddled with text. The Opposite Day piece from yesterday is from a photo of her and her friends in grade school. What an interesting character she was.
http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/photos/yh_tt_salomon1_041307.jpg
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Last night I dreamed I checked a bunny out from the library. I put it in my inside coat pocket for the ride home and put the books on the back seat of the car. When I got home, I put the books on the table and hung my coat in the closet. It was four days later when I remembered about the bunny in my coat pocket and by then it was hungry and on death’s door. This drawing is for you, library dream bunny.
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from the 1932 memoirs of my great great Grandfather on fleeing Mississippi with his parents during the Union occupation:
“There on September 6th 1863, my Mother gave birth to a boy-baby, whom she named for his father James C. Brandon. But due to the strain and hardship of that long wagon journey to Shubuta, the baby’s birth was premature and he lived only a few hours. I remember very clearly going with my father in a carriage with the baby in its little coffin on the seat beside us.”
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The title of this one is pretty self-explanatory. Not a brilliant drawing but gives me an excuse to mention his site, bookmark this fellow if you haven’t already: www.christianpeet.com. Recent post about Tony the pagan policeman and attempted exoneration for witch trials.
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text reads: “Thus, for the moment I am satisfied; I work.” – Odilon Redon
Central School Project is where I’m doing a residency in Bisbee, AZ, the tiny border town on the edge of a yawning cashed out copper mine.
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Getting in the holiday spirit. This trailer painting, and the one that I’ll post tomorrow are dedicated to my friend Christian Peet. Every time I’d work on one, he’d call, so I think they are for him.
Photo quality is bad because this is painted with glossy house paint and oil, too much glare, too little patience.
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8″ x 27″
This one painted in response to this S. for B.’s passage by Frankie Rollins:
I said yes and there was argument
I said no and there was argument
I said okay and there was argument
I said do you think and there was argument
Any day can take on the tint of sorrow
There are more misunderstandings
than I ever thought possible.
I still let them break my heart
but you, forewarned,
might not.
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Been working on this one for a few weeks, hopefully will expel the phrase “Please please Pleiades” from my mind, been ricocheting around in there for a while. This is also titled “Half of What They Carried Flew Away”, from Andrea R. Those two lines collided and made this image.
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9″ x 12″
Last night’s Sorrow for Beginners painting. Another passage in the handbook. The chapter on how to __________ in a time of ____________ _____________. Carrying on with the two-day tradition, if you would like to write something for this image, the comments section is a tabula rasa, baby. Make yourself at home there.
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this has a sibling, I’ll try to find it.
comment 1: is that a critter that ghost killed? or is he just carrying it? nice ghosty.
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words and phrases offered by friends on facebook after a call for requests. more to come.
obdurate: unmoved by persuasion, pity, or tender feelings; unyielding, stubbornly resistant to moral influence, persistently impenitent.
galvanized: protected by a metallic coating to prevent corrosion.
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