...mexico?
i don't want to get in the habit of posting things like this. But the whole world needs to see this clip from The Daily Show. And it's about propaganda, so it fits right in...
4.21.2006
Iran, U ran, we all ran for
birds
oil on wood panel. diptych. @3x4'
in my recent return to paint, i decided to work on this older painting i had started years ago. the story goes that i put the first layer down and decided, no... i want to do this big. So i did a triptych that was 6x12'. It took me a hell of a long time and i ended up with hundreds of birds.
remembering scientific specimen trays of dead birds i had seen in a museum in South Africa, i was thinking about mortality in the face of all of the corruption and greed that was pouring into the news. Heirarchies and classification, signifigance and insignifigance, and more obviously nature and culture. lots of "male" issues in there for me, though i know every artist and their mother has worked with dead birds at one point or another.
the form stays with me, as seen in other posts here... boats and the like. (i'm sure it's just my vaginal fallus over and over... but ah well, we make what we make sometimes.)
diary paintings 1&2
trying to get used to this being my online sketchbook. So i thought i would post these even though they are not really "done" and because they will most likely change. they are "diary paintings"... kinda more for letting some things out and to get the brush moving a bit. they have already taken on several other lives in layers beneath these, and may continue to do so.
I've been away from painting for awhile and am sketching and starting work again. It's taken a bit to jump back in... more like sticking a toe in, and then a foot... my own silly blocks and fears popping up along the way. But i am getting more loose with it daily. Thinking/feeling what and how i want to paint. more on that later...
4.18.2006
Everything in history is present.
i can remember daydreaming in South Africa about the dutch coming to the shore for the first time. It may have looked like a few ships coming in from over the horizon, but really they were towing behind them a blanket of history. A membrane, another layer added or subtracted. Same for the americas...
I imagined this huge wall behind these boats, like tidal waves look in the movies. All the molecules of history in the air, changing their polarity with one sweep.
I remember the same feeling when the world trade towers were detonated. Watching them fall, i could see a new horizon descend on the landscape at the same speed (10 seconds). Like those old time plays where the set manager would drop a new curtain and the background would change instantly, only now in 4 dimensions. I could feel it tear down my body from my head to my feet.
colonialism is the opposite of absorption, yet it can absorb everything.
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