Green chair/red chair

This is the first of two paintings, for a friend's cottage.  They're from photographs I took years ago.  His dad made the chairs.  I've spent three days painting this one, and have only done a small area.  I think it's going to take a while...


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This is the original photograph.


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Slowly working on the leaves in the background.  I haven't decided if I'm going to add any text to this or not.  I need to find a verse I like to go with them, or write one, if I can't find one that exists already.  This is layer one of at least three.


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I managed to get a bit more done.  I would like to attach a bit of text to it, but I haven't found the right verse yet.


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Managed to get layer one on the entire chair.  So far, so good.


Photons and pixels

Photographs, just for themselves.


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Hydrangea in the snow.  Soft focus. 


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Ice Y photo.  I took this photograph of frozen lake ice near the art gallery, in Peterborough. 

I had a print made to hang in the bathroom.


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Curled shell on a black volcanic sand beach, in New Zealand.


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Shell, Sayona Island, Dominican Republic.


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Cactus flower, Dominican Republic.


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Leaf, Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.


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Peeling paint, Fenlon Falls.


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Door on a chimney, Oshawa.


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Door, in Paris, Ont.


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Chris and Dot.


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Peony, Oshawa.


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Reflection on the wall.


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Sepia Lily, Paris, Ont.


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'Blur', car wash photo.


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A photo from the '70's.


In the beginning...

This is an older work.  I've experimented with different formats for putting poetry and images together to make one work of art that serves both forms.  If the poem is short, then I can get it onto a canvas without it becoming too large.  So far, the largest works have been 36 x 36 inches.  If the poem is longer then it becomes difficult to get the whole thing on a canvas, with images to go with it.  I started by doing collages in the computer, then cutting them out and gluing them to the canvas, and painting the background.  They're interesting close up, but I don't feel they work as well from a distance.  My next solution was to pick one verse, and enlarge one word or phrase in the verse.  This produces a better image from a distance, but then you're not getting the whole poem.  My next solution was to write a book, and have the paintings beside the entire poem.  I'm still working on that.  It's like juggling chainsaws.

  About the writing:  I started out by writing verses, and counting the number of syllables. 

It took me 190 poems to figure out why this worked sometimes, and didn't work other times.

The basic idea is that you're singing, even when you're speaking.  Every syllable is a note.  You can play the words, syllable by syllable on a piano, or other instrument.  Unfortunately, I'm not very musical.  I want to write one verse as musical notation.  I'd like to make a one-verse video, where you can read the verse, hear the music, and see the music written as a score.  This could take some time to research, but as they say, Google is your friend.


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This painting/collage is called 'anchor'.  It's about my mother, Trudy Small, who was a great artist.  There are only 8 verses.


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'She moves like the world leans hard to the right',

the first line is about the day we were out for a walk, and she started leaning to the right. 

I didn't realize she was having a stroke.  It took several hours before I finally figured it out.


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The heart-shaped stone came from a beach in New Zealand, also called 'the land of the long white cloud'.  The photo is of her as a bridesmaid at her friend Frankie's wedding.


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The central heart is an air-dried sculpture I made, and painted, then photographed.  The bones are real chicken bones, photographed.


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'She slept with her head at the foot of the bed',

She was weak on her left side, and couldn't get in and out of the bed in the bedroom.  There wasn't room to turn the bed around, and it was too hard to walk around the bed, so my dad put the pillow at the foot of the bed, and she slept upside down on the bed for the next four years. 


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This is the verse that goes with the central image of the skeleton dancing in high heels. 


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She lost years worth of memories when she had her stroke.  This verse is about that.


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This is a photograph of an anatomical skeleton from the dollar store.  The verse is about the idea that there is an afterlife, which I actually don't believe in.  It's wishful thinking.  Voodoo.  But all things are possible in art.


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This is a close-up of the skeleton.  It's going to be the cover of my book 'dancing down entropy street'.  I started off with a red background, and painted the vines in reverse in black, on top of the red.  It's harder to do, so more fun for me.  The nightgown was an old curtain, which I sponged painted through, on top of the painted skeleton. 


This is a verse for a poem called 'the unspoken language'.  It's a small collage.

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This is a small collage, with one verse, and attachments added to the bottom of the canvas.

They're beads, a chicken bone, a styrofoam moon with textured medium and pearls, and found objects.


I wake in a room, where time has no meaning,

confused by the look on your face,

you look at me like

you've never seen beauty,

shiver in the devil's embrace.


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Close-up of the collage.  I printed the images, then tore them out, then painted the background and edges, then collaged them onto the black canvas.


'seaglass'

This was another solution.  One verse per canvas, and the whole poem painted.  I need better photos of this.  They're only 8 x 10", so they were faster to do, but hanging them was a problem.  It was hard to get them to hang perfectly level with each other.  Also, they took up a lot of wall space.

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This was version two of 'seaglass'.  All the verses on one canvas.  There are beads attached to the canvas on top of the collaged verses.


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This was the form I finally settled on.  One verse, with one word painted larger.  I'm still printing the text on the computer and cutting it out and collaging it onto the canvas, which I've decided I don't like now.  I have hand-painted all of the text, but that's a lot of work, and time consuming, but it makes a cleaner image.  There's also a lower limit to the size of the text I can paint that way.


'the circus of the walking dead'

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This is the painting with the text hand lettered.  I like it.


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I also do very small works, sometimes without a verse of poetry, just a few words.  This is an altered corned beef lid, with a recycled tube of glue, a spring, beads, wire, and a magnetic poem words 'drink' 'me', and beads with lettering 'now'.  It's about Alice in Wonderland's bottle that said 'drink me'.  They're fun to make, and they don't take long to do, which is great if you're the kind of person who likes to finish things. 


 

 

 

weeping for a crow

This will be the last painting I have to do for the book I'm working on.  I finally figured out what I was doing wrong with the word processing program.  It's too late for Christmas, but at least I'm making progress.  The poem is called 'weeping for a crow'.


The clouds release their sorrw

in a scattering of snow,

he sways,

like he's a cradle rocking,

weeping for a crow.

'weeping for a crow'  #339 verse:21


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As you can see, I haven't got very far, but 3 a.m. is as late as I want to stay up.


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Painted the base coat of colour on the bones. 


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Close up.  It's fun to paint bones. 


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Finished painting the skull.  Started working on the left elbow.  I like high contrast images.  The text will be painted next.  It's drawn in pencil, but it doesn't show up on this photo.


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Added the dark crimson halo around the skeleton, and behind it.  Not finished yet.  How is it that every painting I work on is my favourite?  Until the next one...


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Another layer of paint on the bones.  I didn't have time to do the skull.  3 a.m. is late enough.

I'm happy with the way it's going.  I always want to finish, so I can see what it looks like.


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Pink over the red background, text.  Saving the crow for last.


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Added a nest to the inside of the torso.  A bit of light hit the canvas from the window.


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Close-up of the nest. 


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Pink over the red background, with a few lines of red left as a design element.  Not finished yet.  I still have to do around the lettering, and paint the details on the crow.


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Painted the pink around the text.  That just leaves the crow to finish.


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Changed the crow.  Not sure if it's finished or not.

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Close-up of the crow.  One layer of blue on the black, I think it needs another one.


Cockroach painting for the book 'Dancing down entropy street'.


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Layer one.  I'm getting to the end of my book, but I have a few images I need to do for it.  I'm having some technical difficulties with the word processing program that I'm trying to resolve.  I had hoped to have been finished by August, but now the new deadline is Christmas.  If I don't make that, then sometime in the new year.  I have one more painting to do after this one, for the poem 'weeping for a crow'.  I have lots of poems I'd like to include, but I'm up to 125 pages now so I think I should stop.  I can always make another book, right? 


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So, a few more layers of paint, and it's almost finished.  I have to refine the yellow haze around the cockroach.  Is it weird that I like him?  The poem that goes with this image is called ess oh ess.


Miscellaneous projects

I bought a new pair of drugstore magnifying glasses, but I didn't like the case that came with them, so I made one out of canvas, then painted it.  I ended up lining it with some black felt, which feels nicer.


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My name, stenciled in gold and red on brown/black painted canvas.


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The back of the case.  My favourite number.


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A case for my sunglasses.  Front.


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The back of the case, with the number 666 in red/orange, over the stenciled word Paris.


the never-ending peach painting and four peaches on a striped background

Thirst is a cup with a hole in the bottom,

hunger's an inch out of reach,

stretch out your hand and caress the astonishing flesh

of the edible peach.

'a door through which all things must pass' #441 verse:17

 


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Added some turquoise...not sure I like it.

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Took out the turquoise and added some more dark red.  This is better.  Still not finished.


Love is a garden of ripe ready peaches,

sweet is the flesh on the bone,

you follow along in the footsteps of sorrow,

but it's better than being alone.

 

'the devil sheds one golden tear for the end of the world' #480 verse:2


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From a photo of some strange squashed peaches I got from the store.  The text is done in Lettraset, without the customary single word or words done in a larger text painted onto the canvas.


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Close up.  I like it.

Venus de Milo

the twilight of longing#501verse:24

I'm dressed as the sculpture of Venus de Milo,

the tears of a mime on my cheek,

born in an age of belief and denial,

my fingertips bleed when I speak.

Photo from the internet for my next painting of me as the Venus de Milo.  I bought black leotards at the thrift shop in Paris to make sleeves for my arms.  I am going to have my hands floating in space, as if they found the hands, but not the arms for the sculpture.  I might change the position of my left arm. I had a thought.  I thought about making the front half of the torso in paper mache so I could wear it for the photograph.  I'm not going to do it, but it was an interesting idea. In the meantime, I'm working on layer 20 of a painting of a peach that just won't end.  I've also done a painting of 4 peaches from a photo I took, and it turned out fine.  I don't know why it's easy sometimes, and hard other times.  I think I'm still working on it because I can't start the other painting anyway, otherwise it would still be sitting there tempting me to paint over it and start from scratch. 

Photo from the internet for my next painting of me as the Venus de Milo.  I bought black leotards at the thrift shop in Paris to make sleeves for my arms.  I am going to have my hands floating in space, as if they found the hands, but not the arms for the sculpture.  I might change the position of my left arm.

I had a thought.  I thought about making the front half of the torso in paper mache so I could wear it for the photograph.  I'm not going to do it, but it was an interesting idea.

In the meantime, I'm working on layer 20 of a painting of a peach that just won't end.  I've also done a painting of 4 peaches from a photo I took, and it turned out fine.  I don't know why it's easy sometimes, and hard other times.  I think I'm still working on it because I can't start the other painting anyway, otherwise it would still be sitting there tempting me to paint over it and start from scratch. 


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O.k. this is what I did.  It's hard to photograph yourself.  I had to flip it to get it the right way round.  I wasn't happy so I took some more photos.


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I liked this better.  Soft focus on the camera setting to smooth out the wrinkles.  I shot it in the shower with the softer light.


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Left hand, cropped.  High key setting on the camera.  Images shot in the mirror.


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Right hand.  Taken in the mirror.


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This is the canvas.  I tinted the gesso a kind of light ochre colour.  I printed the text in reverse on plain paper and laid it face down onto another fresh layer of the gesso.  I rubbed it for a few seconds, then removed it.  It did a reasonably good job of transferring the text.  I'm going to paint it in by hand later.  The "s" at the bottom right was a test.  This might work better with a photo paper, instead of a plain white paper.  Some of the paper adhered to the canvas, which I didn't want. 


This is the first layer of paint on the left hand, holding the apple.

This is the first layer of paint on the left hand, holding the apple.


Right hand, layer one.  I'll have to reshoot this one.

Right hand, layer one.  I'll have to reshoot this one.


The text at the bottom of the painting.  Layer one.

The text at the bottom of the painting.  Layer one.


The whole painting, such as it is at the moment.  The hands are floating in space, as if they found them, but not the arms. I really didn't need the black sleeves, but I liked the idea.    

The whole painting, such as it is at the moment.  The hands are floating in space, as if they found them, but not the arms.

I really didn't need the black sleeves, but I liked the idea.

 

 


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First layer of paint on the background, and the torso and face.  Lots of layers left to do.  I like the little bits of yellow and pink.


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A bit more work done on the first layer of paint.


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Close-up of the upper half of the painting.


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Close-up of the left hand.  Needs at least 2 more layers of paint.


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A bit more work done on the torso and background.  I might change my mind about the background and paint over it.  I'll do a bit more and think about it.


A couple of images I found on the internet.

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And now for something completely different.  Not quite what I want.  Too much yellow on the right hand side, but I like it around her face.


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Reduced the yellow on the right and did layer 2 of the brown background.  Getting closer to what I want. 


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Did another layer of brown on the background, with a darker brown halo around the shapes on the right hand side.  Close, but not quite it.


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A bit less yellow.  Still needs more paint on the background, and the face needs more work. 


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Changed the face, changed the right hand.  Still not finished. 

I went on a studio tour here in Paris, and really enjoyed myself.  I wish I'd done it last year. 

I met some great artists in my neighbourhood, and I'm thinking about joining for next year. 

I enjoyed seeing their studios.  It gives me ideas for mine.


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Added a layer of red to the background.  Needs another one.  Still not finished the torso.


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Red paint over the brown paint for the background, then red abstracted floral shapes over that.

Still not finished the torso.


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Blue background, red abstracted floral shapes.  Yes-sir-ee.


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Changed the face to look more like me.  It's getting closer to what I want.  I think it needs a bit more work. 


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Close up of the face.  Needs to be softened a bit I think.


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Photo for face for painting.  I know, I could have brushed my hair...


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Finished at last.  Well, it needs the rest of the text, but I still haven't found a way to do that that I like.  Lettraset works o.k. but it's a bit tricky to apply to a rough surface. 

dancing down entropy street

I've started a book, through Amazon.  So far all I've done is the cover.  I used one of their templates, but as an ex-graphic designer, and obsessive, I found it a bit restrictive.  I've been trying unsuccessfully to import a photo of myself from another file, but that seems to be above my pay grade.  I'll keep working on it.  This could take a while.  I was hoping to have it done for my birthday, at the end of August.  I had to read most of my poems to try to come up with a short list for the book, I was hoping to find 25 good ones, as an arbitrary number, and came up with 60...so I have some editing to do.  Not all of them have images to go with them, so that's a challenge.  I don't have time to do that many paintings in time, and I'm not sure I want to do a mixture of paintings and photographs.  I guess I'll start with the ones I do have paintings for and go from there.   This is the cover painting.  It's a close up from the poem 'anchor'.  


She moves like the world leans hard to the left, her bones tumble out of their grave, they dance with the devil on seven-inch heels, since this is how bad bones behave. anchor #185 verse:7

She moves like the world leans hard to the left,

her bones tumble out of their grave,

they dance with the devil on seven-inch heels,

since this is how bad bones behave.

anchor #185 verse:7


sermons of redemption #486 verse:33

His eyes were calm with purpose

but his heart could not be found,

he's out there in a state of bliss,

just walking it around.


Layer one.  Didn't have time to finish the face. 


Layer 2 of the yellow.  Left some of the first layer showing through as a kind of reverse shadow.


O.k.  This is more like it.

O.k.  This is more like it.


Hand and torso almost done.  It looks like muscles without skin.


Hand.  Needs a bit more work.  From a photo of my own hand, taken in a mirror.

Hand.  Needs a bit more work.  From a photo of my own hand, taken in a mirror.


Close up of the new background colours. 


Torso finished.


Recalculating, recalculating....  Legs done, and the pink background behind the head.  Now I have to do the blue.  Ha.  I see I missed a spot.

Recalculating, recalculating....  Legs done, and the pink background behind the head.  Now I have to do the blue.  Ha.  I see I missed a spot.


More turquoise background.  Slowly, slowly.

More turquoise background.  Slowly, slowly.


Left side done.  You can only paint for so long.


Almost finished.  Worked 'til 2 a.m. then called it quits.

Almost finished.  Worked 'til 2 a.m. then called it quits.


Finished the background.  Working on the text now.  I painted another layer of white on the lettering, and I'm going to remove the green space around it.  The word 'just' is already done. Finished the lettering (not shown), and now I'm adding a darker border around the whole painting.  I think the pink circle needs a bit of work still too. 

Finished the background.  Working on the text now.  I painted another layer of white on the lettering, and I'm going to remove the green space around it.  The word 'just' is already done.

Finished the lettering (not shown), and now I'm adding a darker border around the whole painting.  I think the pink circle needs a bit of work still too. 


Slightly darker blue border.  A bit too much shine from the lights on this photo.  I'll have to take another one.

Slightly darker blue border.  A bit too much shine from the lights on this photo.  I'll have to take another one.


Close up of border.

Close up of border.


Added some veins to the heart.

Added some veins to the heart.


the graveyard of the moon #499 verse: 14

Time adds pain to observation,

beauty does the math,

I saw you with your hair on fire,

floating in the bath.


 

Acrylic on canvas, 30 x 40", unfinished.

Me in the bathtub, layer 1.  Bottecelli's Venus as inspiration for the hair.

Me in the bathtub, layer 1.  Bottecelli's Venus as inspiration for the hair.


Layer 2.  You can see the ghost of the word 'floating' at the top left side of the canvas.

Layer 2.  You can see the ghost of the word 'floating' at the top left side of the canvas.


Adding flames to the hair.  This is going to take a while.


A bit more work done.  Still a long way from finished.

A bit more work done.  Still a long way from finished.


Close up.  Getting there.  

Close up.  Getting there.

 


Added some pink to the skin. 

Added some pink to the skin. 


Darker pink. Some dark grey.  I still have to do the top half of the painting.  The text will be last.

Darker pink. Some dark grey.  I still have to do the top half of the painting.  The text will be last.


Did the text, another layer of lighter pink, and the inside top of the tub.  I'm happy with it now. I'll probably do a bit more before I say it's finished.  I have two good ideas for the next two paintings.  I can't wait to start them.  One of them involves me, dressed as the Venus de Milo, with my arms painted black.  The other one is the devil, my favourite metaphor.

Did the text, another layer of lighter pink, and the inside top of the tub.  I'm happy with it now.

I'll probably do a bit more before I say it's finished.  I have two good ideas for the next two paintings.  I can't wait to start them.  One of them involves me, dressed as the Venus de Milo, with my arms painted black.  The other one is the devil, my favourite metaphor.


Changed the colour of the text, added a few more details, the blue area behind my head isn't finished yet.  Added little flickers of flame.  Getting there.

Changed the colour of the text, added a few more details, the blue area behind my head isn't finished yet.  Added little flickers of flame.  Getting there.


Decided the background needed more detail.  It's not finished yet.  Also, the text needs a little something.  

Decided the background needed more detail.  It's not finished yet.  Also, the text needs a little something.

 


One more layer.  Added little white dots to the lettering, but I'm not sure that's enough.


Outlined the lettering in black.  Did some more on the blue area.  I've attached the tag to the back of the painting with the text, and signed it, so it's either finished, or very close to it.


Bottecelli's Venus.

Bottecelli's Venus.


Original photograph.  Set the camera, get in the bathtub, pose, get out of the bathtub, set camera, get back into the bathtub...repeat 30 times.  Do it again the next day with water in the tub.  Discard all of those ones. 

Original photograph.  Set the camera, get in the bathtub, pose, get out of the bathtub, set camera, get back into the bathtub...repeat 30 times.  Do it again the next day with water in the tub.  Discard all of those ones. 

the circus of the walking dead #240 verse:1



The psychopaths are in control,
we follow them like sheep,
but we have vengeance in our hearts,
and promises to keep.


The psychopaths are in control,
we follow them like sheep,
but we have vengeance in our hearts,
and promises to keep.


The circus clowns jump through the hoops,
(the tigers are extinct),
(though no one wearing tiger skins
admits the two are linked).


Women dressed as butterflies
ride horses painted blue,
chained to love’s continuum,
their dreams are coming true.


Underneath the glitter
is an underwire bra,
we all obey the gravity
of Newton’s second law.


They draw attention to themselves,
the better to be seen,
it’s hard to blend into the background
wearing neoprene.


We’re mesmerized by naked flesh,
we won’t pretend we’re not,
desire’s soft albino skin
replaces conscious thought.


The acrobats will not perform
without a safety net,
we complain, but for a dollar,
this is all you get.


The smell of popcorn fills the air,
we lick our fingers clean,
words slide sideways off your tongue,
but we know what you mean.


Virtue wears a human face,
it’s guilt that wears a mask,
whether we’re possessed or not
depends on who you ask.


The Circus of the Walking Dead
suspends our disbelief,
they violate their own commandments,
much to our relief.


Contortionists turn inside out,
their scarlet hearts revealed,
and though I know the secret codes,
my ruby lips are sealed.


The belly dancers raise the dead,
it’s what they’re born to do,
we’ll all be dancing with the devil
by the time they’re through.


The fire-eaters don’t inhale,
the smoke is thick and sweet,
even Satan’s frozen heart
is melting in the heat.


The television’s black and white,
the rabbit ears are bent,
every night we watch the man without a tongue
repent.


He waits behind the velvet curtain,
smoking cigarettes,
I tell myself that this is as
chaotic as it gets.


The tent folds up into a box,
by morning we’ll be gone,
we’re naked and invisible
without our faces on.


We navigate the labyrinth,
they tell me love is blind,
the man behind the curtain breaks my heart,
but I don’t mind.


My head is full of cotton candy,
bubbles and champagne,
there’s nothing so impossible to live without
as pain.


mt forest

2017

#240


"the circus of the walking dead" was a response to the prevailing political climate of the times.  I wish we could choose our leaders with a bit more common sense.  The text was inspired by Frost's 1923 poem "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening".  "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep".

please stand by...

"the paper mausoleum" #496 verse:3

A china doll with missing eyes

lay naked in a box,

who am I to argue with

the gravity of clocks?


Step one.  This is a painting from a photograph I took of a doll in an antique store.  It didn't have any eyes, which I found interesting.  June 3 '17.

Step one.  This is a painting from a photograph I took of a doll in an antique store.  It didn't have any eyes, which I found interesting.  June 3 '17.


I stayed up 'til 3 working on it.  This is the start.  It's 30 x 40", on a deep stretcher.  I stretched the canvas myself, and mixed some burned umber paint into the gesso to tint it.  The lines for the arm, and the nose are all that you can see of that now. 


Layer 3.  So far, so good.  I'll lighten the cheeks a bit on the next layer.  The lips look better here than they do in real life.


Up 'til 3 again.  I like the cheeks, even though they're more abstracted than the photo. 

Up 'til 3 again.  I like the cheeks, even though they're more abstracted than the photo. 


Second layer on the cheeks.  Looking better. 


Added the text, and some blue to the eyes, and pink to the body.  Gettin' there.

Added the text, and some blue to the eyes, and pink to the body.  Gettin' there.

Added another layer to the box.  I'm going to say this is finished.  I went to Michael's and bought a new canvas, so that's a good sign.  I've initialed the side of the canvas, but I normally sign the back, which I haven't done yet. 

Added another layer to the box.  I'm going to say this is finished.  I went to Michael's and bought a new canvas, so that's a good sign.  I've initialed the side of the canvas, but I normally sign the back, which I haven't done yet. 


doll's head painting June 8.jpg

A few more small changes.  Maybe now it's finished.


This is the original photo I took.  I wish here eyes were lying beside her in the box.  Hmmmmm.......

This is the original photo I took.  I wish here eyes were lying beside her in the box.  Hmmmmm.......

Welcome to the machine

Hi,  Here are a few of my paintings and poems.  I have been thinking about doing a website for a couple of years now, but kept putting it off because I thought it would be a bit too difficult to do.    I decided to go ahead and do my best anyway.  I will add more images as time goes on.  At the moment I'm doing a painting of a burned out grain silo, from a photograph I took of one, just down the road from me.  I take photos of the painting every day, so I can catalog the process.  This is step one:


and step two:

It takes at least 3 or more layers of paint for it to look good.  Sometimes I do a lot more, because I change my mind part way through. 

The text reads: "but love will fade away, away, it that's all dreaming does".   I experimented with doing some of it in Lettraset, which is tricky to apply to the uneven surface of a painted canvas.  (Not shown in this photo).  The larger text I print from the computer and trace onto the surface, then hand paint it.  It's slow, but I like it.  The next photo will show the grey wall behind the text altered to go around the word "if" better.  Sometimes I can do a painting in 3 days, sometimes it takes 3 weeks.  I have one painting of a peach, which you would think would be a relatively simple painting, but I've done multiple layers, and I still don't like it. 

I'm interested in the process of making art as well as the finished project.  I watch every program on TV I can about the artistic process.  There's a good one on now, on PBS, called Craft in America.  I am always inspired by seeing work that's better than I can do.  I watched a show on an American photographer named Vivian Maier, which I liked.  Talk about obsession.  Last night there was one about a Toronto photographer named Barbara Cole.  She does fantastic photographs of people underwater.  Truly amazing. 

Right, I'm off to make another chair cushion for the dining room.  I have to change the fabric since I painted the room blue.  I did one yesterday, and that was enough sewing for me for one day.  5 more to go.  Stay tuned for more images of the burned silo.  Thanks for listening.


Layer 3.  There's going to be a bit of thrashing around here, I can tell.  Some parts I like, some parts I don't.  I just keep repainting areas until I like them, then move on to the next area.  I find it hard to paint the same way from one day to the next sometimes. 

Layer 3.  There's going to be a bit of thrashing around here, I can tell.  Some parts I like, some parts I don't.  I just keep repainting areas until I like them, then move on to the next area.  I find it hard to paint the same way from one day to the next sometimes. 


Layer 4.  I simplified the middle bit and added a second layer to the dark side.  The top still needs more work.  Sometimes I only work for half an hour or so, so not much gets done.   

Layer 4.  I simplified the middle bit and added a second layer to the dark side.  The top still needs more work.  Sometimes I only work for half an hour or so, so not much gets done. 

 


May 9th.  I started out late last night to just paint one small section, and finished at 2 a.m.  The problem with painting is it's addictive.  If I like the way things are working out, then I just keep going. 

May 9th.  I started out late last night to just paint one small section, and finished at 2 a.m.  The problem with painting is it's addictive.  If I like the way things are working out, then I just keep going. 


I added more grey paint to the rock walls.

I added more grey paint to the rock walls.


This is a close up of the added grey...no, still not right.  The black structure is actually an old burned bed frame, and some metal piled up together.  The yellow and blue are just for fun.

This is a close up of the added grey...no, still not right.  The black structure is actually an old burned bed frame, and some metal piled up together.  The yellow and blue are just for fun.


This is more like it.  Up 'til 2 a.m. working on it, but now I'm happy.  

This is more like it.  Up 'til 2 a.m. working on it, but now I'm happy.

 


Layer 2, turning up the volume a little.


The left side, not finished, but it's a start.  Up 'til 3 a.m.  Wrote 'til 4, finally went to bed.


Added a small flame and some smoke to the top of the silo. 


The walls, and the added flame.  Still not finished, but it's slowly morphing into something I like.


Up 'til 3 working on the bottom left side, and the sky.  The bottom left is still too busy, so I'll have to simplify it some more.  I like the sky. 

Up 'til 3 working on the bottom left side, and the sky.  The bottom left is still too busy, so I'll have to simplify it some more.  I like the sky. 


Did some more work on the sky, not finished yet.  I don't like the white wave thing at the bottom left.  It's getting there though. 


Close up.  The spiral is a tornado, seen from above, or below.  I've always been afraid of them, since The Wizard of Oz movie.  

Close up.  The spiral is a tornado, seen from above, or below.  I've always been afraid of them, since The Wizard of Oz movie.

 


I think this is probably finished.  I have signed the back, so that means I'm pretty sure I'm done.

I think this is probably finished.  I have signed the back, so that means I'm pretty sure I'm done.


On second thought, the left side still needed some work.  Still not sure if it's finished or not.

On second thought, the left side still needed some work.  Still not sure if it's finished or not.


O.k.  Maybe this is it.  I bridged the two rock walls at the bottom and added a few small details.  I'll have to sit and look at it for a while to spot any areas that don't look right.


This is the original photo I was working from.

This is the original photo I was working from.

Artist's statement #2


Mixed media collage.  Small oval recycled frame from the thrift shop, glass glob, photograph of my eye, old map from a calendar, paint.

Mixed media collage.  Small oval recycled frame from the thrift shop, glass glob, photograph of my eye, old map from a calendar, paint.

This is the victory of time over memory,

Leonard Cohen's right, poems should be sung,

they should be celluloid ghosts trapped in amber,

Call Tim Burton and k.d. lang,

tell them I'm coming.

Listen,

even when you speak,

you sing.


mt forest.


Artist's statement #3


Mixed media collage in the lid of a corned beef tin.  Found objects, glass glob with photograph of my eye, tag, beads, paint.

Mixed media collage in the lid of a corned beef tin.  Found objects, glass glob with photograph of my eye, tag, beads, paint.

Memory is a celluloid ghost trapped in amber,

time wears a crown of dinosaur bones,

victory burns the book of the dead,

words are satan's voodoo dolls,

death counts backwards from ten,

love is a satellite in a decaying orbit.

I sing like a machine,

heavy...

metal.


mt forest.


Mixed-media collages

Altered dolls.

Altered doll.  Cheesecloth, gold thread, beads, curtain tie-back, shell, bone, pearls.


Altered doll.  Air-dry clay, gold paint, beads, wire, found plastic wings, gold foil.

Altered doll.  Air-dry clay, gold paint, beads, wire, found plastic wings, gold foil.


Mixed-media collage.  Wooden box, anatomical model, paint, texture medium, wooden blocks, text, beads.


"Has outrageous buttocks".  Mixed-media collage on found wood.  Watch parts, beads, text, acrylic paint, copper, plastic skull.