June 9, 2011

  • Not So Sketchy

     

    It is pure paint on canvas,  oil. It is a new medium,  Oil Sticks, a firm, waxy form of oil paint which is pliable, warms and becomes paint-like, buttery consistency and mixable as regular oil,  this is mixed with linseed oil.  No sketch at all.  Study in motion,  foreshortening and a bit of color...

    No pencils were harmed in the making of this painting.

     It was done very quickly,  approx 30 minutes.  Inspired by a photo in the newspaper.  I used one of my large canvasses to do it.  I was just inspired.   Actually,  I like it but I don't really like it.  

    Meanwhile,  I continue to draw myself in the mirror.

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June 8, 2011

  • Who's My Dada?

    I need a Ne0-DaDa... 

    I bumped into the wizard again
    there was information

    he gave me a note and disappeared.

    I am still confused about a lot of these artistic concepts.

    I lost my dada at adolescence.

    I haven't a clue.

    ...but the investigation is ongoing.
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June 7, 2011

  • The Relationship Between Artist and Model

    Is something I have never experienced before. 

    I arrived first to claim center spot.

    I did not know what to expect.

    Just go with whatever when ever....however...

    I got to mark my spot with colored tape and continue with this person tomorrow.

    I felt something.  Something different than the feeling with an object or photograph...

    (the artist stared at me intently, as I appeared mad, wearing one set of glasses on top of another.  The model assumed this mastabutory pose as is shown I did not DV8 from his postures.. I was 20 minutes early and got to set up and choose my spot.  I chose actually about a few degrees right of center but it was in direct sight line of the model,  I sat up before he posed.)

    I originally positioned myself to the right of the easel and looked at the model between the easel and me then drastically switched sides, realizing,  and it was kind of UNNATURAL feeling, that I needed to really stand on the LEFT, facing the easel with the model between me and the easel, although sometimes the work was in the way and I have to keep stepping to the left.  I need to tell this to the neurologist because I found it uncomfortable and not my normal stance,   although I have always batted left handed for some strange reason when playing baseball as a child. I am dominate right handed in general and eat with both hands comfortably,  often wondering myself which hand I should pick up a utensil with...

    (selfthread unnumbered, ((The FaceBook Logs)) "the morning after the first art class hypermania)
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        SO, it's my first day, right? I follow directions like the paper sez "Talk to instructor before buying materials..." Everybody else comes in dragging their shit! Everybody is an artist! There is a professional illustrator bla bla bla.. they all have paint, they go to town, some draw, some paint.... the artist doesn't give a rat's is you use crayons!... so i go down stairs and get my big pad and I already heave pencils and yea yea yea... and I do this.... then at the break... I tell him I don't think the head is exactly long enough. He goes on some artistic rant about how it, get this, DOESN'T HAVE TO LOOK REAL, JUST GO FOR IT, I LIKE IT, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY! BLA BLA BLA...... ok well this is the "instruction" and I am a little taken a'back... I say "you mean so I can paint?".... so it turns out I can stand on my head and do the hokey pokey in corner if I want to, (like one old woman) so I run down during the break and get a canvas and (he has suggested just do black and white and play with values)

        about an hour ago · 
      •  so the black and while oil in values is still at the art school and i go back again tomorrow to work on it. The instructor will only be there on Monday to critique this and our paintings (that is how he works) once a week. Tomorrow the model will be there again to continue.
        about an hour ago ·
      •   some people are only there to draw and one woman is doing pastels.
        53 minutes ago · 
      •   the paper said clearly to talk to the artist first, he will decide if you can draw or paint, as if he is some type of MasterDiva.... apparently, according to the clerk in the store, some are, some aren't, depends on the artist.... go figure...
        51 minutes ago ·
      •   and they don't have any cheap stuff there, the paint is 7 bucks a tube!
        49 minutes ago ·
      •   THAT is the cheap stuff! I spent 96 dollars that I did NOT have to spend because I HAD it already at home! on black/white, 5 brushes, paper a canvas and some charcoal and an eraser and some turpentine and plastic cups! crapola!
        48 minutes ago · 
      •   but now i have some good brushes..
        48 minutes ago 
      •   you can pay 45.72 for ONE paint brush. I picked it up by mistake and nearly lost my sight.
        46 minutes ago
      • MY brushes are synthetic. NO animals were harmed in the making of my brushes.
        46 minutes ago
      • although I admit I do own a very nice set of hog's hair bristles that I bought on a lark....
        45 minutes ago ·
      •  this is large, 18 x 24 he told me to get a smaller canvas. I am wearing 2 pair of glasses, one on top of the other, x1.00 to see the artist and x2.00 to see the paper... This makes me know I finally NEED bifocals...
        34 minutes ago
      • he said "because of the size of the room, the model's head should be no larger than your outstretched hand, which is life sized. This is too big as the room is crowded.
        32 minutes ago
      • well, i AM a bit disappointed, it is a "portrait" class, and I wanted it to LOOK REAL... I know it doesn't HAVE TO THAT IS WHY I WENT TO SCHOOL>>> I CAN MAKE PLENTY OF STUFF THAT DOES NOT LOOK REAL... of course can not say this.... I suppose I need photo realism... Jean Genet' , let yourself go :/
        30 minutes ago
      •  I'll know more next Monday when he talks about our stuff.
        26 minutes ago
      • did you know if you stretch your hand out it is nearly exactly the same size as your HEAD, go look in the mirror. Very interesting.
        24 minutes ago
      • the class was three hours. I was bored with this and the black and white values already. I am bring all of my oils tomorrow and finishing details on black and white oil and starting a color so I will have this and a black and white oil and a color oil next monday of this model. I have never painted nor drawn a live sitting model, it is very easy to "zone out" on...
        13 minutes ago
      •  it is odd, there is some human energy there, unlike that of a vase, or a bottle of wine energy.
        12 minutes ago
      • this is a totally new and different experience and something I thought was shallow which is actually totally deeper than can be imagined unless done, someone sitting as a model and someone drawing or painting them. It is a very unique relationship.. If you have not tried it, I highly recommend it.
        10 minutes ago

  • Shimmer Days

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    i feel a soft and silky day of little pain
    not much to say like gentle rain
    on tv screens with movies silent slow and
    coffee stains grow smaller in the shadows of my home

    gray and yawning pleasure riding nothing worried
    never hiding nothing saying showing vain not ego
    dusted cells again
    and neuroplastic spasms gain is lost in fog and washed away

    a pincushion
    empathy

    would a pincushion have empathy

    you have lost your empathy, i was told
    the conversation, ego bold, gestural forthright
    overbearing
    loudly laughing
    extra daring
    more outgoing
    nearly scaring
    cannot get a word in edgewise

    a vivid colored painful slash
    before a shimmer day breaks my back
    an embryonic evil twin
    right hemisphere, oh, it kicked again

    right mattress sleep
    (hidden, in the right mattressphere)
    hot water bottle benedryl bath shower nasal douche
    salt migraine acetaminophen rock a bye baby
    benedryl pestal and mortal mortar ground in drinking hot water
    i brew tea eye brute eye brew pro fin swim in agony swiminagone
    astronomy agrimony gesthesmomeny mommy
    she'll be here all day tomorrow

    shimmer day pain away action taken something gained
    paint AND coffee stained
    decaf still has caffeine in it they do not tell you that
    decaf deaf def deface facade face head fade face
    paintedmothershairdrewthegoosthatlaidthegoldeneggtimerandtheeggtimerbyitself
    noitwasntaneggtimeritwasaneggwithnumbersonitaneggtimeroneword
    anyway

    two more days of work and two or more weeks off
    i forgot i had had them
    i need
    large calendar pages
    i cannot keep tomorrows
    neurologist mri doctor dentist eye foot blood test ass test read blood microscope
    pathogen immunesystemautoimmunitypredispodispositioncontraindicationpositiveresults
    iamhopingforpostivenegativepositivenegativepositivenegativeresults
    words loose meaning
    meaning looses words
    con few shun
    shun reality
    in lieu of
    shimmer days


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    .(an afterthought:  Agrimony in The Garden of Gethsemane.
    Prostrate inseminate, Semite, S'mite.
    Prostate gland)

    hidden meanings in words:
    "can i kill you?"
    "yes you can, sir"

    think positive that all results will be negative.
    i am trying to think positive and be optimistic.
    I do need bifocals, too, that is another appointment this week.

    sometimes I scare myself. 

    I am a sponge of pre-absorbed nervosity.  I am nervous about several things, at this morning's moment.

    I am shaking.  It is a bit chilly too.

    I start the art classes tonight and I am petrified...
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    This screams normality.

    I hate it
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    I am a nervous egg.

    would  an "egg bomb" going off just be a chick hatching?
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    so what's wrong with that?
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    twin in progress (in progress)

June 2, 2011

  • Threatning Dream

    I am not sure what happened.  Strange days indeed.  I rarely remember my dreams.  Last night I woke up screaming.

    I hit the sack as soon as I got home, I was so tired at work, I kept dozing while working, I was unable to function properly as the heat has descended upon us and made all the tiredness as a side effect to headache medication all that much worse...

    In the dream I am in the public restroom, I think it is one at work, but not sure.  I'm at the sink washing my hand.  I think the psychiatrist is in there... I think I see him in the mirror behind me... There is a kid behind him as well holding a square object. 

    I have the vague memory that I am having a conversation with someone, is it an instructor, the psychiatrist or another doctor I am not sure.  I am vaguely aware of this kid standing in the background and I think he is waiting to use the sink.  

    The person I am talking to leaves on an ending light conversational joke and I finish washing my hands and turn toward the mirror.  I noticed I am alone with this kid and the sinks to my right are still available yet he is still behind me staring at me.   Something is up.    He is wearing a red down jacket and he is bald,  like a skin head and he is staring at me intently, but out of focus.. he has a square object in his hand holding it at me.  

    I turn to get a better look,  and to use the paper  towel holder to get a paper towel and to address him and realize that he is pointing a small gun directly at my chest.

    My heart freezes and I wake up with a scream coming out of my throat.

    Hmmmmmmm...

    Then I go on Facebook....  Facebook has this issue with "tagging" and photos,   "tags" are where you are identified in photos in case you don't know,  people can tag you and you can tag people,  like wise you can block and remove tags... anyway,  Facebook is full of glitches where these 'tags' go to the wrong photos or follow a person into other photos... you get a message when someone tags you in a photo...

    I see a message,  you have been tagged in you grand nieces photo.... I go to the photo,  there are no people in the photo,  it is a photo from my cousin's photo album of some cemetery that has no relation to me, however there is an "orb"  an oozing mass floating in the air and I have conversed with my niece about the "ghostly" aspect of orb photography,  this would be the only connection...

    I commented on the photo asking if it were a mistake or what the .....

    Coincidence again..... it's like the EverReady Bunny... it just keeps going and going and going...

    ...now that I am worried about having cancer or a brain tumor....

June 1, 2011

  • I "Could Not" Finish My College Application

    ...by the deadline for September.  I do not know if it was intentional,  because of the headaches, the headache medication,  confusion,  I just could not do it,  subconsciously did not want to,  or waiting to make sure I don't have cancer before I plunk out the 50 bucks for the application fee.

    also,  part of me is like, they were calling and sending so many emails,  like they are so desperate,  before the deadline,   to get in by September.... it's an independent study type of thing,  it's SUNY... a lot of the stuff is going to be online,  or people going back to school while working, second career type things,  same as me.  Bullshit, it's a commercial endeavor.... 

     So I missed the deadline,  I'm sure they have my transcripts now,  they want my money...  it's not until September....  What? Like,  Oh, sorry,  you missed the deadline, you can't come to school...  Pish, I'm not worried.....

    I was sick,   I had headaches...    Awww,  well,  there may be a space for you,  or you can start in January.... I'm not gonna fucking worry about it..   Also,  art school popped out of the blue (am I doing this intentionally to divert myself?) so this starts next week and the art thing, interest, has kind of superseded anything else.... I may want to redesign or at least rethink my whole degree to include or incorporate art.... I do not have any idea at this point.

    I don't know if I am confused and lethargic and manic and forgetful because of a cancerous brain tumor, I'm totally insane and should be locked up before I explode and cause massive damage that I have no concept nor clue that I am capable of (nothing is in mind, that is for certain ,and I have no plans nor weapons nor evil thoughts at all....)  or ass cancer which goes up to the brain or the brain just some how knows about,  or I have a dualistic persona,  or nothing is wrong at all and I have some sinus headaches and I think too much...

    I'm actually, today,  sleepy,  groggy,  kind of disappointed that I can't keep up,   oh yea,     DRUGGED,  and wondering if it is from my body or from the medication which is stopping the pain...

    I have to say that I am suffering a bit of confusion and I am not sure which Dr. to talk to first.   The neurologist is out of town until the next week so I must just keep biting the bullet...  

    I am afraid of talking to the psychiatrist because I don't want to dick around with medications at this time since I am so sensitive...  I can't tell what is doing what.

    At least I am not in pain,   sad,  thinking of anything negative or bothersome....

    I'm just sleepy and confused....

    Ok,  the worst description is that today I feel like Winnie the Pooh needing a nap....
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May 31, 2011

  • Boy Do I Have A Story To Tell...

    But not actually right this moment....  I'm just tossing up some works in progress... saying I had a nice 3 days with only one headache day,  Saturday afternoon... slept most afternoon, all night.... very productive Sunday and Monday... did stuff around the house... windows, plants,  cleaning, clutter,... painted... did some lessons:
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    Three solid colored objects, acrylic mixed directly on canvas board.  I do a mini lesson from a magazine.  My first mistake. Oh, I don't like the solid colored plan.  Why have I always been such an "education radical"...

     This is too easy, just do it to get the magazine out of the way.    Second mistake,  separate oils from acrylics.  The Pepto Bismol background is white acrylic and a dab of Scarlett oil, and a ruined brush....

    Three blobs at the bottom are three liberal blobs of Titanium White OIL applied liberally and then covered with acrylic to "hide".   This was much better as a thinly painted watery sketch which I should have photographed... I ruined it with more and more paint but learned a lot.

    Nothing is solidly colored and everything is totally complex.  The more simple something is,  the more complex it is.

    I'm lettering the Gouache sign.  I cannot use a crackle finish because it is meant for alternating contrasting layers of acrylics so I'll antique this (and a similar saint) another way)

    I am not going to go into it, but I had another headache, a "manic" day and mother gave me art instruction again.   She told me that not doing her painting was "trying to stop time in this physical world which was exactly the same mistake she made and she knew it was impossible now."    The wind blew a portrait over and knocked over a glass thermometer which did not break, but which has specific meaning to me,  it moved the first time she "spoke" me shortly after her death....

    Anyhow... she "told" me to fill in the background, block in the shadows and "get busy" with this painting so I can start a "new, and even larger one" for my portrait class".  She insists this is practice and will be one in a series.... She says never wait and fix as I go... she insists waiting is a terrible mistake.

    She is terribly sorry she raised me to be fearful and full of self-doubt...

    I'm not sure what to make of all this and the insurance company is denying the brain scan...

    Meanwhile, I had the inkling that I convinced a shrink I was NOT psychotic with carefully articulated words and mannerisms and wonder if I have either a very very subtle alternate persona,  or just an extremely vivid imagination but not the patience to write fiction and edit so painting must be an outlet for me....

    I can't wait to talk to the neurologist....

    I had too much red oil out so she goes, put it over the red on the lambs in "Easter Sunday, Astoria NY" (she added the word Sunday to the title) , said I could mix mediums, why not and it will make it a bit more bloody and realistic, which it seems to have... I don't have a steady hand so making fine straight lines is difficult....  this is in progress... I'm not sure what is next...  window detailing needs a lot of work..


    In the meanwhile I added some more detail,  mom said to do this since I had some white oil out and not to waste it and I had been thinking this needed it... this is the FIRST OIL I painted when I rushed home totally INSANE to PAINT and be an ARTIST with this brain.  WAS THIS MY BRAIN?

    When I start at the Art Student's League next week I will find out.  I am so nervous I could just shit and am finding myself back into the NORMAL state of FEAR and PUSHING myself out the door!!

    Meanwhile,  I've switched to DECAF after the second or third morning cup...

    I'm not sure which Dr. I should talk to first....

    I feel as though may be playing Dr. Roulette....
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    Almost finished with the novel below... It is excellent!
     

May 25, 2011

  • "Pie In The Sky"

     Inspired by the documentary of the same name.

     

    "Party's Over"

    Andy Warhol and Brigid Berlin, probably mid 70's..
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    .God they were freaks,  this was in the day before someone like this was called "mentally ill" or at least had a personality disorder... I shouldn't say freaks.  It is actually a rather sad movie, however hilarious.  Brigid is probably still alive, the film is from 1999.   

     I did not take much time with this, I actually did it while watching "Women in Revolt" with Candy Darling...

    I don't think this looks like Andy Warhol... it's abstract ;)
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    ( the next day I'm saying it is more likely still the 60's because of her hairstyle )

  • The Blue Telephone

    I don't like it at all but I learned about dry chalky pastel on canvas board and it would not do what I thought it would do.  It would not behave like oil pastel.   I got some very expensive professional oil pastels at less than 1/3 the price last night, brand new and unopened on Ebay I can't wait to get them.   This is Conte Crayon on Canvas board... I don't like it at all...  Why am I putting up something I don't like?

    Why Not?  I can not answer either question.





May 24, 2011

  • An Interesting Dream: "Doctor's Orders"

    As a younger person I enjoyed nightly dreams.  I used to journalize the dreams regularly and have volumes of recorded dreams.  As an adult, I rarely remember my dreams.

    Recently I have been having dreams.  I should start recording them again.  Earlier in the year, while practicing "guided visualizations" of visits to "parallel lives",  healing exercises where you visualize yourself in another existence for the purposes of comparisons; one can learn  about the self by making comparisons to what one is not,  as a technique for personal growth, I came to a great realization.

      (some people believe parallel lives exist. I don't visit the world of knowledge vs imagination, belief vs. fantasy.  I consider it all just thought unless I can touch it.  I believe in quantum physics therefore I think it is possible but I do not believe it is comprehensible with human logic as it works on subatomic levels.  It is not important to me to have "truth" as I understand the impossibility of such knowledge.  Also "reality" to me is not important enough to debate)

    As I was saying, I came to a great realization;  all of my life  my dreams have taken place in a series of specific localities / personalities.  I have grown and aged along with the dream realities... it is interesting.

    Enough of the teasing and foreplay and on with last night's dream: 

    Last night I dreamed I was in a Dr.'s office.  He was an old Asian man and it was typical physician's set up.  I was sitting on the chair and he was interviewing me.    There was a cabinet door which was open between us which blocked my view and the Dr. got up on a ladder to get something from another higher shelf and he fell.   His stethoscope was dangling from the knob of one of the cabinet doors where it had caught...

     I heard it but did not see, I had to get out of my chair and move around the obstacle between us to see him lying on the floor in a crumpled heap, naked.  His clothing had come off.  He was a fragile old Asian man and now I was rushing to help him up from the floor.

    Obviously I am too close and it is too early to get a proper interpretation of this dream, but there is a concern I have with medication in one area of my health care that I think this may be related to.

    I am feeling, related to my headaches, and now my colonoscopy and the possibility of mental health concerns, that I should take one step at a time and not do two things at once, if I change or begin more than one medication,  I won't know what is responsible for what.  I disagreed with a Dr. who gave me something for sleep. 

     The medication I am taking for "Pain" also makes me sleep, calm, groggy, confused,  slightly possibly blurs my already fading presbyopia vision and makes me piss more and I already have a swollen prostrate.

     I am very sensitive to medications... In fact, I often use them for the side effects alone...      that is what the migraine medication is being used for,  it is really an anti-seizure medication  and the Dr. who gave me the medication for "sleep" is also an off label use of THAT chemical...

    I think Americans are WAY to free with medications and if you combine them how the heck are you gonna know what is causing what???

    Unless you are in a dire situation and just need immediate relief. 

     I made a mistake by going to different types of Dr.s and present a problem to one which I was actually visiting the other for,  and had just stopped by just cuz I was in the neighborhood and needed refills.    

    I thought it was "kismet" and "fated" to have happened to be that way.    Pain and confused thinking will do that. 

    Anyhow....  life is funny isn't it.    In retrospect... I don't like to jump the gun.  I see how easily people can assume neediness, helplessness, dependence and all of that....  

    If you present the same problem to different types of Dr.s at the same time you may end up just getting confused...

     I honestly did not need it and did not take it and it was because I did not express myself clearly...

     In fact,  I should not have seen this Dr. in relation to these headaches until I rule out anything physical...

    I am talking about my ability to produce art and the idea that my parent's ghost came to see me.   I questioned my own mental health but now I do think that mental confusion is caused by severe and intense chronic pain. 

    I think this dream is related...  I don't know.     Symbols:   Doctor,   Asian Doctor,   Obstacle between me and Doctor,   Doctor falls and is nude on floor, helpless / tables are turned I am helping Doctor...  

    stethoscope "dangling from knob"..... were this a few years back in a different time and context this would stick out (pun is very intentional) however this actually may be just a smoking cigar...

    I will mull it over...  What do YOU think it could mean and I am obviously worried about my physical health...
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