Awake

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

-Jim Morrison

VIII

Cicada shell:

little did I know

it was my life.
-deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)

Hail to the Chief

Orphic Hymn to Jupiter (translated by Thomas Taylor, 1792)

O Jove much-honored, Jove supremely great,
To thee our holy rites we consecrate,

Our prayers and expiations, king divine,
For all things round thy head exalted shine.
The earth is thine, and mountains swelling high,
The sea profound, and all within the sky.
Saturnian king, descending from above,
Magnanimous, commanding, sceptered Jove;
All-parent, principle and end of all,
Whose power almighty, shakes this earthly ball;
Even Nature trembles at thy mighty nod,
Loud-sounding, armed with lightning, thundering God.
Source of abundance, purifying king,
O various-formed from whom all natures spring;
Propitious hear my prayer, give blameless health,
With peace divine, and necessary wealth.

Work in Progress

I just started working on this painting again. I did the black and white underpainting years ago (around 2011 or so) and just left it like that, never felt compelled to work on it again until now. I just added the reds. I normally don’t show pieces at the stage of development because it will probably look completely different by the time its finished. Not really sure where it’s going yet either.

Remembering Last Autumn

I’ve been thinking a lot about my art show at the Crimson Lotus Bar in the St. Johns neighborhood of Portland around this time last year. It was up for a few months and the opening party on September 29th, 2016 was a really special night full interesting conversations, genuine connections and unique performances. The Crimson Lotus was a liminal space full of creativity and magical potency that existed ephemerally for a brief spell last year. I was honored to be able to contribute to making the space what it was.

For several years before that show  I had avoided showing my work, due to a combination of burnout and disappointment from my previous active involvement in such things. The wonderful response I got there was a huge confidence boost and reinvigorated my interest in having my work seen somewhere besides the internet.

Right now I want to have another show in a venue where my work makes sense, but I also feel like I want to create a whole new body of work which better represents who I am and where I’m at in my life now. One thing about the show last year was that it included a lot of older pieces which seem kind of outdated to me. I was glad that several of them, including the one shown here, found new homes. The next incarnation of my art is almost ready to come into being.

 

Old Black and White Photographs

In my late teens and early 20s I was very interested in photography, particularly black and white darkroom photography. This passion was initially ignited by a wonderful professor I had at community college. The experience of attending his class actually inspired me to study art more formally. I fell in love with the whole mysterious process of going into the darkroom and developing pictures by hand. I especially liked to experiment with various techniques like double exposure and solarization. I also loved shooting with my Nikon 35mm camera and took it everywhere. I still enjoy taking pictures, except these days I only take them digitally on my phone, which is an entirely different beast. The image shown here (from 2004) is one of my last hand developed, hand printed black and white photographs from that era.

End of Summer/Completion

It’s less than a week until the Fall Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere. The beginning of the autumn rain has coincided with my completion of  this 24″ x 48″ acrylic painting. Seven Roses emerged slowly over the course of this summer, blooming out of the ruins of an earlier work.  Like many of my pieces, it’s a record of my life and thoughts/feelings during the time in which it was created. This one is also an offering.

Searching

“In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t. Searching.”
-Francesca Lia Block, Missing Angel Juan

Last Thursday

Last week I set up a table at the Last Thursday on Alberta art fair for the second month in a row. I really like the freedom and exuberant energy of this event in the summer. This time in addition to art prints I decided to sell my handmade copper jewelry. I also gave a few spontaneous Tarot readings.