The last few months. (In search of meanings)

The last few months I’ve been on a search for that driving force that pushed me for many years.  The year has been busy with work, painting, music, and digging into the dark parts that I tried to ignore for the longest.  It’s a good feeling to rediscover things about yourself.   I recently made a new site that has a combination of the many things I’ve been working on.   The site is still coming along… I suggestion checking it out .

I’ve got  a ton of my old illustrations.  I’m trying to collect my ne pieces to be scanned.  I’ve also been offered a gig drawing a few comic pages again.  Which is a bonus.  The paintings are coming along.  I’ve been posting progress via Instagram.  A lot of the new work is post there as well.  Going to up date the site with this once I get a better scanner.

Been thinking about living and following your dreams.  I had a good talk with an artist friend of mine, Akira Beard.  His thoughts about life and art are pretty on par with how I feel about creating and where it comes from. We conversed about art and the spirit.  The way that art can pull out and examine neurosis.  It was a breathe of fresh air to find someone with similar thoughts.

I find that there is so many good artist out there.  So many well done pieces, but how much of it means anything.  I see so much work that is a almost like a brand  work that feels like a McDonald’s logo.  You just keep being beaten over the head with something that is souless, like  a painting of a celebrity… When was it the job of the artist to just give into celebrity.  When did we just become microphones for pop culture.   Was it Warhol?  Have we not recovered from what he was doing?

In Warhol’s time it was original.  After reading the philosophy of Andy Warhol, written by the artist himself, you get a clearer picture of what his work meant.  He was bringing down the “high art” elite feeling and bringing it to the same level as the everyday artistic values we see.  The design of the Coke , the soup can, and the celebrity that we see on the big screen, but we’ve come farther than that.  In our world celebrity has taken over, art is now ever present and viewable by the public, and access to it is a click away.  I think that now,  if you paint a picture of some childhood nostalgia it is just as bad as a movie remake.  You’re regurgitating an idea that is not your own.   Is it a connection to  a “simpler” time or the just because pop is something everyone recognizes… Is it wrong for me to think of is as unoriginal…    I dunno.  I’m ranting.  More power to those artist, but it’s an unsatisfying visual meal.  I hunger for something that brings fits of synesthesia.  Something that can make me hear sounds, and ask questions about meaning in this world and the one of the artist.  I’m consistantly in search for meaning through painting.

  I just finished reading Concerning The Spiritual in Art by Wassily Kandinsky.   His theories a about art and how to move it forward are inspiring.
“The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal, but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.” (Kandinsky, 54)  I’m just looking for meaning in art just like I look for it in music.  I want something to move me, to question an artist’s motives,  the artist’s inspirations, the life the artist themself… I want to have to look deeper.  I want to be confused, angered, scared, and excited.

Last tie I felt this was the Ai Wei Wei Show at the Brooklyn Museum of Art.  At first, I was confused by some of his pieces, angered at how basic some of it was, but as I kept going you could see the power and the connection between all the pieces.  After I left the exhibition it all kind of sank in.  the ideas of change, transition, breaking tradition…defiance.  I was left in awe.  The artist made his life the art work.  He was the piece. How do you make life art?

Some other Dreamscape things…

Here are a few tracks from some music I worked on a few years back.  I have some new things in the works, but they are taking a back burner to painting.  It’s something that keeps me creative and yet takes the edge off of painting and drawing.

The Myth

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This new body of work is based on a personal mythology.  I’ve taken in my knowledge of Christian, Hindu, Japanese, and Tibetan Buddhist imagery to  create these Gods and Goddess of the things, ideas, and emotions that pertain to myself.  It is a way to release my emotions and ideas through cryptic messaging.  So far the myth is based around art, sex, and death.  This comes from reviewing my writings from the past and now.  These themes consistently show up.

Death is the oldest of the three.  She holds the heart of the arbiter (myself).  She walks through a red door entering our world not as an agent, but as an observer.  She has appeared in many of my pieces before.

Second is Sex.  She is has one eye and this distorts her vision and those she encounters.  She wears a fox mask. Though she lacks vision she is quick witted, sly, and elusive.  The crow she carries is a gift from death.  It i believed that the moment of climax the body is in a state of full release much similar to death.  The crow is gives the vision to those who reach this state.  This gift of vision is a replacement for her missing eye.

Lastly there is Art.  She is the sister to death.  Death and art in in a struggle for the attention of the Arbiter.  In her jealousy, Death stole the heart of the Arbiter.  As a hit against her sister, Art has given new life to the Arbiter in the form of Ego.  This character represents the immortal soul. His large hands are used to create and destroy. Immortality is essentially the long standing gift of art.  Those who have passed on are still remembered through their work.  She gives life to meaningless things.

There are a few characters still in development.  One is Knowledge, a cursed soul forced to carry around the knowledge of the universe, yet unable to see it and speak of it himself.

I’m also bringing back the Imps from a previous series of work.  These are the seven deadly sins of biblical reference.

The story and symbols are even more elaborate, but I have to keep a few secrets to myself.  (I was told that once.)