I painted this thinking about some of the cartoon art in movies and from the 1960’s and 70’s. Remember Yellow Submarine. How about Me and my Arrow? Those images and those story lines make me old too and so relatable to others. I like painting in contrasts. The red and green strike contrast as does war and nature. [ If you haven’t experience the musical video above then you are probably ignorant that they exist.]
Seems people do not relate to war. They do not understand it’s existence. They think it is unnatural. They want peace on earth and all that gooey stuff. But nature is pretty darn violent. Dog eat dog, cat eat rat! The world of nature is filled with violent behavior. Man is just part of nature, and it is unnatural for man not to kill each other. Not that I like it either.
One of my fav stories is about a man who wrote letters to some prominent members of English society. The message read something like “you have been found out, I suggest you flee!” These prominent people led scandalous lives, and so they did withdrawl their assets, and departed England. You know rats are the first creatures to abandon a sinking ship, right?
Back two thousand year ago, another story played out. It was the time when angels came down from heaven and sang “peace on earth, goodwill to men.” Afterwards the most unheard of thing happened, a baby was born in a manger, stepped with poverty, to become the king. That king said, “my kingdom is not of this earth.” The ordinary people wanted a king, to kill off the Roman oppressors. And, Herod the king was so threatened by this boy wonder that he killed off a town’s babies and infants 2 years old and under. The soil drank in the blood. That’s what peace on earth looks like. It was all natural.
The 60’s were all natural too. The hippies ran around with flowers in their hair. Vietnam was full of fire and blood. Protests broke out and violence erupted like fire from a Molotov cocktail. The violence of nature vs the nature of violence.
Thus the fire in this painting. Peace and war on edge, natural violence. General Mayhem! Rejoice in the contrast, the drama, the alarm of it all.
Trees for eyes and beard, General Forest is 60’s weird.
It’s hard to follow a kite, up in the gusty strands of light, where with wings achieve flight. There artists go, to catch their breath at sights below. Where Everyman has case in hand, while stuck in rutted jobs meant for common man. Yet brush dynamic, shade and line, and with flair divine, is just an artist friend of mine. The mysterious caper of Jean Michel Folon. His heart poured out on bronze, canvas and paper.
There are some artists that develop a style that captures your imagination. A favorite of mine is Jean Michel Folon.
My Painting in Folon style:
I painted this watercolor to try and capture that feeling, the one men get when they realize the mundane of their existence when held up to the light of nature.
You may find some of his works here:
Folon Google Image
YouTube video of Folon’s pictures complete with background music:
I had two daughters. They were not inseparable. Actually they were leaps and bound different. But they were sisters. They attacked life differently. One stayed in the shelter of books, and expanded her imagination, and her faith. The other grasped hold of the brass ring of the world’s excitement, and lived among the outcasts, the socially deprived and the fringe.
If they were colors, they would be complimentary. If they were lines, one would not say the were parallel, but the did have point of crossing. If they were tones. One would be a bold brass horn, the other a piccolo or the Brazilian fan flute. Yet they were first sisters.
I can see them standing in the courtyard, wrapped in sunshine, fresh are and silk. They knew each other in those moments of serenity, where no one could touch them. That inner sanctum of friendship and love, that only sisters know.
The last two paintings I’ve done have been using watercolors and mica infused mixtures. This give a radiant look to the paint when shown in the light. The first is called the Umbrella People, and is a fantasy picture. More of an illustration. You can see a glimpse of the light-capturing paints at certain points. Looks better live, where you can move around to adjust the reflecting lights.
The second picture is more of one of my doodles dolled up in color. They look better “In the Light” and on a wall. This one especially, a Vortex of Colors.
In order to better understand paints, and light, I worked on these pieces, with little attention to the theme. The cat jumping up over the cucumber in the lower pointing is an in-house bit of humor.
I really liked the way the center circle blue swirl came out. What do you think?
My wife likes flowers, and so I tried my hand at some pictures for her. The first is quite colorful. Haven’t framed it yet. Not sure I’m really skilled enough to paint flowers, they are a difficult breed, with all their color and vibrancy, yet with subtle shading and the stretching of color all around, which is the challenge for a novice watercolor painter, like myself.
And here is the second, a abstract sort of flower design. Tried both wet and dry techniques.
Dance is a celebration of life, and sometimes a celebration for the next life. Dance is the cultural provision for joy. We should all celebrate the good of life, rather than highlight death, destruction, social anarchy and uncivil behavior — that’s the job of the news media. Dance is always a good thing unless under the influence of some bad drugs or mojo. Are their any societies without it?
Depressed people need to dance. Sick people need to dance. Dance invigorates, and it pumps us up. So get of your duffs and dance. Find a song to inspire you if you don’t have the music in you.
Music was important to many people in my family, though I don’t remember them dancing at all. My mother, especially, was big into musicals, and I’m not sure when but by the time I was 6, I had seen all types of groups and musical, including Up with People. You may not be old enough to remember that, but I think dance can excite you, throughout your years. That’s where I remember first seeing a group dance.
Today, hip hop continues the crazed dance moves, though there are plenty of other talented dancers working broadway shows and even in Vegas, baby. Whether it be Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal” moves, or something more akin to hopping about like your pants are on fire. Keep moving.
The piece was like a dream for me. I saw it when I awoke and it took a few attempts to get the essence down. Hard to picture dance, as movement continues, long after your first blink.
The bottlemen live in your neighborhood. Their faces set always to the east. They want nothing more than to remain buried in the sands of time. The poison of their thoughts perfume the world with a scent of apathy. The fragile world, awaiting a casket of wisdom, lost to men and animals alike, wonders if the powers will succumb to this vileness.
The ancient earth stirs, making a tumult of fiery ejaculations, crushing the stony foundations of destiny. The bottlemen fear the stony unknown and the rocky face of the future. They would hide, but they will not be moved for fear grips their shiny surfaces. They will only melt under the heat of change.