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.
Doodlers unite! At least in writing blogs. Our minds are filled with these things, and they must come out. I doodle at meetings. How about you? Remember when teachers told us doodling is not paying attention? Lies, I tell you, lies!
No doodling is concentrated creative effort, to stay in the boring meeting. Especially when more than half the stuff in the meeting is totally unrelated to your job. At least in school there was motivation: you got tested on those notes you should have been taking.
Hope you are doodling too. This is what I do to a doodle: scan it, color it, upload, and wait three months for comments. Have a nice day.
DOODLING IS MUCHO BUENO
I call this piece the Star Showman. The star is obvious. The idea is for you to create your own story about the piece. Somehow I think of Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5. The colorful background suggests something from the 70’s. Maybe the Partridge family and the Brady bunch. But for me the focus of the art was the “sideshow” feel. You might also think about the “Yellow Submarine,” as the art style reflects a few stretchy sorts, especially Abraham, too tall, Lincoln.
Personally I have always wanted a pair of fish shoes. One if by land, two if by sea.
The Star Showman
Boats of Venice
I wanted to continue exploring the way of drawing photographic materials into a vector design project. Since the last piece, with its concentration of circles, I though I would reconfigure them to to work with symmetry, but thought otherwise — too boring this symmetry work, and getting the pieces of a complex piece put together is difficult and time consuming. So the boats of Venice that I had seen in an earlier google search filtered back through my mind, and voila!
If it were so easy to determine the subject of our dreams, then Venice, would be my night voyage tonight, but who can set his compass before sleep to travel. That would be the life for many, if they could sleep into the boats and take a turn about town. (Might put a hurt on drug dealers as well)
I once enjoyed this cartoon show my sons were watching: Futurama. The main character, Fry, orders a robotic clone of some girl he lusts after, and spends his time frolicing sexually. The show pointed out how senseless life would be if one could have all one desires. Having a dream, even as distant as traveling to Venice keeps one alive. The out of touch draws one forward into the reality of the desire. Having all one desires actually destroys the reality of the desire by corrupting te supporting elements.
Take for instance the daily chores of life. The tasks which one does on the job. The social interactions with all those we come in contact with. Like a famous doctor said of sensual indulgence: “What do you do the rest of the day?”