Recent and not so recent paintings

I have been painting a lo lately...but I have run out of canvases so it looks like I am done painting for a bit. The Large middle piece has been painted over, the bottom middle piece is sold, bottom right is in the Artstore Gallery in Waterloo, Middle right side , nudes in multi colour has been sold. 

Abstract acrylics...or maybe some of these are expressionism ... I dont really know.

Real Life

Used another disposable camera to photograph nothing in particular.

Hints of yellow, red and blue

Self Portrait

Abstractions

Ive been working on painting a lot of abstract pieces and allowing the paint and tools to dictate themselves and form the painting as I go...It has been a freeing exercise and I will continue to do more.

This can be found at the home of Jordan and Cassie
Acrylic on board

" Solar"
This can be found at the new condo residence of Tinky Rosini
Acrylic on Canvas

Self portrait from the future

ink and paint

Here is a few items from the last week...mostly sketches of 6 fingered hands.


6 fingers. Continued evolution. ink on paper

continued evolution part 2. Ink on paper

Continued evolution part 3. The new being has already started to destroy itself
Ink on paper

Beauty: We are all in this together. Ink on paper

Self loathing. Ink on paper

a quick self portrait. Sharpie on paper

Pin up. Ink on paper

Continued evolution art 4. Water colour and Ink on canvas board

I've heard it all before: Water colour and ink on canvas board

finger prints

I did a few doodles and some writing this weekend. Unintentionally, there were mostly about hands and fingers/finger prints...here is a few of them

Thanksgiving

A poem written while out for a walk today:

Autumn
An autumn afternoon
walking with the dog before thanksgiving dinner
the air is warm
the sky is grey
the ground is wet
squirrels running back and forth
mouths full of harvest
the leaves break the days grey
with highlights of red orange yellow
the grass is green
the sky is grey
I feel sleepy
I walk under a walnut tree
as a gust of wind rattles the fragile leaves
they cling to the branch weakly
they are rattled off
I look up as the yellow leaves cascade over me
the sky is a flurry of yellow arrow heads
the fall all around me, some touching my face
leaving drops of the rain which still clung to them
they are an acrid yellow
they look as though they would taste sour
the ground is covered in fallen, trampled chestnuts
Green gone brown
they look like shit and don't smell much better
the ground is wet
the ground is shit smeared
the air is warm
and the sky is grey
as I walk with the dog before thanksgiving dinner

Writing

Working on putting together a self-published book of poetry and what ever this shit is...here is a few pieces that may or may not be included in the final project.

Scribble/Scratch
I can't think straight
and my pen work is even worse
The seismic movements of my hand
only serves to scar fine white paper
Nothing beautiful comes from my mind
or my hand
Everything is shaky
gone haywire
like a machine detecting a liar
scribble, scratch
I can't think straight
She says she needs a stable man
and me
well, I have vertigo
I can barely hold a pen
and my mind is less reliable now
than it has ever been.

Last supper:
The world is ending!
So run. and dance. and laugh.
All that matters now is joy
the joy that you denied yourself
for the sake of productivity
and peoples perceptions of you.

Morning Ritual:She sleeps nude
She likes the feeling of the sheets against her skin
soft. warm. cotton. womb.
the morning sunlight sneaks past the edges of the blinds
the rays of light cut through the darkness of her room
and illuminate slivers of her face with a lustrous grace
she awakens
stands up out of her bed
she shivers. rubs her eyes.
and stretches out of the dream in which she has just been
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen

Summer Storm
The rain. in sheets.
it blankets me. it comforts me.
a million droplets of company.


At night:
I can bow out
blow a kiss
say goodbye
but my honor wont keep me warm at night
I can wash my hands of you
Turn away from you
Move on from you
but my honor wont keep me warm at night
I can avoid " I love you"s
shut my mouth
tell no lies
but my honor wont keep me warm at night
so instead
Ill kiss you
bite my tongue
and lay by your side
because my honor wont keep me warm at night

Oil Spill

This is a print of a piece I did for the Peace Love Art show that is happening next weekend ( Sat Sept 7 ) at Little Bean Cafe in Kitchener.
The show is a benefit event/art auction to raise money, awareness and support for Sea Shepherds.
The Sea Shepherds fight ocean poaching which is a huge issue these days...I never really do aquatic life pieces but I am opposed to the poaching of animals...and as much as I am bummed on poaching I am equally bummed on the havoc caused by ocean/land oil extraction. I didn't set out to do a painting about oil spills...I usually have no idea what I am doing until the painting is finished..when it was done, to me it represented an oil spill...so I went with it.
Go to the event Sept 7 and bid on some art..there is some seriously amazing submissions and some super cool raffle prizes.

The print is 16x20...the painting is 8x10

Philosophy

a graphic concept that will be materialized for spring 2013

all that really matters