Babylon Painting reworked


Painting remains a lively interprise.  At it’s heart resides a fundamental paradox, an ambiguity that vexes–as well as propels– the effort to unify illusory,  representational space with the  “abstract” space of the picture plane.

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It is best to set things up.  The creator must throw down the gauntlet with the editor in the struggle over kingship of the creative soul. Or a more peaceful analogy might be that of a Koan one presents oneself.  One that can only be answered by physical engagement with the work.

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New painting


Acrylic paint tends to abstraction–the state of which I am no stranger.  Sometimes you have to make a big shift and challange assumptions about the absract/figurative dichotomy.  After all, what is abstraction anyway?
Blake thought of it as ultimate negation of life force by the reasoning power

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Studio Scene


I’m starting several large canvases all at once in hopes a theme will present itself.
The key is find right proportion between intent and accident.   This is Golden Proportion.

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New Painting


Here is the start of my next painting.   I am taking a different tack–laying down washes of color without preconceived ideas about content.  But what a painting’s subject is remains open to debate.  As Barnett Newman said, the subject of a painting is often confused with the objects represented in it.  This is another way of understanding content.

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Collage–Books I love.


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Surf camp painting


Here is a painting from mid-90′s. 
Setting up camp was part of the process of creating this painting. Tarpology is a fine art.

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Babylon Painting 2


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Babylon saga–Skirmish with the Atheists

Captain Lanyard bent over a yellowed chart: “There’s death at every bend of this blasted river. There are treacherous sandbanks that can sink this tin-pot vessel in seconds and bandits that will slit your throat for a song. Here,” he pointed a bony finger at the chart, “is the passage of Is Geria. Winds can funnel between those rocks like the fiends of hell.”

“Aye, on top of that, the very guards appointed by the museum trustees who sponsor these excavations deal in the illicit trade of artifacts. Their collusion with Turkish authorities can land innocent shippers like us in jail. Are ye ready to ship out on such a mission, lad?”

“What exactly is our mission, Captain?”dream ziggurat

He turned again to the window and said:

“The illicit trade in antiquities is nearly as old as civilization itself. These sites had already been plundered in ancient times by nomad treasure seekers who sold to dealers in Bagdad. Babylon was already a ruin when Alexander the Great tried, unsuccessfully, to restore the glories of Nebuchadnezzar’s reign.”

“Now the plunder is conducted on an industrial scale by the Levant Company. The stones of Ishtar’s Temple are looted to build the brutal towers of Tomorrowland and the stolen images of the Holy Immortals now entice consumers, like sheep, into endless malls of mediocrity.  This must be stopped.”

The Samamaris steamed past the tents of goat herds and armed horsemen whose dark eyes followed her wake with unconcealed contempt.

At last, we came the to archeological site led by the Reverend Cornelius Pritchard who, under the auspices of the Philadelphia Academy, had undertaken excavations to find physical verification of Biblical scripture. The sensational finds of British archeologists had awakened an American interest in antiquity, and this, along with a fervor to prove the superiority of the Christian faith, had led these august bodies to sponsor digs in Mesopotamia.

Captain Lanyard yelled out the wheelhouse door: “Man the docklines! Ya swab!”

He then hailed the engine room:

“Slowly now, Mister Budge…”

I threw the docklines to a stout man on the dock who I took to be Reverend Pritchard.

“Welcome Brethren,” he called.

We made fast, and walked up the bank toward the encampment while the Reverend held forth with pious, stentorian eloquence:

“Yes pilgrims, We’ve found potsherds in an alluvial deposit at 60 feet. Below that, with God’s blessing, we are certain to find the lost city of the Nephilim– those whose evil ways brought down God’s wrath with a devastating flood!”

Just then, there was the loud report of a gunshot.  A bullet whizzed overhead.

“Hit the deck!” yelled Captain Lanyard. We dove behind a low dune.

The Reverend said: “It’s the blasted French atheists!”

He grabbed a carbine and returned fire, all the while expostulating in fine preacherly style:

“The nihilist heretics are encamped yonder. Thy want to reach the pre-deluvial city in a missguided effort to prove that the Good Book is fiction–that the site proves the layers below the silt deposits are merely evidence of a recurrent, natural phenomenon. They will soon regret the errors of their blasphemous ways when they are consigned to eternal hellfire!”

With that, he fired a volley into the mud brick of a distant mound.

There was silence. Then a loud oath was heard from the opposite camp:

“Sacre Bleu!”

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Babylon Collage 15


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