Our ideas about art change with the passage of time. Things I thought often take a complete turn around to their opposite . I sometimes think our ideas change as we change as experience changes us. These two portraits of Jake are a case in point. When these were made I didn't think they were our best effort. Pamela my spouse and I paint these portraits simultaneously, long story short it's sort of a way we can make art together and hang how to the productive end of making portraits.
Portraits of Stu Mead - Pam woke me up Sunday morning saying there is something you are going to like on Facebook. It was this photo of Robert Crumb (R. Crumb) looking at Men Beg the sex magazine Stu Mead and I do together in which my portrait of Stu glows out, ha so cool, very happy. In Europe I'm Stu's plus one we are forever a doubles act with Man Bag and we both do portraits. Lots of portraits boxes full. Stu asked to use this 2009 portrait again for a id photo on his various projects. It's his facebook id pic.
These 5 portraits are from 35mm slides which I scanned to make into sort hybrid Jpegs. Left to right - Julie early 1990's blue dress / orange brown hair/ wire spectacles We made several portraits over time . Julie is a writer and a poet. Next Denise G.; This portrait of Denise is one of several produced in 1998-9 for Portrait Exhibition at Minneapolis Institute of Arts 1999. Tank top long face Man Bag on black tank top (looks nothing like the model maybe the hair do). Next -Portrait of Megan O. (from photo) green and white sports jacket.
Feb. 19, 2013 Frigid Minneapolis - Curators out buying fur coats , collector's with tax man. Museums on auto-play. Bad movies everywhere you look.
Elianna and Rafi are to marry this year. They commissioned my wife Pamela and I to paint a simultaneous portrait of them. Pamela my partner in this bifurcated experiment. Two artists two portraits - I was trying to put this pair of portraits together on the screen. Call me romantic the bride (fomerly of Abbott Avenue South now Brooklyn NY) and the groom we know nothing about him or I don't ,save he had Red Wing boots . Just more New York and Brooklyn. More to follow.
This painting and collage on linen finished in 1999. Called Satanic Housekeeping by Walker Art Center( present owner of this object). Trying to get some focus as temps drop all day. Arctic art zone - ICEPATROL-ARTPOLICE - is that a palidrome or whatever many years ago Al Peters figured it out the same letters in the word Artpolice are in the word Icepatrol hence our disclosure of place by being the hidden Icepatrol. You see the oddness of this all? We have a lot of winter here in neu Sweden. Time sweeps past and bits and pieces are left in her wake.
I began to understand things better as I got older not that that was all that helpful. Seems many people take the path of least resistence like electric current no point in connecting with dead wires. However at some point in one's thinking the thought of self vanishing ( the most personal version of the end of the world) of the infinity of nothingness that lays before us. An urgency took hold of me as an artist as a young man in search of pony dancers and plain girls who have spent many hours in libraries and cooks of all descriptions.
OK proceeding carefully due to malfunctions and my own daydream of arting. When I was younger I was obsessed with the idea of the end of the world. Most especially when I was psychotic and pre-post psychotic in the mid 1970's. I became obsessed with Hebrew Mysticism and the Kabbalah. I have a small library of books just on this subject area. The thing about this obsession was it was really a symptom of my crisis in life. I was at an odd crossroads where all the options were onerus.
Yo, long time no blog, my webmaster and son Sam here on Thanksgiving visit gets my blog to work again. I had some good ideas which perished in a couple of blog crashes, now Sam says the blog is attached to a different type of server that allows one blog site to crash without taking all the other blogs on that server with it. // So I was writing about a large painting that I made in 1970 entering the collections at the Walker Art Center just as I pushed save the text vanished into the electronic abyss.