I woke up the other day and I had this image in my head, it was so clear and seemed to capture my feelings, especially in light of the people in power. A Black and white short haired terrier-like dog laying on its back legs spread wide -a submissive pose. The dog's face was that of Paul Ryan, looking up at its master. The master was wearing black motorcycle or riding boots, tight light Khaki riding trousers & tight long sleeve shirt. This individual was straddling the dog, looking down. The back of his hands rested against his ample waist and gripped in one hand a long black riding crop. At the ready. The face was that of Donald Trump.
The news be it fake or real it is not pleasant, the people coming into power are thinking not of their children, or their children's children, they are only thinking of amassing ever-increasing fortunes, regardless the cost, or who will pay the bill. Yes, It's a Hard Rain's Gonna Fall.
this is a slide show of sorts details of several pen and ink drawings done around 2009. The title is from a book of Poems and short stories by Vincent Quatroche. "Notations from Gridville" describes so much, these drawings reflect that time and place, but only a slice of the whole picture.
It’s one in the morning or there’s abouts, I’m forcing myself to sit in the studio, looking at what I have done and considering what there is yet to do. Making isn’t as easy as it use to be - I constantly question the validity of making work when all around me are concerns about sustainability, racism, extremism, wars, ecological meltdown, and it’s always someone else's fault, isn’t it?
I vow to take responsibility for my actions, my life, my way of living. That's where change has to start.
Listening to Roger Eno, there's a beauty and serenity in the music.
I sometimes feel like a butterfly flitting around from thing to thing, seeking sustenance. There is this painting I've just finished (i think ) it's an abstraction of a Samurai I think it needs more work but I am afraid I will damage it, I will dance around it until I am willing to take my brush to it and continue to build. The flow of the brush the letting of the paint flow feels good, also working on small pen drawings filling up the page, I think there needs to be a distillation of marks, it’s not like I don’t have enough paper.
It’s like I’m starting all over again, and again, and again.
After the Election, it's difficult to get moving - but what I sense is an overwhelming compulsion to get back to work, teaching, being present to others. I have a choice, I can be angry or I can put my time and talent towards the service of change. Making, creating, being of service seems to matter to me most at the moment.
Day of The Dead Skull 2016, ink on plastic skull 6"