Bono sans entrouge!Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
More faces, masks and eyes
This is my friend Tara with Bonny Prince Bono, defender of the Freelands and Guardian of the Hilldwellers or something like that.She met 'im when she was in Boston at a conference of some sort.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Ends
I mutter under my breath
about the
cigarette end calling cards
left on my front stoop
peeking out the welcome mat
buried under mud
from your shoe
fossils that burned
in midden
long ago
a man explained that mine
were always
straight and stood at attention
in a glass ashtray
balanced on my window sill
he noticed
one squashed and twisted
from someone else’s mouth
had shared the spot
and me
today
I notice their cotton
and the gold letters
pressed on their collars
little soliders
this time all mine
in the sunshine
I survey the little bones
on the palm of my hand
where I map out all that remains.
about the
cigarette end calling cards
left on my front stoop
peeking out the welcome mat
buried under mud
from your shoe
fossils that burned
in midden
long ago
a man explained that mine
were always
straight and stood at attention
in a glass ashtray
balanced on my window sill
he noticed
one squashed and twisted
from someone else’s mouth
had shared the spot
and me
today
I notice their cotton
and the gold letters
pressed on their collars
little soliders
this time all mine
in the sunshine
I survey the little bones
on the palm of my hand
where I map out all that remains.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
The Decline of Western Civilization
We all suspected it was true..........
http://parisfacial.ytmnd.com/
(this is not gross or inappropriate for anyone, any age)
http://parisfacial.ytmnd.com/
(this is not gross or inappropriate for anyone, any age)
Walking Paintings
I haven't figured out the proper compression rate yet...but you get the idea. Link Me baby!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monkey See, Monkey Do
If you accept the proposition, as many do, that imitation learning is the swiftest way to proficiency in the arts, a certain obligation comes with your process. Sooner or later you must give a personal spin and attempt to raise your standards beyond that of your imitated master. Apart from being valuable in the building of self-esteem, this move is vital to wider acceptance and is more in harmony with the idealized wisdom of art history. There is a price to pay if you don't. In the words of landscape painter A. Y. Jackson, "Those who follow are always behind."
Monday, April 23, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Music of the Sun
Click the picture to read about how coronal loops present on the sun carry acoustic information like a musical instrument.
...
Or just try to imagine what it might sound like.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Field Journal, entry #2: April 17, 2007
(not so funny as the last... I apologize in advance!)
I see your eyes, Toronto
the way you hid them from
me, the way
you look at
nothing, to remind me
that this city (these cities)
could swallow me up and I could
forget my name,
even,
forget that I'm alive.
But I have too much
momentum for you now,
Toronto,
too much speed,
sometimes faster than
I know how to move.
But you've got your big-city style,
your nights,
grey seasons, and
you've got your dark corners, too,
your alleyways,
tenements,
skeletons in your
mighty oak closets,
Toronto.
Your many nations
float by me on the streets,
all of us silent
under your hum your
hum-hum-brahma-hum,
your bleach-blond hair
you're
ummmmm...
trailing off already and I can't
hear you quite as clear though
I'm still here, Toronto,
in your streets still
sleeping between your grey sheets,
Toronto
I've been your
unfaithful lover and
now I'm going home.
I see your eyes, Toronto
the way you hid them from
me, the way
you look at
nothing, to remind me
that this city (these cities)
could swallow me up and I could
forget my name,
even,
forget that I'm alive.
But I have too much
momentum for you now,
Toronto,
too much speed,
sometimes faster than
I know how to move.
But you've got your big-city style,
your nights,
grey seasons, and
you've got your dark corners, too,
your alleyways,
tenements,
skeletons in your
mighty oak closets,
Toronto.
Your many nations
float by me on the streets,
all of us silent
under your hum your
hum-hum-brahma-hum,
your bleach-blond hair
you're
ummmmm...
trailing off already and I can't
hear you quite as clear though
I'm still here, Toronto,
in your streets still
sleeping between your grey sheets,
Toronto
I've been your
unfaithful lover and
now I'm going home.
Advice?
Okay, folks...
I need advice.
A certain local daily newspaper which I am known to write for on occasion has, for the *3rd friday in a row* failed to pay me for the work I did for them in March. I was told by an editor last week that they would "look into it". Haven't heard back from him, nor have I been paid. Obviously they will pay me eventually, and I can live without the money for another week, but to me, this seems to require some very definitive action on my part.
Thoughts?
I need advice.
A certain local daily newspaper which I am known to write for on occasion has, for the *3rd friday in a row* failed to pay me for the work I did for them in March. I was told by an editor last week that they would "look into it". Haven't heard back from him, nor have I been paid. Obviously they will pay me eventually, and I can live without the money for another week, but to me, this seems to require some very definitive action on my part.
Thoughts?
Thursday, April 19, 2007
D & D
Sometimes I feel this way...
Healing from the outside is required...
battling surly giants...
Not to mention that I am a D & D nerd...
Anyway....Larry Elmore...one of the Staff artists from the late 80's at TSR (the D&D parent company) was one of my favorites... Keith Parkinson, really changed the way I paint...
Illustrators...
what can be said...
Nice work cats.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
blue
You and I
journey twilight
everyday and together
I look back
into you
my mirror
dark eyes
that smile
and ask for a song
together
our heart knows the words
and
between almost homes
you let slip that
we are the two saddest girls
in the whole world
journey twilight
everyday and together
I look back
into you
my mirror
dark eyes
that smile
and ask for a song
together
our heart knows the words
and
between almost homes
you let slip that
we are the two saddest girls
in the whole world
The End Of the World
COME TO THE ALBERT THIS SATURDAY NIGHT AT 8:30!!!!
ULTRA MEGA
GODKINGS
LONELY VULCANS
what`s going on?
April 16th Memorial Website
Virginia Tech expresses its shock and profound sorrow regarding the tragic campus shootings of April 16, 2007. To honor and remember the victims, this website has been created so those within the university community and around the world may share condolences, thoughts, and prayers.
Virginia Tech staff will moderate this website, and ask that comments remain civil and appropriate. Please be patient as comments are reviewed before posting, and as we are receiving literally hundreds of comments per hour.
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Virginia Tech expresses its shock and profound sorrow regarding the tragic campus shootings of April 16, 2007. To honor and remember the victims, this website has been created so those within the university community and around the world may share condolences, thoughts, and prayers.
Virginia Tech staff will moderate this website, and ask that comments remain civil and appropriate. Please be patient as comments are reviewed before posting, and as we are receiving literally hundreds of comments per hour.
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Monday, April 16, 2007
Comic Book Nerd
This was the cheapest painting I`ve ever done! $11 of acrylics from a dollar store. It`s roughly 18`x10`. I suppose it`ll never be finished, between my and my boys additions. This was a result of bringing my paintings to the Label. Blank white wall in basement makes Waterman go crazy....
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Gregor
This is a drawing of a musicial performance by Gregor at the Label Gallery on April 15th, 2007. The way he created what I would describe as a 'sound environment' with his loops and samples, seamlessly overlayed with guitar, bass and the most Holy Organ, was quite an entertaining experience.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Field Journal, entry #1: April 13, 2007
I have arrived in this large eastern village, and am surprised to find the weather here to be much colder than where I set out from.
The name of this village is strange to me, but it is pronounced: Tohr-aun-toe.
My guide, a member of the local population who has proved himself friendly and useful, has furnished me with a small room in which to sleep. The people of his culture are strangely attracted to a small box that flashes light very quickly, and in colourful patterns. I have noticed that they will spend hours simply gazing at the light-box.
Today I participated in a ritual involving the males of this culture. I entered a small room with them, full of some sort of equipment, and we began to make a primitive kind of music. This seemed to make them all happy, and so I participated.
On the walk home, my guide made me to understand, through gestures and sounds, that a large raveen we passed by had once contained a creek, full of salmon, but that his culture had buried this creek in order to build their large village around it. He made me to understand that this was a very sad event, and a grave mistake that his people had made.
The name of this village is strange to me, but it is pronounced: Tohr-aun-toe.
My guide, a member of the local population who has proved himself friendly and useful, has furnished me with a small room in which to sleep. The people of his culture are strangely attracted to a small box that flashes light very quickly, and in colourful patterns. I have noticed that they will spend hours simply gazing at the light-box.
Today I participated in a ritual involving the males of this culture. I entered a small room with them, full of some sort of equipment, and we began to make a primitive kind of music. This seemed to make them all happy, and so I participated.
On the walk home, my guide made me to understand, through gestures and sounds, that a large raveen we passed by had once contained a creek, full of salmon, but that his culture had buried this creek in order to build their large village around it. He made me to understand that this was a very sad event, and a grave mistake that his people had made.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Clarence Tillenius: National Treasure at the Vault Gallery April 13 07
There was one section that had his last painting with his right arm, and the first with his left. You could not tell the difference if it wasn't mentioned. (I'm sure he could though)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Messy Studios?
(a continuation to the studio posts of late...)
MIX magazineCall for SubmissionsDeadline : May 7, 2007
Calling all artists : is your studio space a chamber of chaos? Or is it an oasis of organization? Either way, MIX magazine wants to see it! For our upcoming Work Issue, we’re seeking photographs of artists’ studios, because we know our readers are dying to twitch back the curtains and peek into your workspaces. (And frankly, we are too!)Interested? Then e-mail small, low-res images to katy@mixmagazine.com with the word “Studio†in the subject line not later than May 7, 2007. Please note that only artists whose studios are selected for publication will be contacted.
I can't wait to have a look!
Katy McDevittSenior EditorMIX
magazinekaty@mixmagazine.com
(sorry for some of the weired characters. silly new blogger)
MIX magazineCall for SubmissionsDeadline : May 7, 2007
Calling all artists : is your studio space a chamber of chaos? Or is it an oasis of organization? Either way, MIX magazine wants to see it! For our upcoming Work Issue, we’re seeking photographs of artists’ studios, because we know our readers are dying to twitch back the curtains and peek into your workspaces. (And frankly, we are too!)Interested? Then e-mail small, low-res images to katy@mixmagazine.com with the word “Studio†in the subject line not later than May 7, 2007. Please note that only artists whose studios are selected for publication will be contacted.
I can't wait to have a look!
Katy McDevittSenior EditorMIX
magazinekaty@mixmagazine.com
(sorry for some of the weired characters. silly new blogger)
A little tasty bit from a CBC e-article
Letter from Winnipeg
Puddle jumping and gallery hopping on the last, last day of winter
By Guy Maddin April 5, 2007
Finally, we’re all off to The Label Gallery, where The Dead Indians are performing an all-ages show. Rapper Wab Kinew makes my eyes mist over when he sings Hood 2 Hood, which contains shout-outs to Ellice Avenue and Orioles Community Club, two childhood haunts of mine. This mistiness stays with me the rest of the evening.
more here
Puddle jumping and gallery hopping on the last, last day of winter
By Guy Maddin April 5, 2007
Finally, we’re all off to The Label Gallery, where The Dead Indians are performing an all-ages show. Rapper Wab Kinew makes my eyes mist over when he sings Hood 2 Hood, which contains shout-outs to Ellice Avenue and Orioles Community Club, two childhood haunts of mine. This mistiness stays with me the rest of the evening.
more here
On the Work to be Done, by Kurt Vonnegut
Image taken in 1952 by Vonnegut's wife Edie-- image and text from Rollingstone.com(i apologize that this is a bit long-- but only long in computer screen terms! Approx reading time-- three minutes, and it's well worth it!)
On the Work to Be Done
Acclaimed writer Kurt Vonnegut ruminates on the American Dream and the fate of the planet in the dawn of the twenty-first century
KURT VONNEGUT
This article originally appeared in the May 28, 1998 issue of Rolling Stone.
The only specifically American inventions that have made this a better world are Alcoholics Anonymous and jazz, and jazz has no bad side effects.
But one piece of AA's advice to recovering addicts, that they live one day at a time, so infects the brains of those who are wrecking the planet as a life-support system nowadays, recovering addicts or not, that it might as well be Hong Kong chicken flu or mad-cow disease. To have gotten through Tuesday, say, with an atmosphere still breathable and water still potable at bedtime is for those so afflicted to be as happy as pigs in shit, so to speak.
Some accomplishment!
Rolling Stone has asked me to discover what the American Dream looks like in the mind of some young person of my acquaintance, with the year 2000 hanging over his or her head by a thread, like the sword of Damocles. Without even looking into such a mind, I can offer at least this much comfort: The year 2000 has come and gone, and damned if we didn't survive it!
Listen: The best information we have today is that Jesus was born in 5 B.C., or five years before Himself. Chalk that up as another miracle! Yes, and that means that the 2,000th year of the Christian era was what we mistakenly called "1995."
What apocalypse, what test of our determination to go on living, did we endure back then? Friends and neighbors, young and old alike, think a minute, think TV.
It was the O.J. Simpson case!
As for our young:
Those who graduate from high school or college this spring are not Generation X or Y, as envious middle-aged baby boomers have been pleased to tag them. They are as much Generation A as Adam and Eve were, as the middle-aged baby boomers, their parents, used to be.
As I read the Book of Genesis, God didn't give Adam and Eve a whole planet.
He gave them a manageable piece of property, for the sake of discussion let's say 200 acres.
I suggest to you Adams and Eves that you set as your goals the putting of some small part of the planet into something like safe and sane and decent order.
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There's a lot of cleaning up to do.
There's a lot of rebuilding to do, both spiritual and physical.
And, again, there's going to be a lot of happiness. Don't forget to notice!
What painters and sculptors and writers do, incidentally, is put very small properties indeed into good order, as best they can.
A painter thinks, "I can't fix the whole planet, but I can at least make this square of canvas what it ought to be." And a sculptor thinks the same thing about a lump of clay or marble. A writer thinks the same about a piece of paper, conventionally eleven inches long and eight-and-a-half inches wide.
We're talking about something less than 200 acres, aren't we?
If not you, then surely your children will see the day when not one drop of petroleum and not one whiff of natural gas is left to power any sort of machinery, or cook or heat or light anything, and precious little coal. Junkyard!
Chilblains in the wintertime, and darkness indoors and out when the sun goes down? Light a candle made from the fat of a lower, dumber, deader animal? Who's got a wooden match when there are no trees? Our century should be called this: the Age of the Planet Gobblers. We, the ancestors of all Generation A's still to come, inherited an aromatic, juicy blue-green planet, and we ate it up!
In our defense, we can only say, "We never asked to be born such prolific, voracious creatures in the first place. It would have been much better for all concerned if we had been sea lions instead, provided, of course, that nobody else got to be a human being, or a great white shark, or a killer whale."
Meanwhile, there is jazz, which, as I've said, has no harmful side effects. And I am put in mind now of a lawsuit against a pharmaceutical manufacturer years back, in which the plaintiff's lawyer had this to say about a certain pill, a nostrum that might be likened to our indifference to what we are doing to our environment: "Death is not an acceptable side effect."
This article originally appeared in the May 28, 1998 issue of Rolling Stone.
Vonnegut Dies at 84
Many of his novels were best-sellers. Some also were banned and burned for suspected obscenity. Vonnegut took on censorship as an active member of the PEN writers’ aid group and the American Civil Liberties Union. The American Humanist Association, which promotes individual freedom, rational thought and scientific skepticism, made him its honorary president.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
ANNOUNCEMENT
This is to announcement is designed to hereby announce:
1. ULTRAMEGA AND THE GOD-KINGS will be performing at the Royal Albert on APRIL 21st.
theme: the twilight of the God-kings
all godkings are hereby requested to report to the langside lounge 453-3819 asap for further instructions.
Spring is Here!
Finally, I can ride my bike!!
P.S. I sincerely hope this image will generate no controversy, unless you hate spring...
Portage Ave. East
So... this series is still going. I'm somewhere around 1200 images I think, and I've recently been organizing them in 4 sections-- two for east, two for west. And then, each section will become a short slide show/video, and I got a couple chums puttin' 'em to music.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Billy's Balloon
Billy's" Balloon<3
I hope this works, and doesn't break the censorship rules! Haha! Funny, funny stuff for those of the darker side of the force!
I hope this works, and doesn't break the censorship rules! Haha! Funny, funny stuff for those of the darker side of the force!
Monday, April 09, 2007
A Love for Art
With the new Adsense trying to figure out what adds are relevant to this blog I just wanted to remind us (and it) why we are here again...
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Think of the Children!?!
This post is dedicated to all the things that should/shouldn't be censored from the blog.
From the the point of view of anyone who accidently views this blog, or even comes on purpose maybe we should avoid posting images of the following:
Beer Bottles, Wine Bottles and/or Drunks - Promotes Alcohol
Japanese Maples - They look too much like a certain plant
Naked People - Private parts, shirtless people, you name it, no nudity AT ALL. Not even a boobie.
And anything else which could be offensive.
(feel free to add to this list, or take away from this list)
There's a lot of art out there that fits under this hood right? Sure, some art should be engaging, therein lies the argument. I'd suggest approaching each image/word as neutral as possible and consider what should be posted.
Or does it matter? Of course it matters.
From the the point of view of anyone who accidently views this blog, or even comes on purpose maybe we should avoid posting images of the following:
Beer Bottles, Wine Bottles and/or Drunks - Promotes Alcohol
Japanese Maples - They look too much like a certain plant
Naked People - Private parts, shirtless people, you name it, no nudity AT ALL. Not even a boobie.
And anything else which could be offensive.
(feel free to add to this list, or take away from this list)
There's a lot of art out there that fits under this hood right? Sure, some art should be engaging, therein lies the argument. I'd suggest approaching each image/word as neutral as possible and consider what should be posted.
Or does it matter? Of course it matters.
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