two eyes on one canvas for a wedding gift, by dan saidman 

Luke 6 : 39 - 12

Can a blind person guide a blind person? Will not both fall into a pit? A disciple is not above the teacher, but everyone who is fully qualified will be like the teacher. Why do you see the speck in your neighbor's eye, but do not notice the log in your own eye?

Ulsan View 

Plague Love

Plague, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Do you believe the plague hype?

Label View 

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blue and
orange
dance
given
eternal
sense
and agony
of the
feathered
walk
on our
street

Fall Day

Rakasha

Contemplation, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Here the Tiger takes a break from the philisophical war in order to observe the un-philisophical sun from the ruby tower of anti-philosophy.

Drunken Style

DSC00555, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

I passed the Hapkido black belt test todayl This is the night before. Notice the rice wine in right hand.

Waving

DSC00386, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

this is ame papastie drawing who sat beside me. he is ambidextic and draws with two hands at the same time. notice the two coloured pens  

memebers of the carfac national at a resturant  

Mirror Self Portrait

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one
two
three
four
sixteen
thirty-two
ways
to ruin
the one
thing
that is sacred
divide
and multiply
the bad
habits
of mess

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bemoaning
what you
saw
the engine
red
calling
what
you've
come
to expect
tingles
of head
and toes

The Rage: It Feel So Good

the carfac agm in toronto 

The Smoky Tiger Versus Philosophy

Socrates, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Here the Smoky Tiger with skin like Krisjna, wearing the crown of the Silla Kings and wielding the frisbee of Chaos delivers a knockout blow to his good friend Socrates.

Rage

Days roll
by and
I wait for
that day
of blue
and orange
rage

Living

Stomach
knots
are the
divine
rule
of laughter

as gesso
dreams
wash
out the
firmament

Life is a
pattern
worth living

Hypothermia by C.Zurzolo

In the middle of a snow storm.
the first sign
of it
my breath
crystallized tears
ache
numb
overcome

if I just lay down
sleep a little
okay
but
who will
wake
me
when
I'm done

this is from carfac agm meeting. above are 4 canadian artists right to left vera frankle, chis carfac ontario, noel harding, and gordon rayner. robin pacific is behind chris 

Smoldering Fire with Sky 2

girl, parliament and pole, redux

same image as the sunny/dark street scene below, w/ some ultra-photoshopping.

oh--macro--i think the trick on that golub one was filter--Texture--and then gesultent or something weird like that.

The Darkness

Daniel

Nourish

Whispers
of the free
squeeze
the bells
ring and
everyone
audits
but have not
cleaned
their ears
to the whispers
of a voice
long wielded
by magic
tricks
and pick up
sticks
the heart
that bleeds
and nourishes

Convoluted

Convolutes
spaghetti
patterns
soul
deflowers
the jets
of colours

Not until
the time
that comes
tomorrow
if it could
even be

Bruce Lee

28-3-24561_2, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations and you're not in this world to live up to mine.

If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.

The less effort, the faster and more powerful you will be.

Take no thought of who is right or wrong or who is better than. Be not for or against.

Muhammed Ali

0541965-CASSIUS_CLAY, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

A rooster crows only when it sees the light. Put him in the dark and he'll never crow. I have seen the light and I'm crowing.

Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.

He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.

I know where I'm going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want.

It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe.

It's not bragging if you can back it up.

The man who has no imagination has no wings.

Giant Squid

giantsquidpic, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

The animal—which measures roughly 25 feet (8 meters) long—was photographed 2,950 feet (900 meters) beneath the North Pacific Ocean. Japanese scientists attracted the squid toward cameras attached to a baited fishing line

Contouring Montreal

In an attempt to get organised, I took a map of montreal and tried to pinpoint the areas where I have done the most drawings. In some cases, like at Zeke's, many drawings have been done, but only one dot has been placed. The areas of drawing congestion, found in Park Lafontaine and along Duluth and St.Laurent is of interest. I can't wait to get my hans on a GPS system so that my movements will actually be drawn as I am drawing!

A Mare Usque Ad Mare

this is photoshoppery #1 of the image that follows.

Peace Tower and Soldiers

This is my attempt at using photoshop to imitate Leon Golub. Not done yet.

knack, poster, lightpole and quality inn

The next three are Blizzo's pics, from my Ottawa trip. Funny-- like dangerman, I've been interested in light poles and street signs in the city landscape for quite a while, and they've showed up in a lot of my images.

war museum and street signs

girl, parliament and pole

this is a series of lamposts from my sketch book. these are lampost from TO 

this is a winnipeg streetpost in the osborne area 

this streetlamp is from my trip in montreal 

Paint this

Collage

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A painting by P. Caulfield that I saw while at the Tate Moderne in 2003.

Know

Why was
it that
you stood
dreaming of
their affect
and their
love bombs
and what
do you
know

Pictures with Words

Life on the Boat I Have Made of Mutilated Dreams

Today I have no sails to trim. So I'm just taking down the main.The storm is over now. The constant change of the world includes this moment where for a time everything is still. Time to take a breath, time to dream, time to check your gear and see if you lost anything. Life is a mystic sailing sailing trip on a boat of mutilated dreams.

No need to take a bearing now. My sextant lays idle down below. The winds have stopped today and I have some time to play with my soul. Eat and sleep, these things are easy now. Now I have no more sails to trim. I can sun myself and lookout at the clear blue sky. I can even get off this ship and swim awhile. But these calm times are bitter sweet. You can't go where your dreams want to take you, but everything else your free to do.

The storm makes it so hard to plot your course. No time to go below and search your maps. But they are useless anyway for no landmarks can you see on the water ill at ease. Hold on. Take down the main and pray. Pray you'll miss those rocks. Pray the lightkeeper has not fallen asleep. Trust your home will take you there. Believe that there are times when you are not in control. Thunder booms along the water echoing only in your soul. But those are not all the days. It's rare for it to be calm too long. You can outlast the storm. And all the times in between you get to live your life.

The wind picks up. You can see her dance on the water and you head for that spot. Slowly lurching ropes and sail to set. Your sails luffing your almost there and yes the ropes pull tight! Did I tie all my knots? Check them quickly. They are your safety here on the sea. Movement. Now you've got it almost. Now that your on the go, you have to trust the wind a little. You go down below. Get your compass. Get your sextant. Find out just where you are. Take a bearing. Then another one. Two points of reference and you are almost there. Now you just need to know two things. You find your direction. Which way do you want to go? And then from where you've just been and where you want to go you can finally plot your course.

But your not done. There is no strait road from here to there. There are no roads when your on a boat. Tack and jive, tack and jive, and tack and jive some more. Criss crossing to where you want to go. Watch the boom go back and forth as you make your way and sail away. Give and take some slack. The sun rises high. Sweat beads on your brow and on your back. It's a labour of love this life and on you go. A beautiful day of sailing, and oh and the wind blows strong! One day it will blow your way. And you watch your speed climbing taking you faster to your destiny.

Life here gets exciting, your no longer moving slowly but cutting across the waters. The ropes are so tight. Crank and crank your mizzen mast. it hurts your home to go this fast. But your flying. Your flying to where you want to go. Let your hand drape over the stern feel the cool water. You are master of your fate here you are the captain of your soul. Life will take you anywhere.

At night after a hard day on the boat, the hunger and thirst the celebration. We are almost there. Make some coffee. Read awhile. Pass the time happily because tomorrow might just be the same. And in your dreams your moving still. The rise and fall of the water outside. Here the sea is holding you. Like a lover beside you breathing, lulling you to sleep. And you can step outside and thank her. But out there is only more. The stars the moon how those sailors first plotted there farthest journeys. They are all still there.

Some days you didn't do enough. The ropes weren't checked and the wind got away. You have to tack and jive too many times. You way is not set. You have to work so hard. So hard and you don't get far. There is almost always a wind. And yes it's taking me there. But you forgot to take your bearing. You went off course. Oh I'm not getting to where I want to go today. Maybe I'll just pull ashore. Find something else to do. It can't always be this hard. And you can enjoy those days too.

For mountains we climbed when the sky was against us. And off in the hills a stranger is playing a tune. It's something you never heard before. It is somewhere you didn't expect to go. And you didn't even know you needed this break. It can't rain all the time. There are flowers here to stop and smell. Life is hard but also it is all well. You pay the harbor master and go out on your way.

Maybe from what you learned of hospitality on your road when you needed help and to know that you are not all alone. Meeting others who knew it was that day just to hard you might decide that you want to restart. And you head out again and maybe you'll go see what that man was singing about across the way. You might just wonder if what your working for is really a priority. Everyone is going somewhere. Who knows where.

And in the end the place I'm trying to get to is just my life as I see it here. For there is one more thing about the boat. You have to live, to live it, and I can't paint it here. There is one more place your dream life can take you. There are not the words to describe the meaning of your life. But I've seen it and it's as real as anything the reason we are all alive. We can all believe it, and get there upon the ark I have here made of mutilated dreams. .

Reach

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Park Lafontaine with Aremis
SO I quickly throw a chicken into an herb mustard marinade and head off with Aremis to Park Lafontaine. After the strong winds of the past few days, there are tree branches everywhere, which Aremis(a lab/golden retriever cross) loves to spend hours gnawing on. I'm sitting there drawing and Aremis is on the banks of the man-made lake, splashing around, gnawing on trees, and wailing all the while. It's a sunny and beautiful autumn day, and people are sunning themselves across the way. Next thing you know, three models appear with a photographer. Two georgeous woman and an equally studly guy. One of the women is in a white fur hat and braless, and the high cheekboned dude looks like daniel day lewis. The cool breeze and sweet light end up being a perfect backdrop for both the photoshoot, and the drawing. I finish the drawing, pick up one more pile of steaming dogshit, and head back home to what will lead to a delicious BBQ. Vive la Montreal!

site gallery is closing. this is a drawing of people at the bridget deion show