Ahah! Any of four places.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Testing blogsy
No idea yet where this will end up.
Ahah! Any of four places.
Easy to drag a photo from IG. What else can I drag here. How about from YouTube.
Ahah! Any of four places.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
recent paintings, 2
this set has more than one panel, on canvas, wood, etc
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| borneo oil on canvas, wood, metal |
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| the color of now oil on wood, canvas |
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| deep roots oil, sharpie, canvas, bamboo |
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| don't think oil on canvas |
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| at the edge of the park oil on canvas |
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| fun factory oil on canvas |
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| go for it oil, sharpie on canvas, wood |
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| high tide oil oncanvas |
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| occupy this & that oil, on canvas, wood |
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| turn here oil on wood, canvas, metal |
recent paintings, 1
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| easy does it oil on canvas |
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| the funny bone oil, sharpie, cement on metal |
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| game on oil on canvas |
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| hang in there oil on canvas |
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| home free oil on canvas |
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| the instagramers oil, sharpie on canvas |
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| it's a draw oil on canvas |
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| you're the one oil on canvas |
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| you win oil on canvas |
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
ptg 16_2012 -- the fun factory
Calling it 'the fun factory' for now. Oil on two different sized canvases.
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| the fun factory |
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
ptg 12_2012 -- red river
"Red river"
Oil on canvas.
On the video my first ever recordings using the fire2 field recorder app: one by the Food Front checkout counter and HK singing while she was driving.
Oil on canvas.
On the video my first ever recordings using the fire2 field recorder app: one by the Food Front checkout counter and HK singing while she was driving.
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| red river |
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
ptg 09_2012 -- the iphoneographer
oil on canvas
it took longer to make the video than the painting
it took longer to make the video than the painting
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| the iphoneographer |
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
ptg 08, 2012 -- the instagramer
Combo painting/drawing. Oil and sharpie on canvas.
click for larger image
click for larger image
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| the instagramer |
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
ptg 07, 2012 -- just go do it
Painting with a leg. Oil on canvas and shaped wood. The wood piece an afterthought.
I've avoided the basement and paints long enough.
Not sure if finished or a work in progress.
I've avoided the basement and paints long enough.
Not sure if finished or a work in progress.
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| upper part |
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| lower part |
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| detail |
Saturday, March 17, 2012
why do you metaphor
Made marks with sharpie on this 6x6 inches oil on canvas piece. First worked on it last January 23.
First time I posted here using the blog app. Took the picture and processed it in iPhone as well. At this rate who needs a computer?
First time I posted here using the blog app. Took the picture and processed it in iPhone as well. At this rate who needs a computer?
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| why do you metaphor |
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
ptg 06, 2012 -- yellow birds
two 5x6 inch paintings, oil & sharpie on canvas..
for the 'birds of a feather' window show at blackfish next month
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
ptg 04, 2012
Two little paintings, oil on canvas, 5x6x1.5 inches each. Gets somewhat claustrophobic working this small. The President Hoover figure in the photo is not part of the painting.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
dying dream
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| Internal dialogue, oil on canvas, 10.5 x 19" 2003 |
Had a weird dream. I was waiting to die. Was aware of a few others in the same situation. We were in a graduation-from-planet-Earth kind of place. It was imminent. I was supposed to be moving on. It's my turn. So what's with this. Why am I still breathing? I get up. I want some food, man. Had not been eating in preparation for the transition, you see. I was supposed to ingest some ash-like substance to hasten the process. I get up and walk over to what appears to be a mall. I sit against a wall waiting for the end. Some stranger looks at me who seems to know what I'm going through, emanating compassion and understanding. I feel it. Then the figure rushed on to an appointed errand.
Usually I can't recall my dreams but when I woke up it was all still so vivid, as if I just stepped aside from the dream. It got me thinking. Is my end as a physical being near? My time on earth. It will definitely end, sooner or later. I thought of a friend who died recently... as I type this, one other friend as well. Physically we're not immortals but I believe there's a part of us that keeps moving on, soul, spirit, whatever you want to call it. It is what animates the flesh, blood and bones. It is the greater, the more real you and me. The body a complex, wonderful organism but temporary.
Went downstairs to pee, mentioning my dream to H. She said, better not take you to the mall next time. Yesterday I drove her to the Clackamas Town Center. While she shopped for clothes I checked out a 55-300mm Nikkor lens for the camera. Didn't get it. Gotta watch expenses closely with for now limited cash inflow. Getting sidetracked.
When I started writing this I didn't know whether to publish it on this artblog, or whether to start another, more personal blog. In the past year I've thought about starting another blog focused on trading. Although I still have a passion for trading I have not really figured out yet how to make money from it. So three separate blogs or mix them all up? Then there's also the daily photos thing at blipfoto. Don't know where to stick this in. If here then stop calling this an artblog.*
Blog, blip it... which way?
As I said earlier this dying dream got me thinking. If I croak now what did I leave? Some paintings, not much and not that good really. Made a few friends along the way and not that close. My relationship with siblings and relatives not well developed. Marriage is fine I think. Spend most of my time on the computer. So here I am with Macbook air on lap. What is my lifework? Well, I existed. The life experience all by itself is good enough. It doesn't have to be great or extraordinary. Ordinary is fine, thank you, but if I want it to be more fun, not just so-so what else would I go for? Before I board the move-on-dot-org bus? My days are numbered. I'm aware of that. What still excites me?
At breakfast H says, sorry you had a nightmare. Nothing like that at all. It was most natural and I wasn't worried, except it made me stop and think for a while. Not so much about death-- caterpillar to butterfly, that's all it is, not being tethered anymore to the physical. Life in the physical is wonderful. It's great to have feet to walk the earth with, or at least around the house in, hands to, among other things paint with, physical fingers to type these words with and so on.
The earth is teeming with human beings, all unique and very, very real. Plant life, animal life, what have you. Quite a privilege just being here, going from experience to experience, from day to day. There is something beautiful in the most mundane thing. Question is, am I waiting to die or waiting to live? What is it that truly matters?
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* Update, January 19, 2012
Changing title from artblog to blog.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
2007 blackfish video
I found this old video that HKoba and I did of my show at Blackfish back in 2007 at the opening. I don't remember posting it here back then. So here it is.
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