tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15676206900175408952024-03-12T21:53:52.209-07:00The Crackerbarrel SurrealistThe Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-60149635494412804782017-12-01T11:53:00.001-08:002017-12-01T12:19:36.398-08:00Sunday-Go-To-Meeting Best<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I</span></b> am obsessed with sketchbooks. I would say that through the years they have been utilized more than any other media. Many are dog-eared and have pages pulled away from the spine...some are 20 years old, but for the most part...most of them are in pretty decent archival condition. I have held onto them tightly, but I have also bartered, sold, or given a few away (much to my chagrin at this point in my life). I guess I can be thought of as a sketchbook hoarder; but occasionally these page-bound galleries have served me well in further creative endeavors.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>F</b></span>or instance, this image embedded within this blog illustrates that point quite well. Every image you see has been distilled from various sketchbook images. Even the sand and grass are copied and pasted from scanned pages. Although not every page has been scanned from the books, I have created a substantial repository of many images.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>O</b></span>ccasionally, I will peruse the folders in search of creative titillation and inspiration to create a new composition. Stories naturally develop as you introduce characters into a setting. Composition (aka...the "feng shui" of the page) acts as a catalyst to bind the elements together...a Surrealist's lynchpin mechanism to bind unrelated elements together into a cognitive narrative soup.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">O</span></b>f course I must add digital coloring to the mix to further enhance and blend the components into more of a cohesive spatial property. During this process, alterations are constantly in flux...scale and tone also has to be considered since I want some pieces to have a more dominant inflection, and letting others flow towards the sublime.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>he general idea is to let the eye roam around as if in a gallery. A one-piece must communicate it's message through incremental beats and pauses (alternating between dominance and submission) embedded within the overall composition. The goal is not to impede the optical ebb and flow created by your aesthetic stream.The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-58588043308979591372015-07-30T03:18:00.003-07:002015-07-30T03:20:15.552-07:00Unicyclist in Ire Neck of the Woods<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> A</span></b>s you have most likely noted before, I enjoy visual drollness. The worlds of Edward Gorey and Charles Addams makes me glow with a felicitous chagrin! Almost every one of my preposterous preponderances are saturated in satire, sarcasm, or just plain silliness. One of my latest endeavors into this realm is the depiction of a "lusus naturae" casually rolling through a neighborhood on its misaligned/maligned single-wheeled contraption. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>M</b></span>onstrosity or not...this is us! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are all uninformed, deviated, malformed receptacles of derisory flesh. For certain, each of us has felt self-conscious...socially ill-fitting...bereft of confidence and still found the will to lumber on. Well, this ain't this guy. He is totally adept in this world; he feels right at home in this vicinaged milieu. He is out for a stroll on his mechanized monstrosity and is feeling great. There is the message...feel good in your own skin...we all need to find a place we can fit in...yeah, even if it's all by ourselves.</span><br />
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<br />The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-39986082601965797942014-03-30T05:13:00.000-07:002014-10-21T01:47:56.731-07:00Organic Prefabrication<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> I</b></span> am fascinated by structures and textured surfaces. In reality I couldn't build anything with refinement. My dad was a carpenter for good part of his working life and yet I never really was able to build things...however, I have a deep appreciation for carpentry and masonry (both the the process and result). I remember going with Pop on work-sites and marveling at how he and the crew sawed and nailed the wooded house frames, positioned and secured the walls, laid out Sheetrock and secured the roof shingles. It was back breaking work...my dad would come home after a hot NC summer and have my mom peel away his shirt and he would lay in the floor to cool off.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">W</span>hile at Pop's work-sites, I would play around with scraps...balance the pieces into lego-like configurations...hyperbolize chucks of wood and brick into imaginary palaces and surreal alien sets. I never lost that wonder...that curiosity for balance and isolation...for desolation and creation...for existence and etherealness. Perhaps that is why I love Edward Hopper's edifical paintings...Yves Tanguy's surreal otherworldly constructions/cognitions...and Roger Dean's profoundly iconic (and bong-worthy) album covers.</div>
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<br />The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-35224808408976619432014-02-15T03:56:00.001-08:002014-02-15T03:56:18.886-08:00DaVinci's "Visi Monstruosi"<i>"There has never been an artist who was more fittingly , and without qualification, described as a genius. The shadow of a great genius is a peculiar thing...Leonardo's was a chilling shadow, too deep, too dark, too overpowering."</i> ~Sister Wendy Beckett~ from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sister-Painting-Enhanced-Expanded-Edition/dp/0789468050" target="_blank"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Sister Wendy's Story of Painting</i></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">L</span>eonardo DaVinci's sublime ethereal genius has long fascinated me. But of all his magical conjurings...his brilliant art techniques...his mechanical workings, I am most enamored with his ongoing <a href="http://www.drawingsofleonardo.org/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #a64d79;">sketchbook </span></a>studies. These visualizations + his methodical thought processes offer up his most personal meanderings...his questions of life...his pondering of possibilities...his imaginativenesses of <i><b>what if</b></i>! But to me some of his show stoppers are his wacky "grotesque" head studies!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">W</span></b>hy...you ask. Leonardo's "whimsical" caricatures are so fascinating to me because they demonstrate a satirical "Lowbrow" injection into the staunch conservatism of how we view Renaissance art. He had a curiosity about all things natural, and what could be more natural than the antithesis of "beauty". Despite his outward projection of portrait perfections like the Mona Lisa, Lady with an Ermine, or St. John the Baptist...where he catered to an obvious pursuit of aesthetic "beauty", he also appreciated that perfection is not always as interesting as "imperfection".<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>he age was awash in monstrous imagery...particularly the North (Netherlands) where Hieronymus Bosch put the sharpest spin on fantastical demons and the muck ridden populace. His shapely pious visions would have been polarized to DaVinci's more secular studies.Bosch's visions derived from his deeply religious inclinations was his personalized sermons...visual translations of biblical sermons and folklore.<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> </span>Like DaVinci, the meanings of Bosch's visual metaphors have been lost through the ages. The pair were contemporaries but I have never heard of them crossing paths. Ha! What a dazzling collaboration that would have been!!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">O</span></b>n a personal note, both of these artist's sketches have impacted my own work. I am profoundly inspired by both artists' counterbalanced perspectives...their echoing visions penetrate and resonate deep inside my psyche. Their surreal objectivity...their juxtaposed aesthetics...their perverse cognitive explorations, draw me...draw these "Monstruosi" in...make me ponder over good/evil...happy/sad...real/unreal.</div>
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<br />The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-85227567450120238112014-01-15T03:51:00.001-08:002014-01-15T04:03:17.790-08:00Aesthetic Apparitions <span style="font-size: large;"><b>W</b></span>e have all experienced it. We see a work of art, or stumble upon a picture in a book or on-line, and an immediate perplexing fervor overtakes us. Oftentimes, it is indefinable...obtusely explicable...familiar yet baffling. This is the vibe I strive for in my paintings...sketches...sculptures. I am not sure why I endeavor to elicit that feeling, but my internal voice rattles off in an excitement when I tap into that vein. I float out of myself, become an imaginary fly-on-the-wall when my work falls into an observer's gaze. What do they see? what do they feel? Do they think the piece is odd...funny...daft? Are they engrossed in questions?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>W</b></span>hat do I like? As an audience member, what makes me linger...ogle...flinch...weep...scream?! Wow, that is a very broad question, but (cue music) "<i>here are a few of my favorite things</i>". </div>
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<li>DaVinci...how could you not be enamored with his genius. </li>
<li>Hieronymus Bosch...his tortured conflicted visions are brilliantly disturbing</li>
<li>Kale...I know, it's a plant/food, but I love the taste, love the nutrition</li>
<li>R. Crumb...his line work, his aesthetic pen work is mesmerizing...his wacky toon lifestyle fascinates me</li>
<li>Glenn Barr...wow, his retro-style and mastery of paint...awesomeness</li>
<li>The Wonders of the Universe...Brian Cox does a great job humanizing astronomy</li>
<li>The Golden Age of Illustrators...NC Wyeth, Howard Pyle, Arthur Rackham, Edward Dulac, Maxfield Parrish, Frank Schoonover....</li>
<li>Children's artworks...from the early (and ongoing) work from my own kids to all others...their work exemplifies a cathartic honesty and integrity I covet </li>
<li>Norman Rockwell...I feel his caricatures and painting style are brilliantly executed</li>
<li>"Alien"...they should have stopped with the 1st movie, but the others have merits...just not as significantly on an artistic level</li>
<li>Astronomical Art...I love the visionary concepts of other worlds</li>
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So, as a matter of aesthetic investigation...I will shift my discussions from my own work (although I might dredge them up along the way) to a broader commentary on the world as I see it. These topics/persons that I find fascinating will be my focus from here on out. The above list will get me started and I hope to push it as long and as far as I can. <i><b>MM</b></i> :)<br />
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<b style="font-size: x-large;">W</b>hat makes us "Human"? One can argue that it is our appendages. Yes, we have relatively the same number of bones and bone structure as most vertebrates, but it is the remarkable attributes of our arms and legs that are significantly different from other species.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> B</b></span>ut again, what happens if we alter those limbs...are we not still human? The answer is a resounding yes. I argue limb-alteration makes us even <i>more </i>human. Why? Because, humans are the only species <i>capable </i>of altering<i> </i>or perhaps enhancing our appendaged physical structures.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span>t mystifies me how we ostracize folks with prostheses...stare at them like they are subhuman...gape at them as if they are circus freaks (whom I dig very much). Nevertheless, I have been guilty of the same faux pas. A young girl from my high school had an accident where both both of her arms were amputated and replaced with artificial limbs; I stared at her and seldom mingled with her. Mind you I was chumming with the stoners and we seldom mixed with anyone without a spliff, still what an abhorrent reaction.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>H</b></span>ow warped can our sense of idealized beauty be? ...might I add, Westernized body aesthetics...a very narrow minded sense of attractiveness, that has spread like a virus across the globe. The norm seems to be super thin to the point of absurdity for women (Bratz and Monster High dolls), and super lean butch guys (six-pack abs...who has that much time for the gym?).<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A</b></span>nywhoo...Here are a few images impounding this topic. I was not really focused on this subject at the conception of each piece...I just noticed a theme afterwards, and thought about addressing it here.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A</b></span>rtists are regularly impelled towards a cognitive/aesthetic slumber when a creative drought strikes. I have oftentimes found myself in such a stasis; yet low-n-behold a life sustaining shower of inspiration will reign/rain down on me, and I am once again sprouting noetic ballyhoo.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>M</b></span>y tool/weapon/manner of germination has always been my sketchbooks. I keep at least one (typically 3 or four) <i>growing </i>at all times. Ironically this medium has become my primary means of artistic creation/formulation..<b>"it"</b> has flourished into a forest of psychical weeds, esoteric soliloquys, graphical tryouts, character environses, and media oodles.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>W</b></span>hat you seed is what you begat.The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-64776090257866902852013-08-06T10:34:00.002-07:002013-08-06T23:13:50.132-07:00Art with my Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> I</span></b> am very fortunate to have two VERY creative kids. My son Liam has been doodling on paper with me since he was able to hold a pencil. Our first collaborations began shortly after that, when he instructed me to "decorate my picture daddy"...so <b>LiaMarx</b> became an entity then and there. We have continued working together...however, once he became a teen and established his own visual-voice...he did not want me modifying his work. So, we shifted the co-creations from visual art to a writing. Now we have begun conjuring own own original tales; we must have compiled over a dozen stories so far. Hopefully we can publish our work someday soon.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>y Daughter Paige also has the creative spark. Arguably, she has an even stronger visual muse than her brother...and perhaps even me. She compulsively draws every day...easily going through a ream of print paper on a regular basis. I have posted some of her very first sketches with me (PaigeMarx), so her primordial vignettes are very ethereal...even visceral in origin. This made my alterations more abstracted...more surreal...more dada-ish. She also has continued her own narrative path...scoring her own toons and comics in a unique visual style.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>hese heads are derivative of trophies one might have after a hunt. Of course they are injected with the same dose of whimsey and satire typically seen in most of my character designs. The initial idea for these stemmed from a sculpting workshop I gave...it was only to last 3 days so I had to conceive of method that could be rapidly sculpted, fired, and painted. Taxidermy monster heads seemed to be the best fit.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>E</b></span>ach piece was formed over an aluminum foil core; Sculpey<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(TM) </span>served as the sculptural vehicle. I wanted to include slightly "realistic" eyes because sculpted eyes are often too "lifeless". The vampire's ears were formed over thick cardboard cutouts. I wanted to make him appear older and battle-scarred, so I placed a long fleshy trench down his face over his left eye. His scale is approximately 9" x 12". I mounted him to the stained wood base with Liquid Nails.<br />
"<span style="font-size: large;"><b>G</b></span>lob" is supposed to be the remnant of a viscious/viscous cyclops warrior; I wanted it to appear to be still oozing. His eye, (like the vampire's) has a hole punched deep into the head. It was painted black prior to firing to give the impression of a pupil. Since the glass is green, I treated it like it was pure iris (no sclera).<br />
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The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-47178528439503497652013-05-08T01:16:00.001-07:002013-05-08T02:54:10.588-07:00"Sol" and "Luna", 2010 acrylic on manikin forms<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>his was an experiment I must try again. A while back, I had bought these manikin forms online (actually the unpainted forms hung in my bedroom for over a year). After getting motivated for a group show at a makeshift gallery in Litchford Village and an upcoming solo show at the <a href="http://www.atomicsalon.com/#/about/" target="_blank">Atomic Salon</a> I decided the time was right to finally inundate/liberate/elucidate the forms. With a plethora of contemplation (and yes procrastination) the theme would be derived from <i>reciprocity</i>...terrestrial/celestial...male/female...day/night...aridity/fecundity...phallic/vulvar.<br />
<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">T</span>he<b> </b>male form was to be earth-bound...xerotes...Prometheus chained for his deeds of fire. The iconic buttes of Monument Valley served as a perfect setting for maleness...testosterone laden cowboys...phallic projections thrust upwards from a desolate terrain/physique like a sublime Calvin Klein underwear ad. Sol looms high in the sky with a manly tattooed arrogance...the sky is certainly cloudy with threatening rains/reins/reigns. The time is high noon...time for vultures and unfinished violence.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>J</b></span>uxtaposed with a slightly more diminutive proportion, Luna floats effortlessly in an umbrageous sky. A fertile treeline silhouette offered up in a sensuous/sinuous undulation...with a low-cut panties seductiveness. Quiet...moist...reflective...luminous stardust scattered around mother moon...snuggled within clandestine breasts. Luna is the heart, the soul/sole illumination within the dark of night. Primipara...matron...lover...intimate...nurturer...reflector...guardian of the empyrean gate.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>?</b></span> Have you noticed that both forms possess ironically capped hooks...things that hold up the forms...support them...secure them...bind their backs against the wall...leave them hanging. Perhaps that is the grandest gesture of all as it is revealed/reveled/reviled/re-veiled between the sexes. Not knowing...yet yearning to do so.The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-57202726429210089482013-04-22T04:05:00.003-07:002013-04-22T04:12:06.788-07:00Bugaboo Portraits<span style="font-size: large;"><b> I</b> <b>love Monsters!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>here has to be some psychogenic implications at work here. Seriously, what drives me (and many like me) to be captivated by these fear-evoking creatures? Perhaps it is a way of emasculating the fears we herald in our heads. By evoking dreadful imagery and horrific imaginings we take control of them...we trivialize their power over us<span style="font-family: inherit;">...construe a way for us to understand our own </span>anxieties<span style="font-family: inherit;">.<span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span>Whatever the reason...I am fascinated by this genre and return to it time and time again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> M</b></span>y own formulaic tendency is to inject a healthy dose of whimsy into fearsome creatures. Perhaps this buffers the blow...certainly it trivializes the horror even more. Maurice Sendak, Dr. Seuss, Charles Addams, Tony DiTerlizzi, Gahan Wilson, Brian Froud, Basil Woverton,<span style="font-size: small;"> Edward Gorey, plus local artists CJ Calvin and Eric Knisley...these are the </span>inspirations<span style="font-size: small;"> for me. They add just the right ingredients to make the most appetizing recipe...satire + gore + witticism </span>to make a delicious serving of macabre illustrative mastery. I strive to emulate their essence...nibble at their aesthetic substance...cite their authoritative magical inspirations. Here is a spattering of several older images to exemplify my ramblings:<br />
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I plan on continuing this theme for the next posting.The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-62272495928065385732013-04-15T03:47:00.000-07:002013-04-17T04:04:18.956-07:00"Snow Gateau" <span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> G</span>ateau means "various rich and elaborate cakes". Isn't that what life is all about...adorn and dine...enjoy the varied flavor supposals...motleyed myriads of delicious daubed decor...spread thick...textured insipidity. Snow and sweet baked confections can be easily construed into life's trivial-complexities...our omega-inceptions. Cold and luscious...robust and delicate...easily formed and easily deformed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> I</b></span> seem to be compelled or <i>drawn</i> to snowmen. I have been sketching/painting/sculpting them for a long time...perhaps it is their relatively spherical proportions or possibly their gnarled <i>limbs</i>...possibly they have mythical/psychological implications...their naive forms offer up boundless potentiality. For whatever reason they fascinate me and I find them popping up in my art often. My passion predated seeing Bill Watterson's gloriously illustrated and demented snowmen massacres in <i><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13964815@N00/galleries/72157622310827255" target="_blank">Calvin and Hobbes</a></i>...and those brilliant panels still startle me with their genius...still enrapture me with aesthetic envy...still inspire me...still make me giggle.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> T</span></b>his composition has been digitally stitched together from 3 separate unrelated sketchbook pages. The dates each were created is a mystery to me, but I conjecture that they are at least 5-7 years old. I can't help thinking of the snowman sliding along in <a href="http://www.classicmedia.tv/pr/christmasclassics/assets/originals/Rudolph_Sam.jpg" target="_blank">Rudolph's</a> snow milieu or how the electric shaver glides along in the old <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=718DpmQrPbg" target="_blank">Norelco </a> commercial...my gentle-snowman locomotes in this world much the fashion, as he interacts with the other spiny inhabitants.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>S</b></span>oon I will flesh out these audacious snow critters in <i>Sculpey</i>. They seem to be needing/wanting to be broken out in other dimensions...their festering forms are ready to be unveiled in 3D. I can't wait to have my cake and gleet it too.<br />
<br />The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-78078284832405008742013-04-08T03:34:00.004-07:002013-04-08T03:34:49.360-07:00"Sketchbook Entropy" date unknown, mixed media on paper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> S</b></span>ketchbooks define me more than any medium; these amassed visions function as a cathartic diary, a conceptual playground, a media laboratory, and an incognizable soliloquy. I obsess...ruminate over each page...each piece is derived individually, but oftentimes one might discern a coherency of style or at least see a concordant series of cosmetic applications amongst the pages.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>hese little experimental clusters began way back in college with an assignment to "fill an entire sketchbook in a semester". My professor was Clarence Morgan, an talented abstract expressionist and brilliant mentor; his extraordinary visionary style and penetrating critiques made an indelible "mark" on me. His classroom challenge entailed putting together over 100 individual pages in a 9" x 12" hardbound sketchbook (set alongside my normal coursework responsibilities)...any medium was game...all pages needed to be "compositionally" consummate. It became a gauntlet I wholeheartedly took up. Little did I realize then, that I would continue on with this challenge for 20 + years...Clarence became a scintillating Johnny Appleseed to me.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">H</span></b>ere is a random...somewhat more obscure entry. It began with a stochastic rip from a yellow pages heading (a nearly defunct advertising vehicle)...I noticed the weird header and it set my mind to reeling. I grabbed some Elmer's glue and pasted the shredded pieces together. Slowly the oddly serendipitous title pushed out a visual...the contradictory wording conjured up a vision of microscopic stitching...post-hypnotic promptings...mesmerisms with malicious volition...advertisements injected into our psyche just below the threshold of perception...jaundiced stitching onto our method of thought.<br />
"<span style="font-size: large;"><b>R</b></span>eligion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people" ~Karl Marx~The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-36178793928006045852013-04-04T03:19:00.001-07:002013-04-04T03:19:50.176-07:00"The Rock", 1998 Ink<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>his is an older piece/peace of mine/mind. It attests to be somewhat of a personal iconic metaphor for me. Now after numerous years of retrospection, I can see the subliminal interrogations ebbing forth...I can now grok the child it was...and has grown into being. Here are my penitent disclosures.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>N</b></span>otice the shape...elevated above the plain/plane...it rises up to see the world, the lurking predators. It rises up to stand ready to move, narcissistically proud to be recognized...to not be left behind. Is it stacked and cemented or weathered and eroded from a volcanic ebullition. Really, this rock is a rectangle...an abhorrent geometric contention left to defy the elements.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> T</b></span>he rock has connotations of the strong religious upbringing I weathered...there is no animosity in that statement...perhaps a healthy dose of cynicism, but no real christian misanthropy. I left that theosophical path behind me numerous years ago, and have grown to realize faith is a subjective mental representation...a make-believe template for behavioral modification. However, the echoing philosophical remnants still emerge at times...those eternal punishments in Hell metaphors shake my inner child at times...weaken my soul-idity...weather my objectiveness.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>P</b></span>erhaps this is where the cave comes in. It appears to be a Delphic passage...the mysterious portal to another realm. The enigma lays ahead of us...shall we climb the vines to see? Are these meandering flora the fruitless remnants of knowledge...of life. Why does this withered wellspring call me? Why am I so hypnotized by its beckoning depth? I yearn to feel the dulcet stones, to bear on and cling to their aplomb surfaces...to find my destiny.<br />
The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-35522808228145921502013-03-25T03:28:00.000-07:002013-03-25T03:35:19.182-07:00"Middle Class America" 2013, inks/markers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> W</span></b>e teeter on the edge. Individuals and citizens alike...we all seem to have overwhelming circumstances overhead, preposterous Seussian gravity holds the weight aloft. The eminence of artfully stacked...hoarded assemblages holds up...detains our guilt...shame...remorse...ambitions. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>P</b></span>erhaps this is why I keep revisiting these stacked rock motifs. I am drawn to (pun blundered into) the act of stacking make-believe hoodoos...compulsively make "inukshuks" as I walk along woods paths. I long for visions of guidance, look for answers sublimated in the teetering precedence, long to make sense of my own accordance.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>M</b></span>y vision here details a small house quietly nestled amidst all this peril. This is us (U.S.)...this is the world we have made. We have spread our actions amongst the globe...homogenized cultural diversity into McDonaldized heaps of dangerous propensity. We go about out lives despite the commodious reprobate waiting/weighting over us. We are either heroes or stooges, perhaps both at the same time...and why not? We flail along with deceptions of grandeur, delight in acquiring more and more, concoct our pending demise...hopefully...perhaps...not.The <i>gravity</i> of our actions is continuous...tenuous. When do we wake? Where will we go? ...how will we know? </div>
<br />The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-37797253912489730822013-03-11T04:19:00.000-07:002013-03-11T04:30:14.595-07:00"Hello, I am Theo Egmund", 2013 Acrylic/Ink on paper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> A</b></span>bsurdity prevails! I have always admired the Surrealists, and their notion that "truth" looms quietly behind dreams and the subconscious. Of course truth is a slippery topic...it really depends on your point of view and other preconceived notions. For me truth is evasive even to myself; I often find glimmers of it tucked away in hidden corners of my work. It juts it's head out from under a patch of layered lines, or suddenly emerges out from a "randomly" chosen characterization. Numerous times I revisit a work and discover an oblivious homage or a subliminal image staring me in the face. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>here is a tranquilizing liberating benefit to letting your psyche roam free range over an empty surface. A feeling of flow is unleashed, and I am free. There in my subdued-sub-dude eloquence, I am able to reach out past myself...to touch something more ethereal, strange, and powerful.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>he topic here follows my standard approach...I have no idea what the hell it means right now :) As mentioned before, black helps me to conjure these maniacal ideations. I begin with placement of the shape...it emerges as an egg-shape, it morphs into a face, then a body. The lyrics from <i>I Am the Walrus</i> echoes through my brain...Egg man...Egmund seems right. It seems like a fine fitting psychological feature. I set him adrift in a steaming pool of blankness/blackness. He is boiling. He is trapped. He is socializing. He is inane to his circumstances. He is me...he is you...koo koo kachoo.</div>
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<br />The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-6967668865130488912013-03-04T02:50:00.003-08:002013-03-29T01:39:28.763-07:00Eye-Land 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>his little piece is not very large (9" x 12"), but it makes a big impact. A big part of my artwork has been surface elements or rather texturing...setting up a visual depiction of tactile readings has always fascinated me. I am intrigued by how light plays across the surface of things, or how patterns develop a rhythm within a composition. The emphatic beats lead your eye across the surface and just like a musical composition...cadences and pauses...setting up increments of loud contrapuntal to quiet echoes...these are the sings/pings/things placed within a composition like this.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>E</b></span>yes are the windows to the soul they say...multiple eyes will unnerve you. Complicit eyes...accusing...staring eyes make one cringe. Black soulless eyes (like dolls' eyes or sharks' eyes) give us the creeps...tingling sensations that fascinate and repulse us simultaneously. Big brother and his whole spider family are watching you. Are they really eyes or bubbling obsidian? <br />
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...and have you noticed, one of them has been plucked out...where did it go? What happened? Was it an impact crater or an offending voyeur?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span> also love the sensation of high elevations (despite a somewhat phobic temporal effect it has on me). When I fly, I have to stare out the window at the earth below. My dreams of floating or flying are orgasmic. The images sent back from Voyager and it's progeny make me quiver...the flyby photos of distinct/distant worlds are simply awe-inspiring. I long to make that passage.The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-15880306784666110012013-02-27T02:55:00.000-08:002013-02-27T08:42:00.726-08:00"Requiem for an Anonymous Artist", 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>H</b></span>ere is one of my latest traditional works...it will </span>debut<span style="font-family: inherit;"> this month at Raleigh's cozy vegetarian eatery, </span><a href="http://www.theremedydiner.com/" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">The Remedy Diner</a><span style="font-family: inherit;">. The piece originated from a sketch I had done a while back. This odd little concept had intrigued me enough that I wanted to explore it further in a different medium. Visually it has weird narrative implications...what is it? Why does it have a fish/embryo/brain thingy for a head...under a glass fishbowl/helmet? And why is it walking around on stilts? The answer---beats the hell out of me? But to me that is the point anyway...I love being perplexed by my own </span>subliminal <span style="font-family: inherit;">juxtapositions. These little cryptic pictures are loaded with </span>peculiar taradiddles<span style="font-family: inherit;">...perhaps that echoes the kid in me. I never want to lose that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>he challenge was twofold: capture the essence of the sketch, but reinterpret it into a more "rendered" illustration. The sketch had been scanned </span>previously<span style="font-family: inherit;"> and so for reference, I printed it out into a scale that would fit within the canvas (BTW...</span> small<span style="font-family: inherit;"> piece at 9" x 12"). Painting on black background reminds me of </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">the </span>garishness<span style="font-family: inherit;"> of </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">velvet paintings...love that technique. So I </span>transferred<span style="font-family: inherit;"> the image to the canvas board and positioned it on the picture plane so his motion showed him walking into the shot. I also tilted his form slightly backwards to accentuate the weight of slugging long stilts over a terrain...and to have an opportunity for the horizon to </span>bulge <span style="font-family: inherit;">slightly upward.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span> wanted to place my critter in a tranquil </span>environment<span style="font-family: inherit;">, the fence posts </span>evoked a southwest feeling, so I decided a pseudo-sci/fi-western setting would do just fine. The addition of the strange vegetation was important to add to the painting's spirit. I had originated the alien cacti while doodling many years ago. I compulsively do this in staff/board meetings...a little habit I fell into as a child when I would scribble weird images on the margins of homework or tests. I also try to save some of these for referencing later...so it paid off here (unfortunately the original sketch has not been scanned).<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>y goal is to explore this image even further in the digital realm. Certainly using Photoshop to add color on the scanned painting. It will serve as a great gray scale base to work over. But I also will manipulate the sketch too using Illustrator's fantastic blob-brush. This will take it into a comic-book illustration direction. I can't wait to get cracking. I will post any results later on.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>OK</b></span>...I suppose that is it for now. It makes me feel a bit naked...well, not so much naked, but dressed in my pajamas getting milk at the local Walmart sort of thing...to focus on my own work. These talks are a bit self-indulgent. They are soliloquies offering up a slice of my mind for you to ingest. Hopefully that means <i>Bon appetite</i>...instead of a <i>bone at y'feet</i>.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Cheers</i></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> T</span></b>his is another painting from a few years ago. And again my dada-esque painting process mimics the spontaneous conjuring I apply in my sketchbooks...a totally random concept, and then slowly let the piece reveal itself in greater detail. After a bath of layered drips of black, I started positioning the torus/torso together (Bill Watterson's <i>Calvin & Hobbes</i> Snowmen certainly had a subliminal influence over me).</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> I</span></b> wanted to put a cliched valentine heart in the empty core... reminiscent of Oz's Tin Man. Satirical ice veining seemed absurd...yet somehow appropriate. An overabundance of carrots makes him seem more menacing...but also a bit obsessive. The multiple eyes are designed to give our snow-critter a spider-like presence. I made the arms waving a frantic warning...perhaps as an homage to the <i>Lost in Space</i> robot. </div>
<b><span style="font-size: large;">S</span></b>peaking of the arms...I consciously constricted them from penetrating outside the picture plane...for several reasons. 1st, it forces the form to seem boxed in...constricted...it makes for a more claustrophobic sensation. I am naturally fearful of confinement, so this heightens my anxiety. And an even better reason is the "childlike" painting aptitude it resonates. Back in my college years I strove to mimic children's art. This was a point of salvation for me...it freed me from the yoke of self-imposed aesthetic constriction. I am still extremely interested in child art (as my kids will attest to, since I often ogle and then bastardize their work).<br />
<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">P</span>erhaps the painting's "coup de grĂ¢ce" is the Easter hay. It seemed fitting to snuggle the snowman in his own nest of evocative plastic green grass. The bright color anchors the composition and vies with the magenta chapeau. Falling snow helps bring continuity to the overall piece<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>here you have it...my soliloquy on a by-gone piece. My next post will focus on pieces from my upcoming show at the <a href="http://www.theremedydiner.com/" target="_blank">Remedy</a> (March 2013).<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> Cheers</b></span>The Crackerbarrel Surrealisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325189723601605062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567620690017540895.post-6811862478326065552013-02-18T11:35:00.002-08:002013-02-20T08:46:20.481-08:00"Monster Nuclear Family" (2010), Acrylic & colored pencil on canvas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> T</b></span>his is a painting I did a few years back. I decided to make it one of my first posts, because it exemplifies my style and sense of humor. But, what the hell does all that mean? Well...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>y approach to art has always worked best if I let things develop in a happenstance...not totally Dada...manner. I love blasting away at a darkened background and letting the subtleties unveil themselves...almost like ghosts emerging out from a Rothko painting...subletting my subconscious with Rorschach menageries. Then I begin letting the problem-solving auspicate my inclinations...dissect the plane into conjoined incongruities...administer imbalance and balance with point-counterpoint aesthetic injections...buoy roaming bits of color onto the undulating patterns. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> A</span></b>s things start to congeal I dive in close to deliver as much excessive details as possible...I like working so close that the whole dissipates into a singular constituent...then, on lapses in mediated pain-Ting...I pull back to a more macro vision to see how I can join the whole...Frankenstein stitching...linking it back into the Gestating-Gestalt. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span> keep up this madness till I achieve a dab bit sanguine of lucidity...or just say <b>stop</b>!<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span></b>ou might ask what does this painting mean...well, it is a bit of a satire of the "modern" nuclear family. After all we are all monsters...especially in our own families. This is a blended family...Dad and mum...a son from a previous marriage, three kids, mum's parents (giving disapproving glances to step-grandson), brother-in-law and his blended family, plus the ghost of mum past and pet thing. All posed for their Owen-Mills moment...since that overly posed depiction often "reflects" reality...right?<br />
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