I have always had the fantasy of being struck by lightening. Come to think of it perhaps it was the movie ‘The Great Outdoors’ that spawned this fascination, or perhaps it’s was Frankenstein. At any rate lightening is in my veins, even though I have never been struck, I have come close. When I was a kid I had little to no fear, I chased storms around, and would sit on my soccer ball and watch them roll above me, lightening forking through the sky, to which my father would eventually drag me inside, much to my chagrin. For a large part fo my life I was obsessed with windsurfing, a total shred head, sailing in many of storm winds, flying across the water while my sail mast begged for a bolt, it never happened. I have made love in storms, which is the best. Occasionally I have been caught in storms along my travels, and never got struck, nevertheless what a beautiful experience to behold. Not long ago I tattooed a bolt on the inside of my forearm of my dominate paint hand. It represents a time I got my spark back, and has reminded me ever since to never let that charge go, even amidst those times when life creeps up, and will all know it does, those rogue waves that throw us off our balance and send us over the falls. Yet, I paint on, letting the electricity course out through my brush onto the canvas.
Enter Zeus in my most recent painting WIP called ‘sacred place’. He is there and yet only ever so slightly behind a thin veil of white paint, waiting for me to forget so he can to throw that bolt down my way. The story with this new painting is that it was an old painting. It was a portrait, from a time when I was living the bohemian lifestyle, no worries, fancy free, at least that’s what I told myself. I went to a lot of festivals and did live art in many places. This portrait is of a girl who caught my eye in my travels, or so I thought. I painted it from memory however as I painted it at least seven people morphed into her. They were people who I met that I had no intention of painting, and yet there they were one after the other, entering the painting in way or another. Memory is an extraordinary thing. This leads me to my newest painting foray. I decided to paint over that portrait but not really, I am leaving subtle reminders of its presence like memory, subtle and enduring. The following images show the stages of my newest WIP which is called ‘sacred place’.
fotoMahaloness and 2 minimotions (mini documents of my artistic endevours)
‘painter man’ 💫 late night hälts minimotion with soundscape ‘drop it in’ featuring some clips working on a new painting WIP ‘sacred place’ including the ever so satisfying tape pull and a sky timelapse from the other day.
’dedicated to my dad’ 🕯this minimotion is for my dad, it was his birthday recently so I dedicated this sesh in his honour, he is a courageous man and I am sending him all my love ❤️
Well friends that Where I am at, I have been keeping a lot of other stuff at bay, including a new website, in order to finish this painting in a reasonable amount of time, while thinking about the next one that will be getting a transformation.