Friday, July 28, 2006

But he's such a nice man! He wouldn't do anything like that.

"Operation Candyman"

is the codename for the FBI’s nationwide crusade to sweep the Net clean of child abuse and child porn. This is oil on a poplar wood panel. The surface of the painting has been distressed in reference to the distressing character. The body of the man purposefully left ambiguous. The focus is on the face and perceived qualities and draws the eyes away from the area of the body that is driving the real agenda. 
This painting is currently at IN A FRAME.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

It offends thee?

A week or so ago a person using the men's bathroom told a member of the Chamber of Commerce they felt Ken's painting in the Chamberpot Gallery could be viewed as blasphemous. A few days later the painting was ripped off the wall, damaged and tossed in the trash. It is too much of a coincidence to believe that it was anything other than a deliberate act. It is always sad that any artist's work is damaged, but even more so if some self-appointed arbiter of morality attempted to regulate what others think and believe, see and depict. To vandalize a persons work because one does not agree with it not only goes against the very foundation of democracy and the constitution of this country, but is a criminal act against the artist and the free society in which we live.

In regards to the radio show. My nightmare about doing it lasted longer than the actual interview LOL! I think it went well, but will never know since it isn't a local radio show and I will never hear it. I think we were on 5 minutes and I sqeezed in "hello, loo with a view, got paper, thankyou goodbye" :)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

The Son: Part Five

Initially I thought I would do something along the lines of what Frida Kahlo did with the veins reaching from my heart to his. Naw!!!!!!!! That wasn't working, then bingo I thought of pfc.molly, the marines bulldog mascot. When my son graduated in Parris Island the bulldog came out on the parade ground in full uniform. I thought if I have a protective loving hand on the dog it might protect my son while wearing the uniform of the USMC. Since it is about my child and not the man, the marine, I did a painting based on a photo of him when he was little. I know he looks Harry Potterish, but that is the price you pay when you have a brit mum :)
Sorry about the quality of the photo being a bit dark, but I think you get the gist of it. I painted the reflection of the Iraqi child in one frame of his glasses, a portent of what might be.
Stay tuned for The Conclusion

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The Child: Part Three

Do I want to represent the child in the story, or the horror a child faces. Is it all going to be on one painting on canvas, or wood? Oil or acrylic? I decided that the painting is about feelings that transcend one incident, but how to depict raw emotion. I remembered an incident I faced at sixteen. I was on the 3rd floor of a car park and standing by the elevator when a man grabbed me by the throat and started dragging me towards a car. I could see, but not see, hear, but not hear. I couldn’t process what was happening at that moment. My conscious being was gone. I couldn’t move or think. It wasn’t until he almost had me at the car that my primal instinct took over and a scream rose from my belly out of my mouth. All that existed was that scream.
I knew it had to be a screaming child, and had to represent the moment when our conscious mind doesn’t exist. I chose a triptych to represent a feeling of a forced divide and decided on a primitive rendition of a child.

Here is the sketchbook drawing and then the final painting, which is acrylic on wood.
He is trying to hide, but he cannot escape seeing the horror. The white of his face represents innocence, but also fear, and is the colour of mourning and death in the middle east. The landscape is a desert of camouflage.

stay tuned for The Mother: Part Four

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Genesis of a Painting

I long time ago I did a small study on canvas of a part of a Lucien Freud painting of Francis Bacon. I found it a few weeks ago and didn't want to put it back in the cuboard hidden away, so I decided to use it. I stitched it onto a canvas (28"x28")and left it for a couple of weeks to let the muse tell me what it needed next. I then painted a face around it. After the painting was finshed the idea of big brother popped into my head and so I decided to use it for a found art postcard. I played around with the image on microsoft picture it and added some text. The painting on the left now has a large black border around it. The image on the right is the manip for the found art.
Hey, I do happy cards too, this is my happy heart. It is a photo of a reverse painting I did with acrylics on plastic. I just adore the colours and patterns.
The creative process is just that at times, not a grand plan, just a love of the materials, a love of creating and letting each stage dictate the next. Sometimes the end results tell us what it means, and what it means to each of us is a different story altogether. That is the beauty of art.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Got any spare teeth

That's what I asked my dentist last year. He gave me a bag of old porcelain teeth (they can't give you real one's or used ones).
It is called "Hobgoblins" and is made of wood, porcelain teeth, light fixture inside, and ceramic figure huddled on a shelf inside. The figure is sitting above the light to the left slightly so it is half lit and casts shadows in the box.. This adds to the ominous nature of the piece.There is also a statement written above the mouth inside if people take the time to look inside:
"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary. H. L. Mencken"

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Stick Men

Emporium, looking down on the coffee drinkers saying: " Hey, we are cool dudes and like hanging around here". I think they like the open mic poetry nights, but they won't admit it.

I really don't have a story about these mixed media sculptures. I was inspired by funerary sticks of africa and it led to this. It seems as I do them they have their own story to tell. I envision them all ( I have three more to do) hanging together in the