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i can never get enough of life
life is the food
life is energy
i should skip this one… needs a lot of work. but what the hell.
i really forgot what this was all about.
from a candid photo i took at the "casino cafe'"
the source was imaginary… a kind of 'daemon' i have reverted to constantly since i was sixteen.
somebody in 'opera' will recognize this landscape and anathematize me for stealing his beautiful photograph.
this is from a drawing i did many years ago.
if you got this far, i just want to thank you for your time. i know everyone's time is valuable. 🙂
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:up: you're welcome 😉
wow meli,am I glad I know where you live! :lol:leave your sliding door unlocked ! In this group I can see that painting does wake up every molecule of yours ,in a positive way of course :D"meli" after looking such beauty why not one more quotation ? For this beauty,beauty without strength,chokes out life. (Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)
I would like to 'steal' the casino cafe, the landscape, the portrait of the young boy and the female profile portrait….if I was a thief. But I am not. So as one artist to another I will just say….. striking! They leap from my computer screen.
thanks b, i appreciate your presence. :smile:pam.thanks for playing along with my ruse… and thanks so much for your comment. :happy:
It was, as always, time well spent, my friend. 🙂
meli, the door is wide open… it's a 'sticky' night.i'm going to have to 'google' this doolittle, ms. hilda. i so agree with your quote from her. that is the fly in the ointment, powerlessness. very provoking insight. 🙂 :heart:matthew,very good of you to add that. :happy:i guess i really don't want to do without some feedback. 😎 :up: thanks for commenting.
Thanks for sharing, Scott. I enjoy your work a great deal. I even enjoy the things that aren't in keeping with my own aesthetic, if that makes any sense.
"meli"I was there :lol:no painting was left behind !I was introduced to Hilda Doolittle this past summer by a Pennsylvanian scholar , while mountain hiking/fossil hunting…I took your lovely work but I left you the link!http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/234oh, the piece of " halva" on the table is from me too :)hugs!
I love your top one it dose remind me of work of mine at home what i called "show girl$" you do have nice style i do like
What treasures. lots of good stuff to work with. your variety of expressions is very wide. In that field, you´re a blessed and lucky man Scott. 🙂
…shows you´re a broad minded person, wich is good i think. About having fun while painting is pretty new to me, but i like to play too now. It´s such a relief. It´s like being able to travel, no matter what the weather is like. You have all the right clothes (tools) to cope and operate 🙂 Sometimes painting is just living…and living well, that is :happy:
i think i know what you mean matthew. tastes vary. :smile:meli,thanks for the link… i probably would have forgotten. but i enjoyed listening to the reading. that was a surprise. listening while i work.always love halva. :heart:melissa,where can we see your showgirls? nic,thanks for commenting. about the variety… i am trying not to sort of judge what might make an interesting painting and just paint paint paint. when i finish this task. i plan to do a few to the nth degreeand those are ideas i've sketched out over the years but never had the right conditions… these are not trying to be important.just fun. and it is… at least once i get rolling.today i'm doing nudes underwater. :happy:
The casino cafe painting strikes something in me. You reflect on stealing… Well, what is the difference between theft and inspiration when it comes to art? That picture inspires the story teller in me. He wants to tell the story of this lonely showgirl with her looking glass and her broken heart, the dreams and visions that brought her here, the toils and snares she had to suffer to become what she became. Everything may not be enough, but a story teller only needs a candid camera snap shot to tell one thousand stories about showgirls with broken hearts.Thank you.
you are the sharpest pencil in the box. it was for you :heart:you are just like me… thorough. we both have this good habit of reading every word. :happy:
ahhh nic… you are a man after my own heart as we say. to be realistic, i have to allow that the 'play' part of 'work' is elusive.i know painters have different reasons for creating and that's just fine with me. but one thing is common to all artists. we have to learn to listen to ourselves. and, it's not that that is so hard but just that it's the last thing i remember to do. i know, i know i don't really know… and, get back to work… distractions are delectible, like really fresh baklava drowning in watered honey."You reflect on stealing… Well, what is the difference between theft and inspiration when it comes to art?"what a marvelous pick-up. i will take a little time to ponder your very intriguing question…. so many ramifications… i would be tempted to become more 'wordy' than i like.give me a sec….but right off the bat. there is no such thing as stealing. we're all in the same boat. i'm not talking about copying which can be a noble exercise, are you? potters in japan, chinese painters also, are required by their traditions to copy the masters for a decade or more before sailing into the domain of their own individuality.and i give credit to every artist of the past who helped me understand what i am interested in evolving for myself.i will be back to you on this subject.
you know I read the comments don't you ?? :lol:"drowning in watered honey" and drops of freshly squeezed lemon :heart:
the difference between theft and inspiration…we build on the past. we even build on the present. impressions are food; but they are 'food' on different levels of awareness and sensitivity and valuation. we all need to steer ourselves to nutritious experiences rather than deleterious attractions. i mean, to know that i wish to go to a higher place in myself where the purity of my feelings are good 'food' for my being. that's the search.only from the source can anything original be born.example: my brother, that i love dearly, used to write the most inspiring and deep poetry. his insight was real and destroyed illusions instead of supporting them…. that was so original. he stopped writing when he was seventeen. when i asked him why he stopped. he said, "because everything has already been said."of course, i had to agree….i agreed then, but gnawed that 'bone' for decades.if i am stimulated by life, a memory, a new event, a picture, i relate to that by transforming the energy into something new. that's a work of art.i can't even relate to stealing an idea or a picture really, but i have to conform to the mores of the times; even if i don't agree…can you just imagine a 'primitive' artist even considering that there was any shame in copying anything?
love that.
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"if i am stimulated by life, a memory, a new event, a picture, i relate to that by transforming the energy into something new. that's a work of art"that's the definition of an artist meli,that's what makes your blood blue when our remains red,if copying the image of nature, the image of a beautiful child or being inspired by a poem before I stroke a few lines it is a crime ,then I am guilty … I don't know how you manage to make me after I read your thoughts to close my eyes and just listen to my quiet surroundings, it's like I am content :heart:
a truer affirmation couldn't possibly be expressed. meli, your understanding is a great help to me. :love:but you are a better artist than i am… the painting of your daughter is great… so beautiful.
I hope you do too Scott,when you find it maybe you can share it…I love recipes that are tested and approved!thanks for the open door…it's always great to know that there is a plate on the table for me :)how far are you from Upland ?? that's where Michael's nephew and his family lives.
:oone piece of work every 10 years meli,it has to be relatively acceptable,if I was depending on art to live ,I was going to be the ultimate starving artist 😆 or I had to knock your door :pof course knowing your cooking abilities,it is still tempting ! :heart:
and if i had someone to cook for… just imagine how i might surpass myself. really, come anytime, i am always ready. last night we (royal we) at the ripe hour of 11:00 p.m., enjoyed one of my favorite dishes my mother used to cook. 'boeuf bourgignon'. this recipe was further refined for me by a real british colonel of the bengal lancers. that had to do with the proper marinating of the beef.someday, when i get the boxes which are making my bed, opened and sorted out, i will find the 'chicken paprikash' my mother sent me the recipe for. i fake it now and then but i still want to find her recipe. i still remember how to make the 'spaetzel'.
upland… not official but a cursory look at the map makes upland about 45 miles to the east of me.yes, cooking is a science and axioms help us all. there is an instinct i call on all the time in cooking. it has to do with just not mixing certain things with other things. example: never ever use tamari sauce and garlic in the same dish.or mint on anything other than lamb. it's like alizarine crimson, white, and viridian… an intolerable grey. in music, it would be to ignore the mathematical rules of harmony. or the message in a melody.
I :love: the paintings… I will take no. 2,4 and 6… 😀
As a writer, I know exactly what your brother meant, when he stopped writing at seventeen. But as a story teller I know, that some stories have to be told again and again. You may change the enviroment in which the story takes place, add new caracters, change the time and age or the language and tone, but the story remains the same. It is true that the good stories have already been told millions of times by millions of story tellers before me, but I am committed by the tradition of the story teller to keep on telling these stories, again and again, because people need to know. I keep the stories alive and hope that new story tellers will continue telling them, after I stop breathing. Art is food. You are absolutely right about that.
Hmm my showgirl have get bro to take shot then have upload it so i let ya know when i do
My time may be valuable – which is the exact reason why I've enjoyed spending it here.I enjoyed every second of it.
:yes: Nice. 🙂
:flirt: Thank you
hmmm… good eye isabel. :smile:i totally agree about the need for storytelling. all the lessons are embedded in the stories. much easier to learn from the story than the hard way. :cool:thanks allan, youmay be my staunchest ally… i hereby dub thee'friend for life' :happy::heart: to you lea, for dropping in… for chiming in. thank you for coming.
"meli"I am sure you did read to your kids Dr Seuss's books the way I did,(actually we still hold most of them), I had a kick when I found the video I posted earlier today :)I think my need of painting Dr Seuss's hat it is strong enough to use some crayons tonight 🙂
Friend for life? Fully accepted – and returned.
Really cool work, particularly #1-4. You are obviously a sensitive person if you can capture emotion in your paintings like this. :yes:
good ppl here. Like to be here. 🙂
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meli,dr. seuss is a family fixture. "horton hears a who", "green eggs and ham". even my father brought dr. suess to us on christmas.and i remember "gerald mc boing boing", a short movie he made. i was only seven years old. :happy:i think his great success was that parents could have a lot of fun with kids reading with their kids.naomi,thanks for commenting, so i know you were here. yes, sensitive… guilty as charged. :cool:hi nic,keep coming back. :happy:isabel: grinning and loving… :heart: go listen to her latest post new singer to me mark lanagan… really cool… :up: not as gravelly as tom wait but sonorous.
I never left, Scott..just sat in the corner :p
What a courteous and polite display! I really enjoy being in an environment this friendly and obliging. It keeps my hope alive and alight. Thank you, everybody. Storytellers…. Aren't we all?
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nic, you know you're just like a kid, my friend. similar to myself i might add. :cool:well, martin, we all tell tales. some of us are storytellers. :lol:thank you for the gracious comment also.who's that smiling? meli? :happy:oh matthew, that is so marvelous… :happy: "ask and ye shall recieve.thanks for gerald mcboing boing… how do we save it in our treasure chests? :up:
Gerald McBoing Boing
My pleasure, Scott. Interesting you should ask about saving it. Karen just answered that question in a thread on her blog:
I am sure reading about him made you realize that his books are simple but he was sooooooooooo much more,did you see the link I gave Martin in my post??it has all his books(I will add it at the end) ,"meli"I was fortunate to see his work at the Children's museum in Manhattan in 1997.I took 3048485477320 pictures 😆 Seeing his own hand writing on paper it was extremely moving. when his wife did the exhibit in the same location in 1995 many of us missed it. By popular demand it was repeated two years later :)AND I SAW IT!!! :heart: You are so right when you say "parents have fun reading his books to their kids" .I have many fun times with my kids and reading his books was one of them as well :heart:here is the link:http://www.seuss.org/seuss/seuss.list.htmland my post for anybody that wants to visithttp://my.opera.com/ellinidata/blog/show.dml/2607924
so you do see everything ! 😆
wtg matthew… the master of the archives…. :lol:meli, he was a very interesting guy you know. i took a little time and read all about him :heart: :up:
yes, of course i saw it. i see everything. :sherlock: but thanks for the link again. :heart: i am still in like with you. 😆
"meli" I am glad my post on "Dr Seuss's long lost brother" it is spreading the happiness and brings back memories …. :happy:
everything… it's my strong point… detail. can't help it you know i am driven by 'mercury', which also means i have a tenacious memory.:whistle: :jester:
:hat: new page! 😆
"she walks behind you from the living room to the kitchen and back…" :lol:then the todays post was dedicated to "meli" for a reason… *hugs*
Basicly we're all infants, Nic. Maturation is an illusion. Children are apt, agile and intelligent. We put them in schools to educate them. First mistake. School will narrow their minds and decrease their natural ressources. After having spend their youth in different kinds of academic institutions, we throw them to the wolfs of industry. Like domesticated dogs they learn to obey, roll over and even play dead if told to. Without complaining, pretending not to hurt. Finally they become like us. Full circle.
I think everybody here have great beautiful infantile areas in their souls :)I really feel like a kid today. My son has invited me to see an exhibition. He´ll pick me up later. I´m sitting here waiting…like a kid 😆 … dressed up and ready :p
"I think everybody here have great beautiful infantile areas in their souls :smile:I really feel like a kid today. My son has invited me to see an exhibition. He´ll pick me up later. I´m sitting here waiting…like a kid 😆 … dressed up and ready p:":heart: Nicolaki,I hope you are having an amazing time together!!!!these are the times that we are rewarded for the sleepless nights during their ear infections ……….*hugs*
Today I´m proud of being a responsible and considerate citizen. I like the feeling being a grownup. School never got to me. I was beaten and yelled at..but couldn´t be at ease and find concentration. I really wanted to be a good pupil but my noisy mind and always uneasy body betrayed me all the time. When I´m feeling infantile today I see and feel a calm and focused child. Thank God for that.
i can't remember a single day when i liked school. in jamaica my brother and i used to ride by in the morning under the milk man's wagon giggling as we passed our tutor marching happily to our house.when i was in the eighth grade in mt. vernon, n.y., my father became good friends with the truant officer, and when he went to school to talk to my teachers, one of them said to him. "scott is a very smart boy but we don't see him much." but i always passed. that year i was only at my classes a total of about thirty days. and then i was "on the road" after reading jack kerouac's book of the same name. but i was always an avid reader. when i was fifteen my father gave permission for me to just stay home and paint.martin,you could say that i was one of the lucky ones. i learned at my own pace and from my own interest.nic,nice little comment there. i love that "dressed up and ready"meli,i hear that… earaches etc., and you feel so sorry for their pain; but we got through it…. sleepless nights and paceing up and down with colicky infants. raising kids is an enormous job. from burping to puberty. :heart:
I was glad the burping stage ended :lol:nobody prepared me for the puberty ……. :heart:
i'll take the burping over puberty anytime. 😆
yes, indeed !!:lol:
I really like the cafe one. That one, is it a type of Moulin Rouge thing?
not the place but the direction… i learned from 'lautrec' the richness of wherever i am…. the human condition… the beauty in people.
The way I see it, most artists are story tellers. When you talk about beauty, I sense that by beauty you don't necessarily mean what the eye will see. It's more about what the heart will understand. The heart has no eye, the heart has no standards for aestetics or geometry. The only thing the heart will understand is the story. A beautiful image may catch the eye, but will soon be forgotten. Only if there's a story associated with the image, the heart will remember.When my eye look at that showgirl in your painting, sitting at the table with her looking-glass, I sense the strokes of your brush, the structure of the paint, the combination of color and shape, light and shadow – well done, good work… But it is the story you tell, that decides for me, that this is true art. A story that might only appear and grow in my heart and mind, it might not even be the same story as the one you desired to tell, but it's still the story of a showgirl sitting at a table with a looking-glass.So much for my humble review.
"The way I see it, most artists are story tellers. When you talk about beauty, I sense that by beauty you don't necessarily mean what the eye will see. It's more about what the heart will understand.well put. my understanding also. :happy:
Great stuff, Martin.
Scrolling past the comments took more time than looking at your wonderful art. I am so glad I have found you safe and enjoying the internet community. It keeps us all closer than anything else in history. I am especially happy to see that first one… work in progress. The beauty of an unfinished piece is something only an artist can appreciate. I don't use a camera enough but I wish I did. Sometimes I have to quit working on a piece just to enjoy the moment it has become. Thanks again for sharing all that you do here. Maureen
yes, the internet community has kind of saved me from disintegration. i see it is a new age and everything is in a certain way, indelible. so posterity is assured… everything rises to its own level…. i think that's a law of physics. i put all my cards on the table from the start. if i am wrong time will tell. the most important thing to me is to be genuine. even if i am on the wrong path about art itself. at least i am vigorous in performing my truth.only one thing really matters whether there is a god or not; whether there are objective truths or not… to thine own self be true.
"yes, the internet community has kind of saved me from disintegration"the internet community wouldn't be the same without you Scott.I thank my lucky stars for finding "Ravo" by accident and following a mysterious path you…or maybe I should just thank Al Gore :phttp://www.sethf.com/gore/