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In progress

a collection of blog posts on works 'In progress'.
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Burning my 'Last Painting' #0

Burning my 'Last Painting' #0

'Last Painting' on Friday

'Last  Painting' on Friday

'Last Painting' on Thursday

'Last Painting' on Thursday

Getting inspired - trying out

Getting inspired - trying out

Ready for a tracing by Clemens...

Ready for a tracing by Clemens...

Optimism

Optimism, acrylic on canvas, 1000 x 1200
When we thought to have a few friends over for the passing of the year I had just finished my last painting.

An empty space was for all to see and for all to feel. My place, that space.

However I did want to cover the yellow wall in our living space so thought of painting something that looks happy and doesn't make sense.

If somebody wants to know what I am making I can say I have no idea as long as it is happy.

Be Happy, Keep Smiling. Just for now.

Yesterday is history and tomorrow is a mystery.

Is it a plane?

Is it a rocket?

No, It's Superman.

Whatever you see is yours.

optimism

optimism

Rapture: Last painting for 2008

Rapture, mixed media on canvas, 600 x 1200
The last painting for this year: Rapture.

From November 2007 I lived and worked in Cains, in the Far North of Queensland. The tropics. Hot, humid and familiar. With Clemens, his son Casper and the big big dog Angelo in their bungalow with the huge back yard. Angelo now weighs 36 kg. I am 63, but not kilos.

On this canvas I used all the little figures I found scattered around left over from earlier paintings. A cut-out of a little man, some green leaves and the profile of a face. Now stuck on the canvas some with an actual 'rubbing' of a shablone.

I do thank God I went to the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in The Hague, I thank Mr. Gilhuis and Mr. Houtepen, two of my teachers who taught us to play with scissors, paper and glue. Nietwaar Jos!!! We, Jos Tigges and I, were the babies of the class of '63. Or was it 36...

Imagine living in 1936.

I don't know where this painting will take me as I only started yesterday. Certainly our little pussy cat, Twoface will be remembered. Twoface was killed in her own front yard by a marauding dog.

But now we have a dog of our own, ... Angelo ... Or actually 'Senhor Angelo M. (Angelo)'... So somewhere I'll add a little Angelo.

What else did 2008 bring us?

Barak Obama for the US. Kevin Rudd for AU. Iceland is broke and Ireland is not. If I had had shares? Who knows?

When I was a student in The Hague I worked a few nights a week in an expensive Indonesian restaurant; 'Garuda', Kneuterdijk. As a male and an European male at that, I only got the job working with the all female cook crew in the kitchen because I spoke Indonesian. Passar Malay, the market language, not Behasa Malay. Anyway, the kokkies (cooks) mostly invested their savings in gold. Something like a bangle or bracelet.

Does tidiness kill art?

Detail of 'Tinnitus' by Jeremy Bakker.
A week ago I was writing to my nephew Jeremy Bakker about things. Things and rings: art in general and art specifically haunting his mind.

His own work.

Like so many things when it comes to the visual arts, it IS in the eye of the beholder. Jeremy had a show in Melbourne not so long ago at the Bus gallery. There he showed a few works that needs a little insight into his mind. I needed to explain how I felt about it. A little explaining.Here to the left gray lines or constant abrubt stops with:nownownownownownow...

Now what is this dizziness about collecting Full Stops and a bowl full of reproductions of Belly buttons

My mind is often so open when it comes to looking at art it doesn't really come to conclusions. I saw a piece of Jeremy's where at first I see grayish lines. Oozing down? Get closer and you see you can read the lines because he has built them up by writing time after time the word 'now'. (Click on image to enlarge)

Clemens had a political view of Jeremy's work. It makes you realize how often we are confronted with so many things. So many times we must register: OK, filed in brains. Again and again.

I was more thrilled because I didn't understand it. It fascinated me and that is great. My dirty mind was ticking. Can you smell them? Full stops? But I understand it many times more because of an experience I have had here in Cairns.

With Angelo, our super dog, we walk twice a day in an adjacent park. As two gentlemen we carry a plastic bag with us for the dogs poo, but to come home with more than poo is surely a better feeling. So we have an extra bag full of plastic bottles, empty cigarette packets, half a teddy bear and bottle tops. Red bottle tops. Blue bottle tops. White, yellow, green and even gray bottle tops. I found myself looking forward to the walk not only because of the obvious but also the expectation of finding more bottle tops to add to my growing collection. A 'THREE-SOME', three red coca-cola tops.

Back at home. Dog flopping down somewhere and me going outside to add the new tops to my collection. Now more than thirty five.
Black and White figures, mixed media, in progress.
In my outdoor studio I am working at the moment on two figures. Two bodies stitched up from cloth and stuffing. Made with garbage? I arrive there in my studio, after that exhilarating walk with a obsession for bottle tops. Plastic bottle tops. Now I want to somehow add the tops to the bodies. Or not.

The 'white lady' is cheeky. From one side she is the doting mother. From the other side she is a personification of a lustful woman.

The 'black bodies' are more a happy go lucky group where someone is squeezing some other body's but.

Today we came back home with only rubbish. One empty packet of Winfield Blue(light) and a tent pole. Nature has given me enough as far as the arty farty things.

This morning only three bottle tops. And only one red one. The Coca Cola one. Only seconded by the Sprite blue ones.

But it is today Thursday 4th September 2008 and we are going for a walk NOW.

Let's see what we find.

phb

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