Like all of my paintings, I didn’t do any preliminary drawings or prepare much in any way before I sketched this onto the canvas and painted it. Like most of my work, I’m not quite sure what it means, and won’t know until some time in the near future.
But here are 17 anonymous guys, clothed this time, piled up in support of one another.
“Dudes With No Name”
24” x 36”
Silverleaf and Acrylic on Canvas
A Dude With A Name,TONY
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
This is another piece on wood, cut out on my scroll saw before I painted it. With all of the still lifes of floral subjects painted throughout the centuries, it’s hard to come up with something new. If someone else did a wooden cutout of a hand holding a bouquet of flowers, I haven’t seen it. So, here it is….
“Handful of Sunflowers”
23” x 24”
Acrylic on Wood
Sunday, October 28, 2012
This is the first Dia de los Muertos/Day of the Dead painting I’ve done in a couple of years. It is destined to a collector in Tucson, Arizona, and will be enroute this week. I put a mailman and an old neighbor lady as the two main subjects, along with some hooker under the street light, and some looky-loos watching everything from their windows. I was remembering my old street in L.A. while drawing and painting this.
24” x 36”
Acrylic on Canvas
Happy MLK Day,
This painting is about my journey from Los Angeles to Corrales, New Mexico, to my current home, and my impending trip and move to Savannah. Although I abstracted the whole thing so much, I don't think anyone would have a clue that that's what it's about.
My old L.A. apartment building is on the top left, the L.A. skyline and hillsides are on the top center and right. My moving truck can be seen if you look for the circle/tire to the right of the right ear. My Corrales place is to the left of the face, my current home in the bottom left, and my car that I'll be driving to Savannah in, is at the bottom center, with some abstracted Savannah buildings in the lower right.
If I didn't explain it, I know this painting would seem to be just an odd mesh of meaningless shapes. But I see the journey laid out in front of me, the past, present and future. In that vein, I painted over a 10 year old painting for this.
"Do It Right"
18" x 18"
Acrylic on Masonite
Movingly, El TONY
Friday, October 26, 2012
Here in the high latitudes of the northern hemisphere, the season which brings the shortest days and the longest nights is upon us. Like the summer solstice (it's twin inversion), the winter solstice is a time of extremes: both the season of the brightest inner spiritual lights, and of the darkest brooding human melancholya.
We see both extremes manifested in the three religions of Abraham. We see them in the week long Roman festival of Saturnalia (Christmas was in fact artificially bolted onto this pre-existing foundation by the early Christians to help give it a running start with the Roman population). We see them in the Druid, Norse, Teutonic practices such as the Yule log and the indoor decorated evergreen tree. We see them reflected everywhere in secular culture with lights, tinsel, and ever more garish "Candy Cane Lane" garrish neighborhood displays doen up in lights and in animation.
At the heart of this season are miracles, be they the birth of the one who overcame death through resurrection, the miracle of the eight day long light, or the beginning of the return of the sun, the universal symbol of light and life to the northern hemisphere.
This Saturday finds me preoccupied dreams blue fading into back as we approach the zenith of darkness on December 21st. The deep winter shadows of the melancholia are at their strongest.
Death arrives; overtaking and devouring all who choose in vain to make their heroic last stand in its path. And yet, even in the underworld, one’s consciousness continues as a flickering point of light, inextinguishable even as it is enveloped by the black totality.
Next week: In the deepest darkness, the brightest light is found, You can get your bowl of Saturday Night Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
he "Princess Points" post on KB's popular site this past year got me thinking about the nature of gay man and gay woman, in the over all scheme of the operational universe. This thought chain directly lead me back to the first symphony that I fell in love with, the OFFICIAL HOMOSEXUAL SYMPHONY, which depicts that grand moment that God created the species of man known as "HOMO EROTIS". This is the sole topic of this week's soup.
enesis 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
This post starts with this familiar line from the Bible (Genesis), or the Torah (Bereishith) which describes the creation of man. Right... Adam.... yadda, yadda, yadda. Religions, and their self anointed leaders more or less would have your believe the lie that goes something like this "God didn't create Adam and Steve".
Bullshit. The full unedited scriptures, as they existed, before the Jewish temple scribes on the behest of the Kohanim priests slit it out of the Torah (and snuck it out of the temple concealed in their priestly underwear) tells the story behind the how and the why God created gay man, and gay woman, too. Worry not, for I will tell you this story, and then let Pyotr (Peter) Ilyich Tchaikovsky tell you the same story, with his music most divine as the narrator.
"And God created Wayne, and He saw that it was Good"
I give to you all, the lost chapters of Genesis (a work in progress).
10.5:2 Man began to form into clickish tribes, and restricted membership cults. He set himself up as the exclusive mouthpiece of God, and began to preach false blasphemies including ritual practices based on bizarre nonsensical provincial superstitions, arbitrary dietary laws, prohibitions of mixing of grains in fields, prohibitions of mixing of fibers in clothing, prohibitions against cutting of hair or of beards, prohibitions against the shape of ones nose and the priesthood, so forth, and so on. He preached all sorts of laws that encourage killing. God was not pleased.
10.5:3 Man lorded over, and mistreated his wfe and his daughters, and made the false claim that it was God's will that he do so, and that the penalty be death if his wife or daughter disobeyed. Neither God, nor his wife, the always delightful Mrs. God, were pleased.
10.5:4 Man ranted and railed as he denounced all other men as being false prophets. Man made war against man. Man killed man. Man raped and killed the women of other men. Man took her children into bondage and into sex slavery. Neither God, nor Mrs. God, nor their Devine Angels were pleased.
10.5:5 Verily I say this unto you, that during dinner with Mrs. God, and with eleven or twelve of their elect Angels as dinner guests (is the Holy Ghost an Angel? You decide), the Lord finally spoke "This man...he has turned out to be bit of a dissapointment. I thought that I had cleaned house with Noah and the flood, but...".
10.5:6 The Lord paused, and then continued "This man creation of mine... he really is turned out to be... um.. well, he is a bit of a silly twat, is he not?".
10.5:7 Mrs. God shot an icy stare at God, as she was not a fan of salty language at the dinner table, especially being the eleven or twelve elect Angels were present. God, noticing her disapproving expression continued with a sly wink of his eye "Uh...oops, sorry about the indiscrete language. But man, he is just such a tediously serious creature... especially in matters spiritual".
10.5:8 The Great I Am continued by posing a question for all his Angelic dinner guests: “Am I that serious? You would tell me if I were being a boring old coot, wouldn’t you? Please tell me that man is not created in MY image – at least in this regards.”.
10.5:9 The Guests and Mrs. God shot a quick glances at one another, and then burst out laughing. The Archangel Gabriel thus spoke for the assembled guests “Platypuses, penguins, parrots, the Dodo, flatulence, the French, and post adolescence pimples. We rest our case”. They all roared with great laughter and general merriment, and the Lord was well pleased.
10.5:10 Before she could restrain herself, Mrs. God blurted out "Oh don't worry about the Dodo, it won't be around for much longer". She then looked up, and gazing upon the scowling face of her husband, she saw that God was not pleased with her comment. Thus said Jehovah “Well thank you Mrs. Blabbermouth for revealing the future. Is there anything else you might wish to reveal to our guests? Why not tell them all about Millard Fillmore?”.
10.5:11 The Archangel Michael spoke “Oh my gosh – so is Milliard Fillmore going to be your only begotten son who you will send into the world of man, to forgive them of their sins and... " Before he could continue, Mrs. God cut him off “Oh don’t listen to God... he is pulling your leg”.
10.5:12 God rolled his eyes in exasperation as the Holy Ghost spoke to them all by the spirit, and he did reply “Yes HG, we realize that you do not have legs. Mrs. God is using a figure of speech. She isn't really pulling his leg, unless there is something going on under the table that I am not aware of ”. Then he looked at his wife with a sly smirk and continued “Well, her being a blabbermouth certainly erases all doubt as to whose image Eve was created in”. God began to laugh, and everyone did join in, save for Mrs. God.
10.5:13 Mrs. God took his comment to be a challenge, and countered “Oh, let us now talk about Adam and his descendants... scratching their bums in the temple, picking their noses at the dinner table, scratching themselves in indiscreet places in full view of the public, and then we could talk about his, uh, well, he certainly is aroused by some strange things. Let us all just say that we know who his Daddy was”. God laughed in a good natured manner and said “Yes my dear, I suppose your point is well taken”.
10.5:14 But then Lord’s expression became serious as he said “But seriously...I do need to shake up this mankind thing a bit, as it just is not working to my satisfaction. However, as I am unsure what to do, I would like any suggestions that you might have”.
10.5:15 After a few moments of silence, up from her seat flew the tiniest Angel in all of Heaven, Tinkerbell. She flew up to the Lord's ear, and began to whisper. Mrs. God and the eleven other Angels all froze, straining to listen in on the conversation, while trying to appear as if they were not eavesdropping.
10.5:16 As God listened, he stroked his white beard, and soon a twinkle in his eye formed, and his mouth turned into broad smile. “Yes, oh Yes” he said. "That would really shake things up, and just might work.”.
10.5:17 The Lord paused for dramatic effect, then said with a sly smile “Well...okay... since apparently you must all know. We shall be creating two new sub-species of humankind. One shall be made a man and be sub species 'Homo Erotis', and the other shall be a woman and named sub species 'Amazonia Cullingni'. To the latter, we shall give her the absolute power to kick man’s butt in all things deemed manly. Man shall never have power over her, or anything over her, except for procreation. Both of these two new sub-species shall be fruitful and multiply solely by means of the Holy Spirit. Hence forth they both always be a part of the family of humankind. We shall call the first Amazonia Cullingni "Jill".
10.5:18 God turned to Mrs. God and addressed her most courteously “Assuming that there no objections to my using that name, Dear, might you do us the honors? .
To be continued, as the gift of divine prophesy once again fills my being, loosens my tongue, and stirs me fingers to reveal to you all the lost but true story of the creation of God’s most beautiful and sweet gay mean and gay women.
Yes, I am still alive. I have been burning the candle at both ends (hell, I tossed it into the fire pit along with the furniture) ay work and on my other web site, where I am writing a major, massive in scope research work that will include a brief history of the last 10,000 years. My health has not been the best: I am out of balance and ridiculously over extended. Such is life…
The music: Piotr Ilich Tchaicovsky’s Symphony number Four in F Minor, Op. 36. Yup. The official homo symphony. This is the first piece of classical music I fell in love with. I was a 17 year old closeted gay boy, and someone introduced me to this. I had never listened to classical music before. It immediately clicked with me, seeming familiar on some cerebrally spiritual gut level.
As I started reading about it I was stunned to learn that not only was Peter a homo, but the secret subject of this symphony was his holy homoness.
Oh, he had a cover story, saying it was about “it” which is represented by the opening “destiny fanfare”. Frigging brilliant thematic material here, which occurs throughout the first movement, and reappears like an inescapable fate in the final movement. Tchaicovsky kept a secret diary, where he recorded that “it” was his homosexuality.
The symphony opens with the destiny fanfare, God reaching his finger out, and bringing gay life to Wayne, the first gay man. Odd how I immediately connected into this music, despite my lack of a classical background, and them later found out that it was about me and my life. I love how those sorts of connections work in this incarnation of the universe.
As the fanfare repeats, jarring counter melodic lines which cut across the grain appear. We immediately know that this is not going to be a walk in the park. God is forging the highest and purest titanium strength steel foe those who survive the trials of this fate.
TO BE CONTINUED
All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your bowl of Soup for the Soul
by clicking the jukebox.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
This is a skewed birds-eye view of my home in Savannah, my yard and garage. I live on a corner, so you see one street on the far left, and the other street is unseen, below the house, where the two walkways lead. I didn't really notice it until it was finished, but I laughed when I saw I had put my dog Junior, smack-dab in the middle, larger than life. That's the place he holds in my heart, I suppose. And he knows it.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
This is the first painting I've done with my new home in it........The porch at least. It seems to be a favorite place for people to spend time here, doing little but staying cool and waving to anyone that walks down the street. They're friendly here!
24" x 30"
Acrylic on Canvas
Waving at all of you too! Tony
Saturday, October 6, 2012
erhaps it was the scent and flavor of the delightfully pungent Paella Valencia and the Spanish tinged New Years party I attended. Or maybe I have drifted into an old world mood. In any case, this week, we feature a savory and most Succulent Spanish Soul Soup.
This week you will the opening composition from Miles Davis's landmark Sketches of Spain recording. Old world Spain meets new world 1960 Black America.
show ends after a 13 year run, Captain Gary Powers spy plane shot down over the USSR, Khrushchev pounds his shoe on the podium of the U.N., John F. Kennedy wins the presidency by beating Richard Nixon, Castro, Enovil 10, first contraceptive pill is sold for .50 cents each and the sexual revolution is off and running...
...and the Beatles are just beginning their launch into orbit in the seedy bars and clubs of Hamburg fueled by amphetamines, booze, and a kaleidoscope of sex, and surrounded by a circus of whores, pimps, gangsters, transvestites, homosexuals, skin heads, arty extentialists, and walking talking freak shows of every stripe.
All of this, and much, much, more can be found inside Sketches of Spain, if you have ears that can hear what is hidden between the notes.
" Ask not what your country can do for you; Ask what you can do for your country"
1. Concerto de Aranjuez (adagio). This Miles Davis and Gil Evans collaboration is based on a Spanish composer Joaquin Rodrigo’s Concerto For Guitar and Orchestra. For me, it conjures up the atmosphere of Castro parading triumphantly into Havana. I am sure I heard this when I was a child, as there was a sense of familiarity for me from the very first notes. – perhaps on a CBS documentary on Fidel Castro?"
This composition is featured in Man Men Season One Episode Eight where Don visits his Bohemian girlfriend, gets high smoking pot, and listens to Miles Sketches of Spain.
You can get your delecious bowl of Saturday Night Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
This is my interpretation of some of the crowds I’ve seen gathered at the large park here for various concerts. The painting is based on some of them and yet none of them, it’s just pieces of people I’ve seen and observed through my non-existent peep hole.
I gave it this title, just because I liked the sound and ring of the words together.
“Peep Hole People”
24” x 36”
Acrylic on Canvas
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
I said the last painting I redid was going to be the last one, but as I was about to dump this 1995 painting into the trash can of life, I decided to spare it and rework it instead.
I've included the original image, on the left, the reworked version painted over the original is on the right. Gone is the distortion and the obvious symbol of cold, both in this painting and in my life. This IS definitely my last re-do of an old painting, since all of my paintings are wrapped up and ready to move. Whenever that will be.
Original and new title:
"Boy Turned Cold"
18" x 24"
Silverleaf, Acrylic on Masonite
Reworking it all, TONY