Thursday, November 29, 2012

"Thirteen Chihuahuas"

Another painting and another expression of love for my two Chihuahuas. Luckily I had Rosie fixed so my reality doesn’t resemble this painting.

“Thirteen Chihuahuas”
12” x 36”
Copperleaf and Acrylic on Canvas


Editors note: When asked to comment on the prospect of having Thirteen Chihuahuas running around her home, Misha hissed.

"Pink Jesus"

Maybe once a year I’ll think of a title before I start a painting, and this is that painting. This was painted on an extra-wide canvas, and although you can’t see it in the photo, the painting continues on the sides, the top and the bottom.

“Pink Jesus”
12” x 30” x 3”
Acrylic on Canvas

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

"Pile of Dicks"

3dmov2.gif This is kind of a silly painting, but you might want to delete it if you're easily offended. It was my original intention to fill this silverleaf-covered canvas with painted outlines of 1,000 dicks. But after days of dizzying work, I painted 1,000 before the canvas was filled, so a pile is what this was meant to be.
"Pile of Dicks"
24" x 30"
Silverleaf, Acrylic on Canvas

Best wishes, TONY
T-Bird: Ok, I have to jump in here with a few more solo Dicks, and a Dick with a Lucy.

For the last three images: I am not sure if their names are Dick, Dickie or Richie; Richard, Ricardo, Cardo,or even Rick. But at least one of them absolutely has a big dick. And as for the latter two, with all these dicks, you have to have some places to park them all.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

"His Lilies"

For the few of you that don’t know, my Chihuahua companion of 16.5 years, Junior, passed away a week and a half ago. I’ve been kind of stumbling around in a daze since then, not sure what to paint. 
A friend of mine in Savannah stopped by with food, to make sure I was eating (I wasn’t) and a bouquet of Lilies. I didn’t want to directly address Junior’s passing so soon in a painting, but couldn’t ignore it either, so I settled on painting the Lilies given to me out of love and kindness as a memory to the best little friend I ever had.
His Lilies
23” x 24”
Acrylic on Wood

San Corazon (Saint Heart)

This is the latest in my series of made-up and make-believe saints, which have included Saint Chihuahua, San Homo, and The Patron Saint of Ants, among others.
This is:
"San Corazon" (Saint Heart)
20" x30"
Silverleaf and Acrylic on Canvas
No Saint By Any Means, TONY

Sunday, November 18, 2012

"Island Girl"

Last week, out of the blue, a 90 year old lady I knew when I lived in Hawaii, sent me an unexpected package filled with all sorts of gifts from Hawaii. An aloha shirt, short sleeve and long sleeve T-shirts, macademia nuts, a 2009 calendar of Hawaiian flowers, Kona coffee and guava jam. It made me a little homesick for Hawaii, and undoubtly inspired me to start work on this painting. I know I wouldn't have painted it had I not received that package. This is how I envision that little old lady as having looked, many years ago.

"Island Girl"
24" x 24"
Acrylic on Birch Wood

Aloha, TONY

Saturday, November 17, 2012

"The Adoption of my Mother"

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Touch the great Cherokee Chief to read the story of Tony's "The Adoption of My Mother 1933" painting.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (29)

he summer is here, and this weekly column (but not the entire blog) goes on summer break.
I started a long string of summer tasks today (a complete head to toe physical) and had good news: negative on one of two big "C" tests (the up-the-butt periscope). Good now for ten years (or so they say). Now I am waiting for the PSA test. Prostate cancer does run in the family so that is the more worrisome. Blood chemestry was off on a few key indicators (not bad, but not good). I will deal with that this summer.

Open your heart, open your mind
A train is leaving all day
A wonderful trip through our time
And laughter is all U pay
Around the world in a day
Around the world in a day
Around the world in a day
I will be in classes all summer (computer stuff) so that will be sucking a lot of my brain out. I have TONS of cleaning and tossing to do here and a whole series of landscaping chores to tend to. Putting on a new roof. Want to get new rugs but doubt I'll have the energy for that.

Now dig
Loneliness already knows U
There ain't no reason 2 stay
Come here and take my hand, I'll show U
I think I know a better way, y'all
Around the world in a day (listen 2 me, babe)
Around the world in a day (all the babies sing it now)

The little 1 will escort U
2 places within your mind
The former is red, white, and blue
The ladder is purple, come on and climb
Around the world in a day
Around the world in a day come on, sing
Around the world in a day

Say papa, I think I wanna dance

I will be building a monster PC this summer (4 gig, quad processor). I will be answering my backlog of 150 emails. If you want to contact me, email me (addr is on my profile) and I will answer. Until September, Tony will keep this blog alive by posting his paintings.
Here is the last bowl of soup until September (or until a guest chef, or myself if time allows, cooks up another). Yes, this pot like most is loaded with a subcurrent of deep personal meaning.

1. Bookends Theme is the opening track of Simon and Garfunkle’s LP of the same name. My placing this bit here as an overture will make thematic sense about 20 bowls of soup from now. Benjamin Levi Rides again. Take it Tony. Calling all cryptographers.

2. Around the World in a Day is title track from this Prince LP of the same name. Think psychedelic meets James Brown. Very underrated. I love the lyrics, and what they speak of. A journey around the world as a metaphor for an inner journey of change, and of transition. This describes what I am also doing with my summer in the non-material realm. This piece brings back a lot of memories of living in San Francisco in the mid 1980's. Last night I had a pleasent dream about Kelly and his cat Butch, someone I knew back then.
3. Underture is from the Who's wonderful "rock opera" Tommy. This is a soaring instrumental which fits into the "astral journey" theme I am striking. When you try to breach the gravitational pull of earth, you must reach a sufficiently high velocity to enter space. This music closes in on that escape velocity.

Mumbo and 5. Higher Mumbo occupy special places in my heart. The first is from Paul McCartney's first Wings LP: Wildlife. Having recovered from his Beatles breakup breakdown, he decided to rebuild his career from the ground floor: from a band of relative unknowns (as opposed to a pack of bloated so called superstars resting on their laurels), and to gig at randomly picked pubs and student union buildings by funky bus and van with the kids and the dogs. They would arrive unannounced and with zero fanfare.
Mumbo starts with Paul yelling "take it Tony" just as the engineer engages the record button on the tape. The song as such is little more than a live rehearsal jam, with Paul screaming nonsensical bits of syllables that occasionally sound like mumbled words. A funky beginning to his band that followed the Beatles. The “start from scratch” aspect appeals to my own artistic instincts.

In 2005 he authorized The Freelance Hellraiser to remix some of his back catalog into a potent mash up. It was released as Twin Freaks. Mumbo is one of the standouts of this project for me. This is hyper high energy cardo workout material in free of earth’s gravitational chains and in orbit. Hell yes!

All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your bowl of Saturday Night Soul for the Soul
by clicking the jukebox.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

"Virgin of Hollywood" (Santa Maria de la Hollywood)

This is a conglomeration of images from my past, from the Virgin to my friends and family, to part of the Hollywood sign to the Spanish Moss-draped oak trees I'm surrounded by today.

"Virgin of Hollywood"
24" x 30"
Acrylic on Canvas
Peace to all, TONY

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

"Park Encounter"

This is based on the park I walk my dogs through every other day, with a simplified version of Savannah’s most famous landmark in the background, the fountain. I’m not really sure what I’ve portrayed these people doing, or why there’s a fish in a bowl on the ground….but there they are. Just like most of the people I see in that park, I’m not sure why they’re there or what they’re doing, but there they are.

“Park Encounter”
24” x 30”
Acrylic on Canvas

Close Encounters of the Park Kind,

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Saturday Nite Soup for the Soul (02)

week of subtle consequence. We approach the fateful moment when the grand coronation of Sir All Omnipotent Darkness is to be held, and his first proclamation is the banishment of all that is light, as the destiny fanfare of his new reign heralds the age of darkness.

But the best laid plans can, and do go awry. At this very heart of this black apex, lie the resurrection of light, and therefore the seeds of destruction of darkness. This week's countdown to the winter solstice brings the dawn of the age of mammals, modestly existing in the margins of the last days of the
Terrible Lizards who spoil the earth.

This I witnessed: In a self created artificial atmosphere of Sturm und Drang, Tyrannosaurus Rex Junior continued to stomp and skulk about the landscape, destined to never possess the one intangible that his heart most longs for in this world. But all this has already faded away to inconsequence. The age of dinosaurs vanishes in the rear view mirror of history, and the age of mammals is already begun.

"I've got new eyes,
everything looks far away"

We had two terrible storms here on the northern pacific coast of the American continent. Trees upended, wires down, decks blow off, windows blown in, fences blown down, trees uprooted. My own home suffered minor to moderate roof damage. And in this storm, not one, but two voices from the past arrived, unexpectedly rentering the story line.

Young Eric. A friend from the past. Friendship ruptured by me. Good reasons? Yes...and no. Worth the cost? In retrospect, I think not worth it, but I cannot really say. He appeared in a vivid dream last Sunday night. In this dream, Young Eric asked me why I had never called him.

"The shadow in the mist could have been anyone."
I had tried to email him, last summer, but I used an old inactive address and my words went off into techno void. I had not realized that I had his phone number until the next night following the dream, when I searched and found that I did indeed posses an old number.
So I called and am glad that I did.

But I said that there were two voices. There were. Charles sent a Christmas card. No return address, of course . Hum...

All of this makes it's way into this weeks soup.   You can get your  bowl of Saturday Night  Soup for the Soul  by clicking the jukebox.