Thursday, September 18, 2014

"American Marriage"


I could easily write a ten page tirade about the lame, ignorant arguments against gay marriage. But for me, it comes down to “You either believe in equal rights, or you don’t”. I’ve lost all patience with those that don’t. I couldn’t care less how Miss California defines god. You either believe in equal rights or you don’t.

And civil unions? Didn’t this country learn anything from that shameful chapter of American history called “Separate But Equal”?

In this painting, I added the five state birds of the five United States that now extend equal rights to ALL of its citizens. I was sad not being able to add the state bird of my home state, the California Valley Quail.


1) Massachusetts, the first state to legalize gay marriage after its Supreme Court ruled such a ban was unconstitutional, in 2003. (The Black-Capped Chickadee)

2) Connecticut, October 2008, the state’s Supreme Court struck down a civil union law that limited marriage to heterosexuals. (The American Robin)

3) Iowa, April 3, 2009, the state’s Supreme Court ruled bans on marriage for gays violated equal protection laws. (The American Goldfinch)

4) Vermont, April 7, 2009, the legislature overrode the governor’s veto of a legalization bill. (The Hermit Thrush)

5) Maine, May 6, 2009, the governor signed into law a gay marriage bill (also The Black-Capped Chickadee)

This painting is:
“American Marriage”
24” x 36”
Acrylic on Canvas

All Men Are Created Equal,

TONY


"Canine Baptism" (April 30, 2007)




A silly painting for a silly ritual, this is:
"Canine Baptism"18" x 24"
Copperleaf and Acrylic on Canvas

Silly too, TONY




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

"Saint Sebastian, Tacked"

This is another in my long series of Saint Sebastian. Instead of the typical arrows, I used tacks to pierce him, and put him in contemporary clothing. The vining plant behind him is a nasty plant I never knew of until I moved to Savannah. Briarwood, a vine with stickers that will quickly and completely engulf any plant and tree if left unchecked.


“Saint Sebastian Tacked”

24” x 30”
Copperleaf and Acrylic on Canvas
Seeing the world as a more boring place without Michael Jackson in it, TONY

Monday, September 15, 2014

The Tie That Bites





The tie that binds, the tie that bites. Different views of the same thing. Whatever that "thing" might be.

"The Tie That Bites"
24" x 24"
Goldleaf, Acrylic on Canvas


Here's to ties, TONY







Sunday, September 14, 2014

"Daffodude"






I finished this painting before taking off last week for Savannah to look at homes. I found a very nice 1928 brick home, and it looks like the deal will go through and will close on July 12, giving me one week to make the 1,750 drive from New Mexico.

The title of this painting is a takeoff off of the flower "Daffodil". I planted 250 Daffodil bulbs last fall and was surrounded by their flowers this past spring. But they'll all be staying in New Mexico.

"Daffodude"
11" x 14" x 3"
Silverleaf and Acrylic on Canvas

Peace, TONY




Friday, September 12, 2014

Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (36)








Myspace Backgrounds'm a disco dancer
But I've got no place to go.


I have spent the past year brooding (and believe me, us Teutonic Aryans know how to brood), not knowing what to do with the rest of my life – if anything – or even if I wanted to live the rest of my life. I just did not know what to do.
I am unsure where the answer came from, how it came, or even when it came. But one morning about three or four weeks ago (a bit after New Year’s) I decided that the meaning of life was to live – no more and no less – and that by that alone everything else would fall into place as it was meant to be.

Myspace Backgrounds'm a disco dancer, baby! And my feet won't touch the floor

Either a fool’s errand, or an act of 100 percent faith.




I've been looking for a dance to do
I've been looking for some answers, too
Now I'm back to change your mind
Now I'm moving right in time
In a world that's turned unkind
I see what's going on behind my back



 

 
his past week has brought the end of a friendship. I let things build up, allowing things to go unanswered. And then came a straw that broke this camels back. And thus, the friend has gone off to seal themselves into the cult of the closed mind and smug soul.  How I dislike fucked up religions and the messed up peoples who go into them to spiritually die. 

Gracias por todo.

Adiós.



I'm a disco dancer
And I keep dancin' on and on
(I'm a disco boy I'm a disco boy)

Whoa no!

I'm a disco dancer, baby
But I think there's something's wrong!
(I'm a disco boy I'm a disco boy)
Oh no!
Oh no!
Oh no!

I've been sleeping twenty years or more
I remember a long time ago
Now I'm back to change your mind
Now I'm moving right in time
In a world that's turned unkind
I see what's going on behind my back


R. wrote me asking: You spoke of this friend, was he/she a coworker or some sort?

My reply: He - my PR friend across the street. His cycle appears to be:

1. Drinking too much. I have not observed ill effects here - personality wise or in ill judgment on his behalf - but his wife has mentioned it as being an issue and she is rock solid. And then

2. Repeatedly lurching into and out of repulsive religiosity, perhaps to stop drinking too much?.

He is in the latter phase. He sent a junk email that was a call to "Hate for Jesus" and that was the straw that made me call him on his behavior,  which has ended the friendship. His junk mail  was factually and provably untrue with a 20 second Google search. However, he is intellectually lazy and lacking, so that was not going to occur on his end.  

It debased the ACLU and I am a member of it. So, I chose to call him on it and did it with my usual intensity. Members of his family here lose his number when he is in this phase and he is oblivious to that fact. 

So I chose the moment and timing of when to confront him. I have already come around to believing that this is what I was supposed to do and knew what the price to me (lost friend) would be. I suppose that I have a need to not be connected to him (and therefore on some level dependent upon him) at this time. There it is! How is that for self-enforced tough love? And I rememeber something offensive he said and did on a few months ago that I did not react to but it really did bother me for days afterwards. 

I think one of the modern seven deadly sins is malformed deadly religiosity that is based on hate, division, and smugness. American establishment Christianity seems so full of it. Oh old school such as Methodist or Episcopalian isn’t. But, country club big money cult style is horrific and attracts and breeds the worst in humanity. There is not a church on earth that I would surrender to and join. Not one. 

I am hungry; I hope you are too. Soup’s ready, so let us break bread together, and eat.


1. Sea Breezes A short intro by German Techno pioneers Kraftwerk introduces the first song, Sea Breezes by Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music. Roxy Music helped set the stage for the 1980’s rock scene with their pioneering use of synthesizers and contrarian suave and glamorous image, long before it became the norm.


Physically, he resembled Anthony Perkins (yes, Psycho's Tony Perkins, pictured below) cum lounge singer. Bryan Ferry had an incredible and unique voice; he was sort of a wailing crooner. His voice is powerful and delicately nuanced all at once (yes, an oxymoron)
perhaps a bit in the style of Anthony Newley. David Bowie was certainly influenced by Bryan Ferry in his Young Americans persona, not to mention the plague of limp pretty boy “haircut” bands that made the Reagan 1980’s so musically wonderful (or unbearable as it was to my tastes).



Sea Breezes is an interesting song, almost being two separate songs. The main song contains a lilting melody tinged with sadness. It surrounds the middle song, whose lyrics bluntly describe a post break-up situation the the lyrics of the first song toy with. I had not thought of this song in years, and this past week it drifted into my mind seemingly out of nowhere.


2. Going, Going, Gone This track is by America’s vagabond poet Bobby Dylan, and is found on his 1974 Planet Waves (which was to originally be titled “Ceremonies of the Horsemen”) LP. The song has been described by some writers as a tale of “Suicide Averted”. His performance, backed by the Band, is powerful, and to the point, casting a most pointed and piercing mood that matches the lyrics.

He and the Band went out

on an astounding tour to promote the LP. The tour was the musical event of the entire year 1974 (I was there). This was the time when the incredibly corrupt Richard Milhous Nixon and his gang of henchmen were fighting to avoid having to answer for their crimes committed during Nixon’s Imperial Republican Presidency.

Dylan became the symbol of the people’s will during that tour. This tour is where the custom of lighting matches or Bic lighters just before the artist hits the stage originated. These shows were truly tribal gatherings of the counter culture, who went on to force Nixon from office six months later (and later still to morph into the fat, bloated and gassy, intolerant and greedy, Country Club cult christians by the 1990's – but that story will have to wait for a later sermon) .


3. I'm Free

4. Tour de France

5. Disco Dancer

6. Sea Brezes

 Click to Listen

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


Thursday, September 11, 2014

"LA City Hall Thru Haze"




I planned on painting something more abstract, but, as always, wanted something representational to base it on, so I chose L.A.'s City Hall. The haze is what makes it abstract to me, and could be seen as L.A.'s famous smog or my fading memory of L.A.'s most famous building.

"L.A. City Hall Through A Haze"
18" x 24"
Acrylic on Canvas

My best to you TONY


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

"Finches"






Going through $30 worth of bird seed per week, I'm now surrounded by all sorts of birds. Finches are among my favorites and one of the tamest, nesting in my hanging plants and flying indoors if a door is left open. This painting is to remind me of them.

"Finches"
20" x 20" x 3"
Acrylic on Canvas

Bye Bye Finchie,TONY




Monday, September 8, 2014

"Shower Scene"




This is the last of my hexagon paintings, and I doubt I'll ever do another one. They were a challenge and fun to do, but the series of them has run its course. This is:
"Shower Scene"36" x 36"
Acrylic on Canvas
TONY


Sunday, September 7, 2014

Tony De Carlo, B. 1955 D. August 16, 2014

Tony de Carlo - SAVANNAH - Tony de Carlo (58) died at his home in Savannah, GA., August 16th after a short illness. Tony was born in Inglewood, California to Betty June ( deceased) and Anthony Carl de Carlo. He is survived by his father, a brother Gary of Iowa, a brother Rick of California, and his soul mate of many years Isidro Chavez of Los Angeles, California. Tony was a self taught artist whose works are in the collections of many museums in the U,S,, and private collections around the world. His work has been featured on the cover of many magazines world wide, other publications, and art journals. His cremains will be interred in California next to his mother. www.tonydecarlo.com 

Heritage Cremation Savannah Morning News August 26, 2014 

Please sign our Obituary Guest Book at savannahnow.com/obituaries.

"Patron Saint of Parrots"


"Patron Saint of Parrots"
" 30" x 36"
Acrylic on Canvas




Click Superboy and his best friend Krypto to read the story of Tony's "Patron Saint of Parrots"painting.

"Banana Row"


I planted a long row of Banana trees this spring, to give me cover from my next door, nosy, Yugoslavian neighbors. They're not in bloom, or giving fruit yet, but one day they will. Hopefully before I die.


"Banana Row"
24" x 36"
Acrylic on Canvas
Bananas, TONY


Saturday Night Soup (37)



This week’s soup carries a sub-title of “To whom it may concern”.
This past week I received a nice email from an apparent "Wunderkind" who is a university mathematics major. He is working on a paper whose subject ( I would roughly call it "Chaos Theory meets the I Ch’ing") is only tangentially related to what I am about to divulge .
He told me that he enjoyed this blog, especially the signature “Saturday Night Soup” entries. He then asked me a question that I had not anticipated receiving (perhaps I believe myself to be too clever by half?) . He cut to the chase, wanting to know if I had encoded “secret messages” in the posts of that series.
I know what those of you reading are likely thinking. I had the same two thoughts, either
  1. “oh oh – this person does what the voices in his head tell him to do”
  1. "Uh, this person may have watched a few too many episodes of Blue's Clues"
So I asked him to “Please explain how you found my encoded secret messages”. He laid out his cryptographically derived evidence for one of the posts in the series - Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (8).
The methodology he has employed to “crack the code” was complex, based both upon the text where font size and colour sets it off for emphasis, and upon the music selections.
As with the text where selected musical fragments are mixed together (as is prevalent in this particular Soup he chose as his example), he applied the same exact algorithm to the bits of lyrics and titles related to the fragments. The resulting message: uncannily accurate to the moment in time related to the post.


So, returning back to his original question: “Have you encoded secret messages into the Saturday Night Soup blog entries?”. That is an EXCELLENT question. He goes to the head of the class.

1./2. John, I'm Only Dancing - David Bowie’s 1972 single is his homo-epic sung to his insecure and apparently jealous fictionalized boyfriend “John”, telling him to not worry about a girl he is hanging out with because they are “only dancing”. It was not released by the idiots running RCA because they felt it was a tad too something (could it be… homoerotic?). I have long fancied this song. Despite being 38 years old, it stands the test of time well. That, to me, is what great art is. Art that represents the best of its genre and time/place. Very little of popular culture stands that test of time.
David recut the song in 1973 for the "Aladdin Sane" (a lad insane) LP. This version has more punch and drive than the original

Joey comes on strong,
Bet your life he's putting us on
Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
Oh move me, touch me.
JOHN, I'M ONLY DANCING


3. John, Im Only Dancing (Again) - to be continued

 CLICK TO LISTEN4. Facination - to be continued

5. Hot Soup Jamming Fools - to be continued

You can get your bowl of Saturday Night Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

"Already Gone"





I'm still not close to being physically gone from New Mexico, but I'm definitely mentally gone from here already. I feel like I'm in some sort of limbo purgatory place, not really here, and not really there. In the meantime, I just keep painting day and night and waiting.

"Already Gone"
15" x 30" x 3"
Copper, Silverleaf, Acrylic on Canvas

Best wishes, wherever you are! TONY





"Tug"


I was contacted by a book publisher in Europe asking if I had any "male masturbation" paintings. I've never portrayed any graphic acts of sex, or even body fluid in my paintings, but I decided to paint this for the publishers, and it's about as graphic as I choose to get.


The choice of flowers was probably an easy one. I know my male nudes come off as sexual to some people, but I've always viewed them as more sensual than sexual, even if they are nude. I don't know if the publishers will decide to use this image or not, the book is still two years away from publication, but they do want to use at least one of my images, whatever they decide. This is:

"Tug"
24" x 36"
23K Goldleaf, Silverleaf, 
Acrylic on Canvas


Sensual, Sexual, Sensational, What's The Difference, 
Yours,  TONY


"I'm With Stupid"









"Flower Power"

The person in this painting is loosely based on someone I met here. The flowers are from memory, representing my anxious yearning for the arrival of spring.

"Flower Power" 24" x 30"
Acrylic on Canvas
Glad January is Over, TONY

Patron Saint of Bamboo











This is the latest in my series of Made Up Saints. I originally intended "Made Up" to mean "imaginary", but I guess it could also mean "decked out". This one could mean both, I suppose, since it's the nonexistent Patron Saint of Bamboo, and it's also Isidro made up as the saint. This painting seems a bit comical to me, like the Catholic church itself.


"The Patron Saint Of Bamboo"
48" x 48"
Copperleaf and Acrylic on Canvas

Happy May Day to You, TONY




Friday, September 5, 2014

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

"Three With Callas"






This is the second painting I painted on top of an old one. The original, nine years old, was painted after I toured the old Lincoln Heights jail after being asked to create an art installation in one of the cells there. (I went and saw it, got creeped out, and never created one). The air of oppression in that jail overwhelmed me, but inspired me to create a painting of several prisoners in jail.

It was a depressing image to me, and I was glad to finally let it go and be replaced with an image more uplifting that I wanted to move with me across country. I've just about got my home ready to be listed for sale, and as soon as it does, I'll be moving to Savannah, probably sometime this summer. I'm not happy about uprooting myself yet again and moving another 1,600 miles, but I know I'll be thrilled to get there and am looking forward to settling down for awhile and staying put.

"Three With Callas"
17" x 45.5"
Acrylic on Canvas

Best wishes, TONY

Monday, September 1, 2014

"San Chortizo"

This is another in my series of Make Believe Saints, named after the Mexican sausage dish, Chorizo.
"San Chorizo"
24" x 36"Silverleaf, Acrylic on Canvas

Peace,Tony