Thursday, April 28, 2016

Working on an ART video - "Silence Like A Cancer Grows"

 "The Sound of Silence", originally "The Sounds of Silence", is a song by the American music duo Simon & Garfunkel.

From an iconic song... Silence Like A Cancer Grows - art meets music or music meets art... it matters not.... my interpretation coming soon. But the inspiration came not from the Simon & Garfunkel version... BUT FROM the group named Disturbed - The Sound of Silence [Official Music Video]... below:


POWERFUL....yet the original and this one the lyrics have the same message. Just depends on your current state of of mind.

Friday, April 15, 2016

“The Sadness of the Moon” and “Black Surf”

The Sadness of the Moon © – Black & White Painting – (LEFT) Acrylic, Ink and Liquid Wax – Acrylic on paper 73cm x 106cm - (Sold)

Black Surf © – Black & White Painting – (RIGHT) Acrylic, Ink and Liquid Wax – Acrylic on paper 73cm x 106cm - (Sold)

Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight, living to hunt and kill, we are the… damned children of the night. Dragging our immune existence through thousands of centuries and from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality.

Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin, you can kill us a thousand times, but we’re the ones, who will always remain … – In Pain … In Pain:
“I’m the resurrection-man, who steals his own corpse and abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults”.

Death and decay, cadaverous smell, for us there’s neither heaven, nor is there a hell, and only the stigmata could be able to betray the sombre existence of the former days.

After the dead Lover’s kiss you fall into a dream, but with your second birth you’re a prince in our mournful realm. By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine, the cold, dark crypts are saving me … and mine. 

Death and decay, cadaverous smell, for us there’s neither heaven, nor is there a hell, and only the stigmata could be able to betray the sombre existence of the former days …
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and *equanimity.Carl Jung
 *Equanimity (Latin: æquanimitas having an even mind; aequus even animus mind/soul) is a state of psychological stability and composure which is undisturbed by experience of or exposure to emotions, pain, or other phenomena that may cause others to lose the balance of their mind.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Ancient Traveler #1 & #2 - Digital Artwork - Music by Carlos Nakai "Earth Spirit"

Ancient Traveler #1

Combining torn paintings, drawing, collage and tweaking with digital software the use of a scanner and with the music of Carlos Nakai playing in the background, Ancient Traveler #1 and #2 came about from a starting point of a blank page/screen so to speak.

Just allow the eye, hand and ear to trust ones gained skills and you will make the invisible, visible.

When teaching I used to say to my students learn all you can regarding the making of art... then throw it all out the window. And by way of working honestly, magically like an alchemist maybe a perfect certain object/image will be created.

Ancient Traveler #2

Carlos Nakai: Earth Spirit Wonderful music and images on this video.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

From a Drawing – to a Digital Artwork – Yin and Yang #2

The motion of yin and yang generates all things in nature – Above how Yin and Yang #2 was created… a simple drawing and music.

It all began from a brain scratch (drawing from sketch book) and music played in studio which actually was my brothers early CD (released 08 August 2008 ) titled Son of Science.

All drawings are either graphite or archival none fade water based felt tip pens, my favorite and usually three point sizes.

The music as described by my brother Andrew is experimental, ambient electronic fusion… lends itself to travel into a different space when drawing and creating a new visual experience on paper, canvas or digital artwork.


If you like something different musically to inspire ones brain check out Andrews site The Secession Records. WARNING… if your not adventurous, like to try something new, anal, musically narrow in taste, don’t like to be challenged….THEN this is for YOU.

Jump out of your old skin, put on a new hat and open your mind. It never ceases to amaze me… the creative process…. not just my own, but others.

Matters not if it’s in word, sculpture, music, dance, theater, street art, muti-media…. it’s all a wondrous journey. It never ceases to amaze me… the creative process…. not just my own, but others.

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Death of Artists: Drawing by SG – Poem by Charles Baudelaire

Death of Artists
The above drawn with coloured felt tip pens.
French and English Translation, Below
La Mort des artistes
Combien faut-il de fois secouer mes grelots
Et baiser ton front bas, morne caricature?
Pour piquer dans le but, de mystique nature,
Combien, ô mon carquois, perdre de javelots?
Nous userons notre âme en de subtils complots,
Et nous démolirons mainte lourde armature,
Avant de contempler la grande Créature
Dont l’infernal désir nous remplit de sanglots!
Il en est qui jamais n’ont connu leur Idole,
Et ces sculpteurs damnés et marqués d’un affront,
Qui vont se martelant la poitrine et le front,
N’ont qu’un espoir, étrange et sombre Capitole!
C’est que la Mort, planant comme un soleil nouveau,
Fera s’épanouir les fleurs de leur cerveau!
Charles Baudelaire
The Death of Artists
How often must I shake my bells, and kiss
Your brow, sad Travesty? How many a dart,
My quiver, shoot at Nature’s mystic heart
Before I hit the target that I miss?
We’ll still consume our souls in subtle schemes,
Demolishing tough harness, long before
We see the giant Creature of our dreams
Whom all the world is weeping to adore.
Some never knew their Idol, though they prayed:
And these doomed sculptors, with an insult branded,
Hammer your brows and bosom, heavy-handed,
In the one hope, O Capitol of shade!
That Death like some new sun should rise and give
Warmth to their wasted flowers, and make them live.
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
The Death of Artists
How many times must I shake my bauble and bells
And kiss your low forehead, dismal caricature?
To strike the target of mystic nature,
How many javelins must I waste, O my quiver?
We shall wear out our souls in subtle schemes
And we shall demolish many an armature
Before contemplating the glorious Creature
For whom a tormenting desire makes our hearts grieve!
There are some who have never known their Idol
And those sculptors, damned and branded with shame,
Who are always hammering their brows and their breasts,
Have but one hope, bizarre and somber Capitol!
It is that Death, soaring like a new sun,
Will bring to bloom the flowers of their brains!
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
La Mort des Artistes
how often must I shake my bells, and deign
to kiss thy brow debased, full travesty?
to pierce the mark, whose goal is mystery,
how oft, my quiver, waste thy darts in vain?
we shall exhaust our soul and subtle brain
and burst the bars of many a tyranny,
ere we shall glimpse the vast divinity
for which we burn and sob and burn again!
some too their idol never knew, and now,
flouted and branded with the brand of hell,
go beating fists of wrath on breast and brow;
one hope they know, strange, darkling citadel!
— can Death’s new sunlight, streaming o’er the tomb,
lure the dead flower of their brain to bloom?
— Lewis Piaget Shanks, Flowers of Evil (New York: Ives Washburn, 1931)

Friday, April 8, 2016

FragMENTAL digs – Collector of the Invisible #1

Collector of the Invisible Number #1
Digital artwork series “Collector of the Invisible Number #1”.

Combination of fragments cut/torn from older paintings, incorporating digital photographs from my Urban Abstract series to be scanned then finally using software ACDSee photo editor tool to achieve the above image.

Completed in approximately two hours. Not sure where this is taking me, but feel am embarking on a new journey.

Enter The Abyss #1 

Next move will see how these print on archival paper and take to framers…. depending on how large these can print… ideally 18 x18 inches in a boxed frame and prints floating rather than matted is how I see them at there best.

The images above were also done on the same evening with the music by Frederic Chopin playing in the background.