
Pencil Sketch on normal bond paper
I impose no rules on myself in this web blog journey, other than to be original, since Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
...Twitter, Twitter, Twitter. Seems every where you turn these days that little blue bird is staring you right in the face
Remember Neda ...even with an offoicial ban on "public" mourning ...and even if the truth gets "officially" shredded!
The murder of a young teenage girls, out watching the crowd with her father (apparently not joining in the protest) is a horrible and callous act. The anguish of a doctor trying desperately to help her. The fact that it was caught on video and posted on YouTube does means now the whole world knows. But will the world remember? Have we forgotten east timor already?
I would like other artist to capture their feeling of this event, and like picasso did for guernica leave some powerful images, and other works so the world can not forget.
We need peace not more bloodshed.
My view is that the depth and size of the responses to the elections in Iran, have caught politician on all side out ... well off guard ... with not the slightest idea of how to respond .. which is good. it may mean they listen to the people ... BUT I am worried that peace and truth will be the next casualties.
The movement may not last past friday prays, I worry that we will see east timor all over a gain ...my fear is the Basij & maybe security forces loyal to Ahmadinejad may run amok .. The slogan will change from "Where is my vote?" to "Who can we trust?"
From afar we need to keep public the message that people have a right to see their votes counted, we should not meddle in who the vote is for.

"Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life.” -- Picasso.
The point of my photography has always been to challenge myself, to go a little further than my Germanic discipline and Teutonic nature would traditionally permit me to.

I have been told that the garden is a metaphor for life ... many times ... I never understsood what was the point ... but this humble leaf stopped me in my tracks ... made me rethink ... reminded me I could so easily whither (and die) ... damn that is a metaphor I don't want to know about ... roll on spring and the new growth ... the rejuvination


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
The theory that Gaugain was the one that actually cutoff Van Gogh's Ear is quite believable. Gaugain was skilled at fencing and the pair were quarreling a lot and had basically fallen out at the time of the incident. However there does seem a lot of sensationalism, for example, the speculation that they were fighting over a prostitute, would they really make a secret pact to keep the incident quiet, how secret can you keep it when you give your ear away? And wrapped up like a gift? How many destitute artists carried swords at night in 1888? the other medical issues poor Vincent suffered. All a bit too conspiracy theory-ish for me in the end.
"Near the brothel, about 300 metres from the Yellow House, there was a final encounter between them: Vincent might have attacked him, Gauguin wanted to defend himself and to get rid of this 'madman'. He drew his weapon, made some movement in the direction of Vincent and by that cut off his left ear." Kaufmann said it was not clear if it was an accident or an aimed hit.
sorry if i have disappointed any regular readers with my extended absence I have been in a dark and unpleasant place, full of sick people, a place you are supposed to mend but it is souless and impersonal, and with the health scares related to H1N1 (notice I didn't use the pig word) many people may also regret being taken to such a place ... so my advice don't panic, eat and sleep well, and stay in the light.having been "out of action" for a what seems likes mopnths but may have jut been a week, I find myself muddling around and just pushing paint ... so I wanted to get some spontaneity back ... so i've changed to a new sable dagger brush and a simple wash or two ... but i am focusing on gesture ... gesture of my brush strokes

“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.” George Bernard Shaw
