SOLSTICE
Yeh that was yesterday and . . . well . . . it’s been awhile . . . remnants of the past have reared it’s dusty head in the form of paintings that I had forgotten or just didn’t know that I had made! Rewind to 1966 . . . a time in space before 1968 . . . just got back from Santa Fe nueva Mexico had been to San Francisco for 6 months and was living in the Mojave desert . . . Antelope valley . . . Lancaster to be specific . . . Don van Vliet’s stomping ground (Captain Beefheart) still thinking I was bound for glory in the “art” world . . . didn’t come to my senses until about 1979 or 1982 . . . then I realized I destined to slavery in the workplace . . . teaching . . . freelancing . . . the day “laborhood” . . . you know standing on the sidewalk waiting for Godot . . . where was I?
Oh yeh . . . paintings . . . “art” . . . more like “zines” . . . sold two recent paintings over the past week . . . and I’ve stepped into the world of the self-published “zines” . . . did the mail-art thing back in the late 1970’s a precursor to the “zine” phenomenon . . . working on three zines one on the “zine” concept comma one about fish and another one on the Owens Valley Paiute language (illustrated – lino blocks) so I’m feeding my need to be two-dimensionally creatively poetic something like that . . . decided to be retro and revive imagery based on the old paintings.
I’m using a few iPad apps to manipulate the old paintings adjust colors etc.
Ciao 4 now . . .