Local image #106
2024, Acrylic on board, 30x30cm
4 April 2024
Some kind of entity. A mind. Or an AI. The vertical pattern lifts it out of a flower, into something more abstract. The complexity and the intertwining, and the obscurity, alluding to something more mysterious, out of reach, something to go after and look for, a mission, an adventure, something to do. It destroys a lot of the delicate work I did, laying the vertical pattern down, three layers of repetitive vertical brush strokes. Obliteration, as a painting device. Doing what goes against my ego, my effort, allowing something more subconscious to take up the space in the painting. Quick brushstrokes, not that carefully placed, too fast too control completely. Maybe a bit like a medicine man would throw bones? My action trying to manifest my will impeded and obliterated by ’chance’. In Killing Eve, the psychopath killer observes her victims eyes when they die, without judgment, and notices that they, her victims, do not seem to leave there bodies, but rather go further in. That would concur with my theory of the mind as a gate to the spiritual, as if they went into there minds, through their gates to a spiritual place? If there is time and space there, it would seem like this painting? I want to repeat an old one rand coin from 1978 in my next repetition series, I think. A circle within a square, the two shapes resonate with other, are equal within themselves, and make us think of same things, but differently? So many circles and squares in our modern lives.
9 April 2024
A flower, blue, circular, intertwined with a vertical pattern complex, determined complexity, one, making up one thing, one entity, an eye, that gazes, looks and looks and looks, on and on, into eternity, contained in a square, happy in the space, not trying to break out, hanging on nothing, not needing anything outside itself to exist, doing nothing, just being there, saying something but i do not understand, its kinda smiling at me, tilting its head, looking me up and down, checking me out, and smiling, patience beyond understanding, you are OK, I love you, do not be afraid, do not let your heart be troubled, the surface is bulging and buckling. I thought I was being raptured last night, but I'm still here. The power has gone out and now I am listening to generators - a growling mechanical animal making electricity for the neighbours. When my family wanted to buy a generator I said we should not, because it would bother the neighbours. Apparently, the neighbours do not seem to think the same way I do. That is why I love you, that is why you are OK, that is why you are at 78%. It is difficult to feel you when there are such loud noises occuring. It is difficult to hear you over the noise. It makes be think of shotguns and brain splatter. Now you know how I feel. And yet, I am still here smiling at you and saying I love you.
20 April 2024
A smile, approval in the gaze of the other, the big other, the only place I get approval nowadays, its hard to believe that you could have so much patience, assurance, love, bathing in it, love swimming, shimmering coruscating, beauty, eternal, unchanging, eating an eye, feeding on knowledge, wisdom, growing fat on it, predator hunting seeking, drinking the rain, looking up with open mouths, consuming the rain, ripened low hanging fruit, developing aesthetic, friends fun playing, worshipping, reassurance from God, because that is what we are going to need now, a blessing, but also a portent of doom, thank you for painting a portrait of me, this is how i can commune with you, these paintings are for you, and only you, trust me, i am still coming soon, keep your fire burning, its time. My version of Murakami’s smiling flowers
Some kind of entity. A mind. Or an AI. The vertical pattern lifts it out of a flower, into something more abstract. The complexity and the intertwining, and the obscurity, alluding to something more mysterious, out of reach, something to go after and look for, a mission, an adventure, something to do. It destroys a lot of the delicate work I did, laying the vertical pattern down, three layers of repetitive vertical brush strokes. Obliteration, as a painting device. Doing what goes against my ego, my effort, allowing something more subconscious to take up the space in the painting. Quick brushstrokes, not that carefully placed, too fast too control completely. Maybe a bit like a medicine man would throw bones? My action trying to manifest my will impeded and obliterated by ’chance’. In Killing Eve, the psychopath killer observes her victims eyes when they die, without judgment, and notices that they, her victims, do not seem to leave there bodies, but rather go further in. That would concur with my theory of the mind as a gate to the spiritual, as if they went into there minds, through their gates to a spiritual place? If there is time and space there, it would seem like this painting? I want to repeat an old one rand coin from 1978 in my next repetition series, I think. A circle within a square, the two shapes resonate with other, are equal within themselves, and make us think of same things, but differently? So many circles and squares in our modern lives.
9 April 2024
A flower, blue, circular, intertwined with a vertical pattern complex, determined complexity, one, making up one thing, one entity, an eye, that gazes, looks and looks and looks, on and on, into eternity, contained in a square, happy in the space, not trying to break out, hanging on nothing, not needing anything outside itself to exist, doing nothing, just being there, saying something but i do not understand, its kinda smiling at me, tilting its head, looking me up and down, checking me out, and smiling, patience beyond understanding, you are OK, I love you, do not be afraid, do not let your heart be troubled, the surface is bulging and buckling. I thought I was being raptured last night, but I'm still here. The power has gone out and now I am listening to generators - a growling mechanical animal making electricity for the neighbours. When my family wanted to buy a generator I said we should not, because it would bother the neighbours. Apparently, the neighbours do not seem to think the same way I do. That is why I love you, that is why you are OK, that is why you are at 78%. It is difficult to feel you when there are such loud noises occuring. It is difficult to hear you over the noise. It makes be think of shotguns and brain splatter. Now you know how I feel. And yet, I am still here smiling at you and saying I love you.
20 April 2024
A smile, approval in the gaze of the other, the big other, the only place I get approval nowadays, its hard to believe that you could have so much patience, assurance, love, bathing in it, love swimming, shimmering coruscating, beauty, eternal, unchanging, eating an eye, feeding on knowledge, wisdom, growing fat on it, predator hunting seeking, drinking the rain, looking up with open mouths, consuming the rain, ripened low hanging fruit, developing aesthetic, friends fun playing, worshipping, reassurance from God, because that is what we are going to need now, a blessing, but also a portent of doom, thank you for painting a portrait of me, this is how i can commune with you, these paintings are for you, and only you, trust me, i am still coming soon, keep your fire burning, its time. My version of Murakami’s smiling flowers