parapagraphy

when i was about 12 i think i remember writing a sentence or it may have been a parapagraphy without punctuation and my teacher told me it was the longest sentence he had ever come across well i was quite impressed with myself really quite so i like that word above that i wrote parapagraphy that´s what this is it´s a parpagrahy there you go ive changed the ehading and invented a word welol just felt like writing something really listening to jean cocteau can´t be bothered providing a link why do people link to vertything all the time yunno isnt it veritable mmm that´s tinteresting i used the word veritable without knowing what it means bt it must have been hidden away somewhere in the mind in the backblocks obscured by the fuzz mmm i like that obsured by the fuzz might amkae aq good paiting do u like spelling mistakes i means dont u know the writer better bny the mistakes they make or dont make and shudnt they really be left it gives you the reader an idea of my typing ablity and allows me to get on with thebusiness f freewriting stremaing consiousness laden with errors but of course i using a portuguese jkeyboard which makes it a bit tough and mmmm i cant stop my fingers from occasonally jumoing tot hebackspace key to knowck off a letter i know ive typed incorrectly there i did it again mmm subcocnsiouness is fascinating isnt it i really ahould send u a link to theis jean cocteau recording it´s thorouhgtly fascinating ok iw ill so here it is http://ubu.wfmu.org/sound/scanner/Scanner_BBC_The-Human-Voice_1998.mp3 mmlost train of thought no matter parapagraphing it´s und isn´t it , well it is for me i dont have to gotg back and fx all the errors for all the people who want the world to bejust so, yunno perfect where people dont mak e mistakes where weverything is just so and we judege everyone by the mistakes they dont make beccause thats how we can ake the world perfect when really it would be more interesting f the imperfectons of tlife were their in palne balck and white for all to se thus the digestion and understandingof which would be more palatabkel and even perhaos peple would be more free to say do be whatever they wat to be rather than what everyone e3lse expect them to be o0h i9m writing lookign at the swcrenn nw and akeing a kot orre mistales wehich i qute like as they wrods loik far more interesting to em and well its just more interesting to me, poerhaos not to to t0p you the reader nit it is to me i means hud i 3ve n care abotu ther eader no i shuldt as ths ltitle dity butyu is for me nt you itçs a record of thoughts a referenfe foi udeas da do do la jean cocteau has gfinished now so have i

New Static

I looked at Static from yesterday
and didn't like it - so it's dead.

This is the new static
I dunno how long it will last

I like it today
but that could change tomorrow.

A Poem

I thought I'd write a poem.

Static

Painted static on white
dunno why
no particular space or reason

watched a doco
about nothing
lost in space and reason

stuff
stuff like static
nothing and everything

like static on the box
light that's taken
2.5 million years to arrive

on the screen
starlight, fractured
and abated

from a vacuum
like us,
made of static

static
matter and anti-matter
zip, nada

Supposed - we are static.
In the abyss
of nothing.

A - G L I M P S E

In a moment,
it will come.

With you forever;
a prescient light.

Touches unspoken,
bevelled in trust.

An elusive delight,
taken by a moment.

Curiously still,
shrouded in space.

Unwinding the tethers,
of mind.

Listening to the wind,
of heart.

It's possible to find it,
and remember forever.


A - G L I M P S E

This Painting Upset my Wife

I dunno why she was upset - do you?

I enjoy doing imaginary pieces like this. It started off as a girl looking up, and then I thought of different things and it developed into this. I'm not sure if it's finished - I doubt that it is. It needs rendering, and well, I don't think I'm there with it, however I thought I'd share it anyway and see what you think. Do post a comment.

If you do it'll be the first. Thanks for visiting.

Oh Papaya

'Oh Papaya' is a kind of play on words.
In Portuguese it reminds me of,
'oh papai', or 'oh mamae'.

Children exclaiming in the street 'oh papai/mamae, eu quero, eu quero' when he/she wants a lolly or something.

So it sprang to mind -'oh papaya'.
I bought some Papaya's on the way home tonight.

They're cheap in Brazil.
About 50 cents each.

They taste good, look good, smell good, but don't step in it.
Cheech and Chong - rambling.

I looked up the etymology of Papaya,
and it's Spanish in origin and used to mean 'fruit' in the 1590's,
followed by 'tree' in the 1610's.

But it doesn't say anything else.

It's got a nice rhythym.
The word - it has a nice ring to it.

It might be a good name for a dog or something else congenial.
What else is congenial?

Not much.
An imaginary lover perhaps.

Real ones aren't congenial are they?
Long term they aren't.

Oh, I know - those rubber lovers that lonely psychotic virgins buy to play with at home.

Stop right there!

Here's 'oh papaya'.

Still Life 'floater'

This looks like a croissant 'floater'.
My first shot at a reflection

It's a leaf.
Painted wet on wet.

Nicotine and Energy

Had fried shrimp for lunch,
- didn't feel well.

Went to bed for a snooze.
Got up; tried to kick start my day again.

Still didn't feel too good.
Lay around, watched some tv, had a cigarette.

Found some vitamen C.
Two tabs that fizz - and I was feeling better.

Trying to knock out a painting a day.
This was a tough one.

Called it 'Nicotine and Energy'.

Vomit!

It's a sick sick world.
Men of power,
greed, and cunning.
Vomit!

Banal and sophomoric,
evil men;
ohhhh such vile, vile, vile men.
Vomit!

Arrogant,
cantakerous,
cruel and callous men.
Vomit!

May they drown,
in blood,
in the blood of angels,
and vomit, vomit, vomit!

Self Morphosis

Self Morphosis

No, no, no
something wasn't right
isn't right
never right

Morphed again
drinking coke, smoking.
searching - pushing
not right

Circles, more circles
red, black, yellow
circles around my brain, BIG
aarrggghh that's better
something is right

Light, there must be light
shade, paint, more
more
it's not right, never right

Darkness
not perfect for godsake nothings perfect
don't seek
don't

I don't like the circles
paint em
more paint
arrrgghhh that's better
feeling better now.

Morphed again.

I Can't Paint Day

I'm having an 'I can't paint day'. I've started a piece for St Georges Day which is on April 23rd, and it was going along well the first day (yesterday), but I managed to stuff it up today. So, I started something else. A 6 by 6 sill life. Bloody still life's. Well, it was a complete shamoosshhh! So, I quashed it. Went for a walk around the block. Did some real work, and now I'm back at it. I've started another self portrait - I think I'll refer to them as 'self discovery tours' as they seem to lead in all different directions that are quite unexpected. I also started another still life of an onion and a garlic. Surely I can paint an onion and a garlic. Frustrated! So, I decided to find out what I should be painting. What's my personality type? I went online and did this personality test which told me I was an ENTP. Here's the definition and where you can find out what you are. So then I tried to find out how this ENTP personality type might adapt to painting. Should I be painting abstracts, figurative, portraits, still life, expressionist, impressionist - well of course I couldn't find out. Why hasn't someone made a list of all the artists personality types, so we can discover which genre might suit our personality? Indeed shouldn't it be the first thing educators do at school? When you're five years old, you get tested, and streamed into different classes. Why didn't anyone ever offer an Art class to me at school? Why did I get pushed into accounting? I hated accounting. Educators need to get a grip on what the student wants, not what they want. Let the student decide when and how they're educated. Find out their personality type, and learner type very early on in their education and focus. Instead we waist all this time 'finding out who we really are' because the educators didn't do the job right in the first place. End of rant. So, I found out that Rachel Ray is an ENTP too. Mmmm no help there. Well, she's a cook and so am I, and she's creative, and sociable so yes there are similarities. Anyway, I'll keep painting and see what happens. At least 'artist' is one of the careers first suggested for an ENTP type. It means we can start lots of things and not finish them. We can dream. We can imagine things that don't exist and create them. We can have 5, 10, 50 paintings on the go at one time. That's salubrious!

I hope you're getting there in whatever you're doing.

Me: If not, like Churchill said 'never, never, never give up' right?

ENTP: Well, give up if you hate it and try something new. That's my ENTP advice.

Me: Be quiet ENTP. That's not good advice. Remember, never start what you can't finish. You're always changing your mind! You drive me nuts!

ENTP: Yep, it's coz I'm ENTP. A visionary! Get over it!

Me: You're right. Here's my onion.

ETNP: Aren't you going to finish it (laugh)?

Me: Later (cringe).

J.W.M.Turner - Poet/Artist

I'm reading 'Turner - His Life and Work' by Jack Lindsay . In it, Lindsay talks about Turner's love of travel and adventure. With a knapsack and easel thrown over his shoulder - off Turner would venture into the wild blue yonder to discover the joys of the world. On these journeys he'd sketch and paint (as you'd expect). But, he would also write poetry.

Chapter five of the book is entitled 'The World of Poetry' and it outlines the part poetry had to play throughout Turner's life.

Well, I came across this 'love' poem written by Turner around 1800-1805 and I thought I'd share it with you, along with one of his paintings. I've typed the poem here exactly as it appears in the book. The painting is from Wikipedia with a creative commons license.

I like seeing Turner's poetry and paintings together. I think it adds another layer of complexity. You can feel his intensity through both.

I mentioned yesterday that I struggle with still life, and I think I know why. In my opinion most still life paintings lack emotion unlike other forms. I wonder if Turner painted any still life's? I doubt it somehow. Being pent-up wasn't his style. Or at least it wasn't on the canvas as it may have been in the bedroom. He remained single and forlorn his entire life.

Turner may have been thinking of 'Fisherman at Sea 1796' - the painting below, when he wrote this poem. There's no mention of it in Lindsay's book, but they do appear to complement each other. Lindsay does say that Turner was having problems in his relationship with Sarah Danby at the time. She was married to a friend of Turners, who died suddenly. And Turner filled the void so to speak. So, this was a difficult time for Turner.

I'll toddle off and go and paint my wee 6 by 6' still life now. Light and shade, light and shade, emotion, turbulence.......bye.

Love is like the raging Ocean
Wind(s) that sway it's troubled motion
Womens temper will supply

Man the easy bark which sailing
On the unblest treacherous sea
Where Cares like waves in fell succession
Frown destruction over his days
Overwhelming crews in traitrous way

This thro life we circling tread
Recr(e)ant poor or vainly wise
Unheed(ing) grasp the bubble Pleasure
Which bursts his grasp or flies

Daily Paintings

I painted my coffee cup tonight on a little 6 inch by 6 inch canvas. Why? Well, I have all these 6 by 6 canvases hanging about my little enclave and I need to paint on them.

There's a movement afoot called 'daily painters'. People who paint small original artworks on a daily basis. Various articles have been written about them. I noticed Daily Painters a few years ago, and since then I've seen other sites popping up like Fresh Daily Painters and Daily Painting Originals. It's a good way to make a buck and sustain oneself, whilst working on larger works.

So, I'm tempted to join. I need to get into the habit I think, and practice my brush skills.

The problem I have with it is that a lot of the work on these sites doesn't suit my tastes. Don't ask why. I just find it uninteresting. Of course anyone could say that about what I paint. It's boring, weird, or just plain unattractive. That part doesn't worry me. I listen to what people have to say of course, but I also have to think who says it, and well there are a whole lot of other factors that come into it. I mean it's completely subjective. What does concern me is how I might fit in. I've been giving it some thought. I'm not much of a still life painter. I get bored easily. Daily Painters suit a more deligent, patient, and technically minded personality. Not like me. But, then today I was thinking of Giorgio Morandi. Now, his still lifes are captivating. Perhaps I could use bottles, vases and cups as a theme? I think it might be a good idea. Morandi, yes. So, if you're wondering why I start painting cups, saucers, vases, and bowls and things just think of Morandi.

My Coffee Cup.

Christiano and Alma - Artists

Last Friday I went to an exhibition opening for a design company called Retina78. During the night I managed to have a chat with the very amicable Alma Thomas and her friend Christiano Menezes. Christiano is very talented photographer, illustrator, and artist. He was celebrating his 10th anniversary at Caza Arte Contemporanea. I'd recommend that you check out Christiano's website here.

Yes, it was a night out for the cool crowd, and me.

Here's a badly edited video (I tried my best) of the chat we had together, followed by some of Christiano's artwork, and a beautiful ballad entitled 'fall' sung by Alma. I should mention that Alma and her husband Pedro also run a production company and if the video is anything to go by, a very creative one.

Poema de Beco

Que importa a paisagem, a Glória, a baía
a linha do horizonte?
-O que vejo é o beco. - Manuel Bandeira

A translation would be something like this.

What does it matter - Gloria (a suburb of Rio), the bay, the horizon.
What I see is the alleyway.

Small restaurant,
an alley,
red light.
No pretense,
a feast, a poem,
a generous host.

Pop

This is another self portrait but it looks like Pop, my Grandad. It wasn't until I took it off the easel that I realised that somehow a painting of me had turned into a painting of my Grandad. The resemblance is uncanny. I was looking at myself in the mirror, until about half way through when I stopped looking in the mirror and let go. By let go, I mean I wasn't getting in the way. I was letting the brush go. Uncanny really. I'll cherish this. I'll let it dry and perhaps make some changes - perhaps not.

Clarissa Campello

Self Portrait

Looks great on the wall. I'm really happy with this.

You can vote for this self portrait by clicking on this link. I've entered a competition with this work and would welcome your support. Thanks!

Arthur - R-2

This is Arthur - pronounced 'R 2' in Portuguese - hence R-2.

He is our neighbour's 5 year old child. Full of spark, cheeky, intelligent, and lovable. He pops in often to play, to have a chat, or even to paint. The first picture is his latest work, and then my painting of Arthur - R-2.