Hell's Aliens Grand Master

An old friend from Los Angeles gave me the complicated web address and pass words to a highly confidential website published by the Congress of Deep Planet Archeology. My friend asked to remain anonymous. When I asked him if I could blog about the material on the web site he hesitated. "Janet, you may blog this, if you feel that you must. But, I must warn you not to expose yourself, there have been murders! It is just too dangerous."

Dear reader, you will soon understand how I was dumbfounded at the bizarre story revealed on the website.

At great risk to myself, I will tell you the implausible facts of the case. It is dangerous to publish this hidden information, but I believe the world should know the truth.

In July of 2008, archeologist exploring a labyrinth of tunnels beneath Los Angeles, discovered a luxurious underground bunker mansion. They found a subterranean structure encompassing 33 opulent rooms with fantastic furnishings.

The mansion had its own electrical system powered by magnetic waves from earths core. The advanced technology was eagarly examined by engineers.

Scientist discovered many mysterious machines. Artifacts inventoried included some of the earliest Harley Davidson motorcycle models. Enigmatic electronic equipment baffled the explorers. Strange machines with unknown configurations of micro technology were studied by a handful of scientists from the electronic and engineering fields. The scientist were skeptical but after careful examination, they had to concluded that these were devices for interstellar communications.

Lying close together in one large, beautiful room, the scientist found 69 unusual skeletons.

Autopsy of the skeletons brought even more unbelievable surprises. The humanoid bones fit into no known anatomical categories. It was whispered that the remains were human/alien hybrids, but none of the scientists wanted to risk their academic credentials by asserting this implausible fact.

The professors only had a few short days to examine the bunker before the ACI (American Control Institute.) heard about the find and sealed the site. The explorers were captured and transported blindfolded to a site more secret than area 54. Most of the archeologist and scientists involved endured painful cranial "treatments" at the hands of the ACI Department of Memory Enhancement. Which is code doublespeak for a team of vicious memory erasure experts.

Gilbert Ford, PhD, eluded the ACI captors. Then, he escaped by sailing with his wife and children to Belize. From a secluded villa he was able to contact other members of the Congress for Deep Planet Archeology, and publish his findings and photographs to the top secret website.

Dr. Ford's extensive research lead him to courageously propose a theory about the case. He believes that circa 1948 the bunker was home to a highly unusual motorcycle gang. The members of this club were human/alien hybrids.

Beings from a distant, as yet undiscovered galaxy crashed their ship in Death Valley about 1922. Unable to return to their home planet they resigned themselves to life on earth. Traveling by night they made their way to Los Angeles. They called themselves Hell's Aliens.

Earth women were recruited into the club where they were treated like Goddess Queens. Just as all earth women should be treated.

Unions between the aliens and human women produced a small race of extremely intelligent and superbly athletic beings. They built their bunker mansion and lived covert lives of creativity and joy.

They were able to mingle in the world, disguised with motorcycle helmets. They founded Harley Davidson, invented and developed motorcycles. Hell's Aliens could ride like the wind.

The ET's saw the stupidity, the confusion of humans. They empathized with the suffering of life on earth. They saw great potential for the human race. They began to instigate reforms. The Hell's Aliens discovered gentle, meditative, mind enhancing techniques. They meditated as a group and sent positive love vibrations to the whole human race. IMAGINE was the name given to the meditation project. These vibrations helped humans improve emotional intelligence, decision making skills, and interpersonal skills.

They were on the brink of wonderful evolutionary changes. They would help humans create paradise on earth. The potential was there, it just needed a little, psychic nudging. AND... more time.

The Hell's Aliens maintained their anonymity for several decades before being discovered by the ACI.

In the few years that operation IMAGINE was performed astonishing changes occurred. Small groups and individual humans benefitted from their interventions and took evolutionary psychological jumps. A lucky few people absorbed the vibrations and began to fulfill the utopian potential that Goddess intends for her humans.

Sadly, the peaceful Hell's Aliens were gassed in their beautiful bunker mansion. The hybrids were stalked by the ACI. Poisoned gas was released, contaminating the dwelling for thirty years. They were killed by ignorance and prejudice. (A typical occurrence on earth.) They were destroyed by human fear.

I was able to download this fantastic portrait of the Hell's Aliens Grand Master before my computer began to crash. The image degraded to a certain extent but I restored it with photoshop.

Dear reader, I understand your difficulty in comprehending this implausible incident. I, too, could not believe what I read. Then a strange peace came over me and all the puzzle pieces fit in place. I knew that this was not just another alien hoax. I knew the full truth.

Please let me know how this effects you and what you think. If you have any information about Hell's Aliens or the subterranean Los Angeles bunker mansion, please share your information.

We need to investigate this occurrence. The future of the human race depends on it.

Aunt Moonbeam and Unkle Apple Skelly

Unkle Saxie Skelly

Drummer Riff Raff Skelly Kat

Skelly Kat Series
Now for something different.

I created the three pieces in the Skelly Kat Series in 2006. This was my response to that bitch Katrina. The skeleton characters are a metaphor for the rebirth of New Orleans. A movement that has gained momentum this year of 2010. Bless you boys!! Who Dat?

Gotta love New Orleans. Unique in all the world.

The pictures started first as pencil and then water color sketches on paper. I developed the concept and then worked them in Photoshop.

The Skelly Kats are a large boisterous prototypical New Orleans musical family. A bit like the Marsalis family with the respected patriarch Ellis Marsalis. Like the Neville family. Wow!!

Skelly Kats grow up in a home filled with musical instruments. It looks like a up side down music store. This is a shining place where the family spontaneously breaks out in song, standing around the kitchen, singing in harmony. Memaw's overloaded shrimp gumbo simmers on the stove. Papaw is jiggling a cranky baby.

The Skelly home is a cacophonic catastrophe, jumbled with rusty tricycles, scratching dogs, keyboards and guitars stacked on the coffee table, dirty laundry draped over the drum kit, fluorescent Mardi Gras beads in a Pat O'brien's hurricane glass, roach spray, Jerry Springer blasting from the television, loud friends raiding the fridge, blessed unwed mothers, drunk uncles, someone's ex who will not go away, stray neighborhood kids who sleep on the couch, stylish transvestites struttin' about in size fifteen red patent leather high heel boots, ol' broke down cats, three phones all ringing at once, bill collectors, run away teens who sleep in the backyard junk car, the priest wolfing down gumbo, feuding Aunt Moonbeam, stinky diapers, yard eggs and fresh juicy tomatoes from the country, crumpled comic books, and unidentified crusty objects under the bed.

The Skelly Kats family, these colorful musical skeletons, defy death and destruction and bring back New Orleans, one song at a time.

SILVER CREEK

I love it best when my family gets together at Silver Creek and makes music. The band is set up in the breeze way. Derek singing and playing guitar. Ben drumming. The little children get their turn with instruments and microphone. How fun! The best! Ryliegh, three years old grandniece, showing her dance moves (How did she learn that so young?.) Katie and Sydnie struttin' their stuff, singing and dancing. Thank you Goddess, for these peak experiences.

Queen of St. Lou

Here is Mary in her Queen of Heaven ensemble, visiting St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans.

Silver Creek Notes

There was frost again this morning. I can tell you that we southern wimps are totally fed up with the cold. The sun is out now and it is turning into a pretty day. In the early afternoon I will go into the woods and do my pruning and clearing. I will work on my "Natural Meditation Walk Garden", that name might be a bit pretentious for the scraggly woods that I "sculpt" with pruners. It is a long term project requiring patience. I do so enjoy it. And I do see results. And, for my pleasure, the place does get compliments. I also get friendly ridicule from my family because the work is so slow. They can not believe that I want to examine every little plant. Last fall there was a beautiful growth of oyster mushrooms on a dead oak. They were delicious. Next time they crop I will make a yard egg oyster mushroom omelet.

I collected four eggs today. The chickens feeder was empty. When I filled it, the chickens acted like they were starving to death and put a guilt trip on me.

The huckleberries are blooming. When the berries come out I hope to get some before the birds eat all of the berries. There are more blooms since we cleared the canopy around the bushes and let in sun. I will make huckleberry muffins and say triumphantly, to my critics, "A bulldozer clearing would have destroyed these berries!"

I wish that you will find some joy today.

Peace, Love, Art and Nature, Janet

Gory Jesus

After doing several Mary pictures my Muse said that I should do Mary's son Jesus. We had a little argument and the Muse won. Then she said that Jesus should be like the ones I saw in Mexico, that he should be bloody. I resisted the gory blood thoughts, for more than a week.

But, it kept coming back to me. My muse insisted. I said, thought, "I am committed to painting positive pictures. I want to paint Love, Light, Peace and Harmony". Muse kept putting this violent picture in my mind. I would see the image when I woke up in the morning.

"Muse", said I, "I want to feel happy when I paint, so therefore, I want to paint happy pictures. Like Matisse, he did Luxe, Calme and et Volumpte. All his picture are positive. Pictures of harmony make me feel light and spread light to the people who look at them. This world needs more light. Goddess knows, there is already enough blood and gore. Dont you watch TV? And, also, who wants a bleeding victim for a deity??? Look at Buddha, he is fat and happy. Isnt that better?"

My overbearing muse won. I photoshopped the crucifixion. Now putting this dramatic digital image on the net. Muse insisting that I use the same image to make another collage on canvas with acrylic paint and cut out digital image.

Cant get this going until I get a new Epson Stylus 1400 printer. (Glitches with my order. Must be prepared to confront glitches everyday and still maintain good attitude.) Another story.

Now irritating, controlling, bitch muse is showing me that collage should be bloodied up with bright red Golden tar gel dripped all over the canvas. I have never even used this gel before, so will have to experiment to learn how to use it. Is there no end to the bother?

What does it mean?? Maybe, it means nothing, its just art, no big deal. Art for arts sake. It does not have to be deep. Havnt I learned anything from Jeff Koons?

My inner radio keeps masticating over this issue. Maybe the Christians are right. Maybe human require a suffering martyr to find redemption. Is this what Muse is trying to show me?? Oh, go away!

Denial is my favorite coping mechanism. Just pull a curtain over things that I do not want to think about. If necessary, block the thoughts with a heavy locked door. I think that this works well. Why even go there?

Just think positive and spread love and light.

Do humans require a suffering victim martyr to achieve redemption?? Well, I can not totally deny that we are effing messed up creatures that inflict damage all over the place. Everything from cutting remarks to gruesome brutal wars. Maybe it does take a sacrificial God to elevate us.

Confused, as usual. Just wish my verbose inner radio and Muse bitch would shut the shuck up and let me watch a stupid sitcom in peace.

St. Ann, Digital da Vinci

From the series, da Vinci goes Digital. I do not know what to say about this picture. Just look at it.

Prebirth, Winter

From the digital series, "Time and Space", created a few years ago.

A puzzle that has various sayings depending on how you read it. "Quest thing" and "Question everything", and "Thing question". An embryo in utero, a skull, a clock.

What do you think about this picture? Leave a comment, I would like to know your impressions.

Kitten Cherub on the Beach

A cool thing about photoshop is that images can be made and reused with different pictures. I am working on a picture called Gory Jesus. I intended the cherub to be collaged onto the crucifixion canvas. But with photoshop I can pop that cherub in anywhere.

I painted the traditional cherub, but it needed pizazz, so, it got an anime influenced kitten face.

The beach scene is a digital painting that I have worked on sporadically over a period of years. I kept making little changes, aiming to illustrate the glowing mood I feel when at the beach. It looks nice (but cliche) as a simple seascape. I wanted a jazzy picture, so I put the two images together.

Life on earth is a tough gig. Art has made it bearable for me. Been through lotsa effing tragic drama. Making art has kept my spark alive.

There are no engraved in stone rules to art. In fact, art is often made just to break the old rules. Each generation asserts a new paradigm.

I have Art Brain. This is similar to having ADD (that means Attention to a Different Drummer).
Yesterday on TV, I heard a woman say that she likes rules. They help her to feel that she is on the right track. Variety in personalities keeps the light spinning around.

To me, rules are made to be broken. I want to expand, shuck constraints. My spirit longs to sparkle and glow. Throw off the shackle shit. Be surprised with new phenomena in the labyrinth of experience.

Course we gotta have some rules. Like driving. My son say's "Hey, Mom, watch this, trick driving." As he jumps a curb and zooms thru a parking lot to negotiate an illegal left turn. He gets so many tickets, and struggles to keep his drivers liscence. Genetic, flagrant disdain of rules.

In art you can make up the rules as you go along. Art, the land of freedom.

Art keeps my movie fresh. I paint in changing styles. Formulating fresh rules for each series. Fear of boredom. (The gallery says, "You need a distinctive style." But repetition phobia cant be beat.) Need for novelty. Surprise myself. Surprise you. Explore. Yet another different drummer rhythm.

Painted the traditional cherub. Give it a twist. Thought about the cuteness of kittens. Thought about how I drew kittens when I was six years old. Thought about cuteness. CUTE. Is cute OK in art? Avoided cute in the past. Inner rule, no cuteness. Break thru that, do cute. Anime is cute. Study anime style. Make cute.

Worked on the beach scene, sporadically for a couple of years. It is cliche. Cliche happens when a a reoccuring human theme is repeatedly expressed. Finally, my beach glows. Uplifting ions in beach air, from all that agitation of water. Got two digital files. Put them together, for no other reason than I want to use both of them.

Hey! are you out there? Please, leave a comment. Lets have some web interaction.

Peace, Love and Art,

Janet

NOLA Rising

New Orleans rising. Like a lotus with roots in the mud and flower rising for the sky, Louisiana is rising from the Katrina mud. I just wanted to celebrate the new, improved New Orleans, so I painted this digital picture.

Woman with Crane

This is a digital painting from the series "da Vinci goes Digital". I downloaded a low resolution da Vinci sketch. Low rez images encourage me to totally repaint the resource pictures, giving them my personal imprint. The sketch was sienna toned, I added more color. Warm earth toned schemes are a favorite of mine. I updated her hair. The face indicates sensitivity and introspection. I think that she is beautiful.

The crane and background are Japanese influenced.

My Air force father was stationed at Yakota Air Force base in 1950, when I was six years old. The Japanese experience has been a huge influence for me. Children are so impressionable. Experiencing a foreign culture at a young age expands the mind. Between oriental cultures and western cultures there is a million miles of difference. Knowing that there are alternatives for everything has given me a wide range of choices all my life.

Traditional Japanese aesthetics are beautifully elegant. Before western contact, Japanese art was tradition based. Revered craftsmen and painters refined what had been done before. The old ways were respectfully studied. An artist worth his chops assimilated the masters and built on the past.

Western art has a long history of breaking the rules. Creating new aesthetic guidelines every generation. And WOW! we have created some mind bending art.

Now we have exciting easy access to a long tradition of world wide aesthetics. We can easily see pictures that span art history, from Lascaux cave art to current global trends. An embarrassment of riches. A visual buffet to satisfy the most omnivorous appetite. So little time, so much art.

As an artist I happily create syncretic images. Reference what ever is available to realize the concepts in my head.

Art is communication. Visuals transfer intimate, deep information osmotically from one consciousness to another. Art spans our separate minds. With art, I am able to make visible my rich inner life. Growth occurs when there is a true meeting of minds. All parties are holistically advanced.

It is good to be an Art Goddess!!!

Puzzled Child

Puzzled Child

Here is a digital image that I created a few years ago. From the "Time and Space" series. The little girl is my sister Kathi. I love the innocent anger in her face. My mother had taken us to see ALL the monuments in Washington, DC, one long hot August day. A photo was snapped before we headed home. This face image is from a small , old photograph. Two year old Kathi is burned out on tourist sites.

Kathi was brutally murdered before she reached 21 years of age. I do not want to write about the details. That room of my mind is barricaded.

He was a casual acquaintance. How did he become a subhuman monster? A despicable childhood? Psychosis? Was he possessed by the devil?

There are subhuman monsters in this world.

At two years old she seems to be saying, "WTF, why is this planet earth so stained with horror?" She is puzzled about the dark side of human existence.

The clock numbers remind us that time is our constant companion. Time is always ticking out. Start each day with reminding yourself that it is good to be alive.

In the background is a beautiful water lily. Water lilies are a Buddhist symbol, lily roots are in the mud but the flower is reaching for the sky. There is a lot of mud, static, glitches and occasionally downright horror to this earthly gig. So I remind myself to meet the challenges with a good attitude and focus on the positives.

Quan Yin

This painting is 18"x24" acrylic on canvas. Completed October, 2008. Modeled by Shawyuh Karen Wang. The painting does not look much like Karen. Karen is much thinner. For this I apologize to the model. I was going after a stylized, jolly, round, female Buddha look. Karen also posed for The Source, which is more flattering to her figure.

Karen was such a good sport and adventurous. She drove all the way from New Orleans to Silver Creek for the session. I took photos and we did some nude shots in my private woods. Delighted, Karen said, "I'm naked in the woods." If you have never been naked in the woods or skinny dipped, I suggest that you try it. It makes you feel free to occasionally break through boundaries. It expands your view of self.

Quan Yin is a Goddess of Compassion. The eastern equivalent of Mary Madonna. She is sitting on a lotus, which I painted with impasto gold petals. The impasto contrasts with the flat paint of the figure and background.

The overhead arch is also impasto gold and set with "jewels". I have worked, trying to make jewels out of paint for years. I use Golden interference paints, Golden mica flake paint and a little glitter. Layers of gloss medium give the faux jewel depth.

Mary by de Bayou

Mary by de Bayou, May you be merry by you bayou.

Here in the Louisiana boon docks there are signs of budding spring approaching. We have done a lot of clearing work over the winter. The chopped places look scraggly now. Soon the spring greening will start. Trees and privit bushes will leaf out and polish the rough edges.

Dave and Janet's Adventure

Recently Dave and I explored the "far side" of Silver Creek property. We have 15 acres here, with two creeks. The larger creek, Silver Creek, runs along the northern border of the property. The smaller Gold Creek runs through the property and divides it into the "near side" and "far side".

We have been here eight years. The house is built on a small knoll. The rest of the property is subject to flooding. Ecologically rich, inland, Louisiana wet lands. I bought the property primarily because I have a strong NEED for nature. Communing with nature is necessary for me to maintain joy. Also, I wanted a place for my family to gather and feel Mother Nature. I want to retire in a place with grandchild appeal.

The property was clear cut for timber before it was sold to me. The first phase of secession wove an impassable tangle of privit and vines. It is so jungly and thick that people cannot walk without bushwacking. The vines include fox grape (delicious, steeped to make juice) and muscadine and a savage fast growing thorn vine.

The near side is about five acres. We have cut trails and clearings in this area where the two creeks meet. Clearing with hand tools and chain saw is labor intensive, but, this is a really good way to discover the land intimately. I want to identify every wild flower, herb and mushroom. (One of those unrealistic goals, but at least I can try.) There are culinary and medicinal plants to protect.

One of my favorite activities is clearing with hand tools. To justify spending hours every week at this laborious, slow activity, I review my reasons. It is good exercise, it is meditative, it is good for the ecology, and it is helping my family to stay connected with Mother Earth.

I am not coordinated enough to use the chain saw. When asked what I want for my birthday I tell the guys "chain sawing".

Recently my sons, Derek and Ben were chainsawing to widen the trails. I thought, "Oh, how wonderful, they are helping to make my beautiful dream of The Silver Creek Natural Walking Meditation Garden come true". Dave pulled me back to reality, "They are doing that so they can ride their buggy in the woods." Oh well, whatever their motivation, the trails were improved.

We enjoy the five acres on the "near side" but very rarely cross Gold Creek to get to the "far side". There are whole acres that I have never seen. A nice sand bar is located at the western property edge. Previously we waded the creek and walked a narrow trail to swim there. The trail was destroyed by that bitch, Katrina with a tornado.

Dave and I start out midmorning, the weather is perfect, cool and sunny. Dave carries a branch cutter and I have a machete. We walk the back trail to a place where the shallow creek banks on both sides are gently slopping with small sand bars. We cross easily in our rubber boots. Immediately on the other side we start bushwacking our way through, doubling back north west, toward the big sand bar.

The barriers are Mother Nature's thick weaving of privit and vines. I find more Star Anise (or Carolina Allspice) trees. Another big Tupelo tree. Magnola. Lots of Water Oak. What joy, to see the land recover from the timber cutting. Deer tracks are everywhere. We do not see any deer because we are making noise and we smell like humans.

We transverse swampy bogs and higher ridges. I look for areas of shallow digging, for signs of wild feral hog wallows. People say that they are surely on the low lying areas of the property. Two hundred fifty pound monsters that may charge intruders. I have the machete; like I could stop a charging hog; for Goddess sake, be real. I look for a tree to climb. I do not know if I am relieved or disappointed, but, we do not see any wallows or hogs.

Bushwacking, we finally make our way to the big sandbar. I am happy to see that it is still beautiful. Big pine tree still standing. River birch. This is a good place for family swimming. Sand gently slopping into the tea colored stream. We must have good access to this private petite bijou. I have been campaigning for a cable crossing the creek for years, no luck yet. We can swim up the creek and take the children in the little boat, but we need something more convenient.

Once when I was alone here, sitting on a mini island, a large owl landed on a branch and stared at me for five minutes before flapping away, swooshing its strong wings. Another time a deer waded toward me and then turned into the woods without even noticing me. This is what I need to make my day worth all the glitches and bullshit.

Dave and I bushwack back toward the house. He is doing most of the cutting. Really, I am klutzy with the machete. I whack at a branch, to make him think that I am helping, but nothing is cut.

In some places the going is easy. We go down a gulley, and up to white sand ground area with a low canopy of privit and willow trees, where the cleome will bloom come spring.

The place where huckleberries grow. Beaver sticks, knawed to eat the bark. Blue Heron fishes the water. Kingfisher glides above the water surface.

Close to where the creeks converge, Dave cuts through a thicket of thorns. Then we see that it is too deep to cross there. Make our way back south and cross close to the Witness Tree.

Back in relative civilization, my appreciation for our trail cutting labors is renewed. I see the beauty that we have sculpted from tangled vegetation in a new light. Our little adventure has shifted my perspective just a few degrees. Feeling grateful.

Fats with his Guardian Angel

Fats Domino's angel, (code name, Pink Cadillac) belongs to the Celebrity Elite Angels Corp. They have special training in skills related to guarding famous people. They protect their charges from things like paparazzi pandemonium, spotlight blindness, tabloid notoriety, and sociopathic fan stalking. They also try to prevent the famous one from "Big Head Celebrity Arrogance"a prevalent psychological condition . BHCA does not distress the celebrity but causes severe stress to the people surrounding him.

Pink Cadillac prevented uncountable traumas that the Devil tried to instigated against Fats. She was especially vigilant during Katrina. When we whine and moan about our life, we do not give our guardian angels the credit that they deserve. We are not even aware of most of the tragic shit that they have prevented.

Mary in de Nint Ward

Here is Mary in the Ninth Ward, she is looking for a rockin sockin, go to Sunday morning meeting at that church with the hallelujah gospel choir.

BETTER THAN SEX

***We human be-ins have a cerebral area that lights up on MRI when people meditate in the cold tube of examination. We are hard wired for spiritual states. That brain spot itches to be scratched. Some of us itch like crazy, others have a barely noticeable tickle. There are many ways to get a spiritual high. I spend time in the woods and make art. It feels so good when the spiritual neurons fire up.

***People will do the strangest things to activate this biochemical neuronal event. Think of whirling dervishes, snake handlers, pilgrims crawling up mountains on their hands and knees, think of raves.

***Sometimes people crawl into tiny huts with dangerous hot glowing rocks. They pour out quarts of stinky perspiration crowded in with other stinky wet people. Recently three people, in the Sedona Arizona USA, died in a sweat lodge, longing for nirvana.

***I must tell you sweat lodges have worked for me. During and after sweat lodges, smelling like a skunk, I have had visions, inspirations, dazzling euphorias.

***Humans also create magnificent art to activate those nerve centers. Think of St. Louis Cathedral, Notre Dame, Zen gardens, Stone Henge. Think of Aaron Neville singing "Amazing Grace".

***Dali's "Last Supper" in the Washington National Museum of Art did it for me a few decades back. Zapped me to cloud nine.

***Seeing Monet's water lilies for real, the first time, in a Boston museum, I began to glow. Salty water dripped from my eyes. I was transfixed. Were people staring? I do not know because my consciousness was in another realm.

***Here's to that nameless longing to rend the curtain of so called reality, and join "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds." Spiritual states are Better than sex.