Friday, April 1, 2016

Bayou Beau

 
This is a digital painting that I worked on occasionally for a few weeks.  We had a flood here, at Silver Creek, I think that the date was 3/16/16.  My studio flooded.   I am doing some writing about my experiences and hope to post the story soon.  In the meantime I am posting this quintessential Louisiana picture.  This just about sums it up,  the natural beauty, the wild life, and the abundant WATER.
 
 
 


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

 





Tina Turner, Feral

 

 
 
Tina Turner, Medusa
 
 

I watched a Tina Turner biography on the tube, and realized what an impact she has been in my life. I saw her perform twice, in the mid 70's.  It was at a low point of her fame when she played small venues.  Richard, who is now my ex and still my friend, and I saw her at the elegant Blue Room of the old Roosevelt Hotel.  Seated at tables, sipping vintage wine, the audience listened politely to her snarling trumpet voice.  Now I ask you, with all due consideration:  What kind of robots listen to Tina Turner politely?  I was the only person who stood up and danced merrily. 
 
 A few weeks later, Richard, friend Bob Stout and I saw her at a dark club in Metairie.  She was an explosion of female power.  The sound waves coming from her were arrows solid matter. Her presence, her movement was monumental.  There was dancing in the aisles.    
 
Shooting out from Tina were waves of palpable energy which pulsated through my mind and body and endowed me with super powers.    She was an inspiration for my inner feral, which awaits even now, decades later, downstairs from my usually polite personality, for a situation which calls for snarling and striking. 

As Tina sang, "You better be good to me".
 
These two pictures are large digital files produced in Photoshop.  I created an acrylic on 16"x24", Arches paper version of the "Tina Turner, Feral" picture.  Next I plan to paint the Medusa picture on paper.  I exaggerated her snarl, the asymmetry of her mouth.  Her eyes came out wise and kind.  Working with her amazing and beautiful features for several weeks was an additional power infusion to my being.
 
 
 

Close Ups of Tina Turner

 

 
 

 
 









Sunday, February 14, 2016




Let Love Rule



 


Thursday, January 14, 2016

Down to Earth

Earth and Trail, 1

Earth and Trail, 2

Earth and Trail, 3

Earth and Trail, 5


Earth and Trail, 4


Earth and Trail, Down to Earth


Earth and Trail, down to earth, head in the clouds, feet on the ground, grounded, air head, ethereal lightness of being.  Straight and narrow.  The road less traveled.  I did it my way.  Straighten up and fly right. 
 
This year I have painted most everyday, but slowly, with lots of breaks spent outdoors. I have ignored trying to market my art and have had no shows this year.  I have vegetated, and grown my roots.  Tendrils strong and weak probing the moist Louisiana earth. 

I painted the series, "POP Religion", in about 2011 to 2014.  A series that occupies a small corner of slanted thinking, A niche of convoluted confabulation.  I invented a multilayered charming theory, a personal pantheon, a fantastic theology, and communicated it with pictures and words.

http://janetboydart.blogspot.com/p/pop-religion.html

So, I spent a few years on an idiosyncratic body of work.  I had two small shows in 2014.  A solo show of about 18 POP Religion pictures at Donna Duffy's beautiful Tripolo Gallery and two paintings included in an Antennae Gallery show curated by Gerald White.  I received a lot of good and satisfying praise from these shows. 

But...but...people often made comments about the strangeness of the work.  And,  "Why don't you paint landscapes?"  To which I huffily replied,  "Everyone paints landscapes." 

I have a close connection with nature.  I live on acreage in the deep country and take walking meditations in the woods, swamps and creek banks here.  Landscapes have frequently popped up in my work over the past decades. 

And, so, I began to paint landscapes more seriously.  This gave my poor overwrought mind a bit of a rest.  That inner radio still buzzes, at times, with arabesques of thought knots, but not as cacophonous as before.  The pictures still suggest a depth of experience.  I spent the whole year painting landscapes.  Gently absorbed with layout, color, brushstrokes and portrayal of subjective material imagery. 

I hope you like these pictures.

 
 
The year 2015 is closing with short sunny days and long dark nights.  My best time is spent pruning the woods.  With hand tools I carve trails and small fields in the fervent, fertile Louisiana jungle.  I dream of collaborating with nature to create a paradise of beauty and wild food.  My collaborator has her own ideas. Canopy falls and flooding and febrile unstoppable natural growth oft go astray from my impossibly idealistic plans.
 
With hand tools, pruner and large branch cutter, my current gardening project is carving out an elder patch.   In the rich and damp soil close to the creek, Elder grows wild.  She grows wild, but competes with the devilish privet and the aggressive wild grape.  Elder is beautiful, provides food and medicine.  Her ancient reputation asserts majical powers.

 
 
I believe in ten impossible before breakfast.  I believe in the impossible, because belief in the arid rational, that which consensual reality considers real, depresses me.  What with the warming climate, and the twisted politicians, and the immeasurable number of refugees running for their lives, things that I know I cannot change.  I believe in my own self created, voluntary delusions to get me through the day. Out damn spot.  Text message Mr. Clean.

 I believe in creating a belief system with roots and branches. I believe in keeping your belief systems lite.  Because, we are frequently wrong.

 I believe that one small person with a few hours a week and small tools can create a natural wild food garden.  I believe that I can encourage the wild plants that I want for their beauty or utility, that I  can make a trail flourishing with wild nutrition, there for the picking. Come see, you can walk and nibble delicious wild things, until your tummy is satisfied.   Bring back Eden, make friends with the snake.

 Maybe, I have a thousand years to encourage the useful plants and "weeds".  Well, no, that wont happen, my brain, though flexible, cannot ignore insidious insipid decrepitude.  Impossible dreams.

 I believe that I can be compassionate and loving in all my encounters with fellow humans.  Well, I try to be compassionate, but true deep understanding is beyond  my abilities to love, so I will try to just be kind and present.  My intentional attention, my focus and eye contact, will assist a dear person to jettison their sincere belief of finding the savior in a bottle. Sure, I believe that. 

 I believe that I might not be totally human, but an alien high bred. Scratch that one, I don't want you to think that I am a nut.

 Is that ten?? Ten impossible beliefs?  Impossible things, but necessary for me, for a mind set that keeps me on an even keel, that hides the confusion inside, that may even pass as consensual reality sanity. 

Impossibly, I believe, that nature will provide if you give her enough compost and kisses.  Some strong, but weak idea that I can get a divorce from the consumer role at the grocery store, I want relief from trying to choose the softest and most economical tissue paper from a cacophony of choices. I believe that I can eat wild leaves with ten times the nourishment of canned spinach, and ten times the taste bud satisfaction.  See me ambling in the woods, eating a leaf here and there. My  feet barely touching the ground.  Almost levitating.  Well, not really.
 
 

Elderberry Plant

 
Elder berry plant, sambucus nigra, is a small tree that grows prolifically when give its own space.  The flowers are beautiful, perfumed, and make a heavenly cordial.  The berries are used for wine, jam, and medicinal preparations.  The trunk  has a hollow core that is made into flutes.  But the trunk is poisonous and must be dried before putting to the lips. 
 
 
The mythology of elder goes back to pagan times.  The plant was, sacred, used in ritual for the Goddess.  See the above link for details.
 
Well, dear friends and readers, I will go now, with my small tools, and labor to remove the undesirable privet and grape. from the Elder patch. I will assign another patch for the delicious wild and sweet grapes. Then after an hour or so of gentle exercise, I will go to the studio and put another thin wash of translucent paint onto thick pebbly textured paper.
 
 
These paintings "Earth and Trail", have been created in this year of 2015.  They are 16"X20", acrylic on Strathmore paper.  I hope that you like them. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, December 4, 2015

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Alter Altar in Amber








Alter Altar in Amber

 






Notice:

I just read an important notice from Google, something about Europeans and cookies and that I should confirm whether or not something or other is working.  I am putting this chore on my to do list and will complete it when I have time.  Since writing this blog is about the limit of my computer literacy, complying with this notice will take a lot of time. I may be able to find time between nap time and couch potato time. I think that I have some time in my closet.  I will put on head gear to protect me from a potential product (stuff) avalanche, before I open the closet door, to search for more time.  Please bare with me until I do get around to regulating what ever rigmarole ragtime riff raff that I should rig up.  I am pretty sure that I have cookies in my kitchen, so I will go and take care of them now.  I am giving notice that I may or may not have cookies on this blog.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Cate Blanchett, TimeSpace


 

Cate Blanchett, TimeSpace, Dissolving

Digital painting, 5/15

 

 

Cate Blanchett, TimeSpace, Squared

Digital painting, 5/15

 

                                 Cate Blanchett, TimeSpace, Elvin Queen

Digital painting, 5/15
 
 
 

 

Cate Blanchett, Close Up

Digital painting, 5/15
 
 
 



Cate Blanchett, Magnetic Eyes

Digital painting, 2013
 

 
Cate Blanchett as the Elvin Queen, in Lord of the Rings, knocked my socks off.  So ethereal!  Airy. Ethereal as in from higher plane of existence.  Cate and the movie crew made me FEEL the ethereal plane.  Facilitating the experience of being knocked into expanded consciousness is, to me, the highest function of art. 
 
I am subject to alternative states of consciousness.  Isn't everyone?  No, I guess not.  As a child I had "episodes" when I saw ethereal energy.  My mind checked out of consensual reality and went to a different place, maybe a holy place?  When people around me noticed me "blanking out"  they often did something to jerk me back, like swatting me.  As if to say, "Get with the program". 
 
So, now and again, art will knock me out.  Especially visual art, paintings. 
 
The idea for the primary picture here, "Cate Blanchett, TimeSpace Dissolving"  came to me with images of the speed lines of cartoons.  I first saw a face, broken up with speed lines.  Then I knew to paint it with the face of the Elvin Queen.  I downloaded several Blanchette faces to Photoshop.  Studied the faces to find the features that best fit my vision.  I digitally painted the face and then proceeded to chop and dice it into speed lines.  The "dissolving" part is the disassembled face illustrating how time and also the space we inhabit, comes and disappears. 
 
Even spaces change, the space of a moment disappears as slight changes make a different space.  Even your bedroom looks a bit different every time that you look at it.  The light from windows certainly changes.  The wrinkles of the bed linens change.  In addition,  your perceptions change with changes in your mental state.  A happy mood gazes on sunshine, and sunshine lifts your mood to happier.  Inversely, blue mood = faded perceptions.  Perceptions in the particular miniscule piece of time, are fleeting.  Every second reality makes small or large changes, and the previous reality is lost to time.  If the experience makes a lasting impression, then you may have the partial recall of the event with memory.
 
As I was chopping and dicing the beautiful face of Cate Blanchett, I noticed that a four pointed symmetrical image appeared, I liked the eyes forming a square.  I played with that direction and created "Cate Blanchett, TimeSpace Squared".  To balance the square image in the rectangular frame I copied a square of the center of the image and fitted four of these squares into a red panel. 
 
As I was working, I came across an old digital Blanchett picture, "Cate Blanchett, Magnetic Eyes",  created in 2013, and added it to this to the presentation.  
 
Well, I gotta go now.  My programing is wearing off.  I need to watch the fear tube for a few hours to get with the program.