Sunday, February 22, 2009


Here are two group images of the NASA series so far. The first one above is a cut and past job, presented in the order of execution - left to right, top to bottom. The second one below is in my studio - stacked in random order.

Eventually all thirty paintings will be displayed as one group: in a grid like fashion or alternatively as a lineal, around the room type affair. Also music, sound effects and light effects may accompany opening night. One thought I had was to have the title to flash up below an individual painting in a random fashion, timed to music/sound effects.

I am quite excited by the effect of these displayed together and feel motivated to carry on - the trick will be to allow the painting style to develop without changing too much - maintaining energy without degenerating into repetition - each work has to stand on it's own as well as link to the group.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Pink Face 1981

“The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange.” - G.K.Chesterton

Sunday, February 15, 2009


NASA in a Time of Peace - Acrylic on canvas - 2009 (on right)

Above are five and six of the NASA series - six was finished today. Only another 24 to go: the empty canvas' can be seen stacked up behind. Number 7 will start in a few days - I better get a move on - at the current rate I will be in my fifties before I am finished.

Below is the quick sketches for eight and nine - I have the titles worked out all the way up to twenty and drawings to ten.

Below is another work my daughter calls, "The Golden One", which is slowly being explored and dabbled with using ink and acrylic. Behind that is another Squarescape painting that has yet to be fully resolved - it's about 3/4 done.

Who said Art was meant to be easy?

Friday, February 13, 2009


This is one of my favourite video clips from the seventies. I remember seeing this first on Lee Simon's late night music show - Night Moves - which was an adult version of Countdown but only much better. There was also a show called Sounds Unlimited with Donnie Sutherland which was somewhere in between.

Neil like Van, Bob or Tom is an acquired taste. But when you start to really hear and overcome your presuppositions then you become aware of the artistry involved. A lot of great art is like this and one needs to absorb and reflect until heart is open.

He who has an ear, let him hear ....... Revelation.

Monday, February 9, 2009


Suburban Tropical Landscape 1988

The reproduction of style in a oblique and bland way.

The emulation not only in style or content but also in sense and spirit.

Obscure, devious and underhanded facsimiles of froth and bubble, leading not to Optimism but hedonism and despair, then presented in an abstruse way.

The Art thingo like the money markets is full of pundits whose comments are looking more and more like the warbling of greedy creeps.

The many experts and leaders of the world currently seem to be grasping - all their advise is like chaff in the wind. Guess what? They really don't know what they are doing. Maybe the advise from your Grandparents was the best advise you were given in life. Maybe the books from a hundred years ago (or even further back) are the wisest words for our time.

Sadly, as in money, as in art. Optimism - I don't know what this means. I can't relate to this notion in relation to art. I feel like I am being spoken down to or as if someone is trying to speak above my head. To me, I feel like I am being fed a line, just as many shareholders believed they were being fed the good advise on money matters.

It's all rather irksome.

In some sort of mysterious way, I feel that the vitality of art exposure I enjoyed as a young man has been massaged and pummelled by some black force over the last twenty years. Maybe the over exposure of Art or the marketing techniques of the public galleries or even the managers of "culture" fraternity have caused a rip in the space time universe - oozing a bizarre green liquid on to the carpet of the best galleries.

I just don't know, but sometimes, I feel this way after going to a big Art show. But in saying this, I did like a few works in the Brisbane Optimism Art Show. But elaborate size, fancy techniques and spiffy stuff won't cover up for feigned meaning and simple, single ideas masquerading as profundity.

Not only do I want to be engaged by my own work, but also want some sort of engagement with other's work. Optimism just doesn't do it for me, and rarely do I do it for myself - but we are all tarnished by the times we live in.

Oh, to be surprised by joy, as in C.S. Lewis' book, 'Surprised by Joy', but in an art sort of way. The theme: "the longing for a restoration of the joy he experienced as a boy ... not mere pleasure but the sublime experience of the transcendent, the glimpse of the eternal that is only fleetingly available in earthly loves and aesthetics". - Dr. Bruce L. Edwards

Saturday, February 7, 2009


Larry Norman died in 2008. He was one of the few singer/songwriters of the sixties and seventies that wrote lyrics that reflected a critical but Christian viewpoint. He was admired by the likes of Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, John Mellencamp and The Pixies but shunned by Churches and the Christian press in general. He criticised American Politics as much as he rebuked Hypocrisy in the Church - in many ways he was a real maverick, who was alienated by many camps, with nowhere to rest his head.

To me his music was a mix of early Neil Young, Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones - his sound was heavily influenced by the late sixties and early seventies. His voice was distinct and radical sounding: like many late sixties singer/songwriters. I saw him once in concert in Brisbane in the early eighties - he was very good and included an interesting and memorable song focused on the problems in the middle east.

I found this video on Youtube of his song "The Great American Novel" - strong lyrics by any standard and they seem quite relevant to this day. Larry was an interesting guy and will be sadly missed by those who appreciated his message.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Woe to the artist and woe to his lucid, wayward
and meandering thoughts, and again I say woe.

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