2010 – 2008
LUMINESCENT OCEAN ~ 2010
~ 24″ x 24″ ~ (61 cm. x 61 cm.) ~ 11/2010
This is a commission for a friend and gallery owner in NYC. A further exploration into the deep water worlds of my invention.
Capitulation ~ 2010
~ 18″ x 18″ ~ (45.7 cm. x 45.7 cm.) ~ 09/2010
This is a ‘re-painting’ of a smaller piece I did in 2008, “SUPPLICANT”
ANTAGONY ~ 2010
24″ x 48″ (61 cm. X 122 cm.) ~ 07/2010
Painted for blabworld art magazine. Initially shown during the 2010 blabworld exhibition, Los Angeles! ~ 9/11/10 – 10/02/10
I see that the world is headed for a “have and have not” hierarchy. The middle class will disappear, leaving only the ones on top and at the bottom. As a result, a tiny percentage of people will have abundance, and the rest will be lacking it.
The people on top will merge with their devices. I depict how the “haves” enjoy the remaining fruits of the Earth. They cheat death by utilizing medical technology. They self-evolve into a new form, reinventing themselves because they can.
Privacy as we know it will become obsolete. Governments will use artificial intelligence to spy on everyone. You see that there are eyes everywhere in my painting. These are the eyes of the controllers who observe all that the underclass does. The underclass will be controlled with constant vigilance. Soon, every movement of the underclass will be recorded. Our DNA will also be recorded. Anyone can be easily be located using facial recognition. There will have no escape from the upper-class control. There will be no privacy as we now know it.
The population of Earth will be near a critical mass by 2060. I see an interesting future on the horizon. The one thing that’s most difficult to imagine is how humanity can survive much longer on this road. I hope we take a different one.
Dreams & Nightmares ~ 2010
~ 18″ x 24″ Acrylic on canvas ~ 3/2010
Micronaut ~ 2009
~ Acrylic on wood panel ~ 18″ x 24″
Flora vs. Fauna ~ 2009
18″ X 18″ (45.7 cm. X 45.7cm.) Acrylic
Insectus ~ 2009
24″ X 24″ (61 cm. X 61 cm.) Acrylic
AFS-1 ~ 2008 Alternative Fuel Source #1″
10″ X 10″ (25.4 cm. X 25.4 cm) Acrylic
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Supplicant ~ 2008
10″ X 10″ (25.4 cm. X 25.4 cm) Acrylic on wood panel
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Crustaceapods ~ 2008
24″ x 24″ (61 cm x 61 cm) ~ Acrylic
Night Trawler ~ 2008
Acrylic ~ 22″ x 28″ ~ (55.9 cm. x 79.1 cm.)
Written about this painting
This painting has several other paintings under it’s skin. That has caused some interesting “impasto” effects. This canvas has been worked, and re-worked, again and again. Underneath this image sleeps the bones of painted memories that only I can recall, and those memories are passing away as I write this description.
At times this painting has been in my closet, under my table, faced against the wall, and purposefully forgotten. I have been working this canvas on and off for over a year.
The “NIGHT TRAWLER” is the boat of my dreams. I would love to live on this boat. To glide from place to place on still and rough waters. Inside this boat is everything I have ever wanted or loved. In my imagination, I am this boat. It is my sanctuary, my retreat, my hideaway. No one can touch me here.
I want to walk into this picture and disappear. I wish to leave the absurd trials and tribulations of men behind, and become part of my painted world. A more interesting and mysterious world where fish rise up above the water to stare at men. Where fish can fly like birds, and translucent creatures swim across the starry night sky shimmering in moon light.
Many years ago, when I was a young boy my father would wake me before dawn to go fishing in the Ocean. We would drive through the foggy San Francisco streets to “Muni Pier” , buy bait wrapped in yesterdays newspaper, and drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. There my father had moored an old 26 foot inboard with a cabin. To my young eyes a Ship! As the first false dawn light began to color the world, we would board with our gear. Trembling with the morning chill, breathing out hot steam into the cold, he’d start the engine. The smell of gasoline, bait and salt water is a heavenly memory.
We made slowly out the jetty and into the San Francisco Bay to cross the “Potato Patch”. This is an area of rough water under the Golden Gate bridge where many a small boat has gone down in a sudden storm. Past this fearful patch of rough water lay the beautiful blue waters off Marin County, California. We would skirt the shore, find a still cove and drop anchor. These coves were always surrounded by high cliffs with wild trees overhanging the edges. The Cliffs were natural wind breaks. The water was blue black with its depth, and still as a mirror. The smell there was pine forest mixed with salt water, morning sun, exhaust fumes and dead fish. When I die, if I smell this, I will know there is a heaven after all.
My excitement to begin was so extreme that my fingers would tremble while I set my hooks and sinkers. My father and I would sit side by side in lawn chairs as the boat gently swayed in the calm morning water. The fog would clear in spots and open holes in the sky. Through these openings rays of white orange sunlight would appear. Someone called these “The Fingers of God”.
And what fish we caught! I never knew what monstrous beauty I might pull from those waters! Creatures from science fiction! Things that I was sure no one had ever seen before! Huge green purple kelp fish with bulging eyes and fins that looked more like seaweed than fish fins, mottled with countless of hues of blues, greens and violets and blacks. They were covered with tiny slithering worms and tiny gittering crustaceous fleas. Amazing things that I would stare at with the wide eyed wonder of a seven year old boy.
There were Leopard Sharks with beautiful black spots. Fish that looked like futuristic cylindric space ships, Crabs, giant jellyfish, White sharks as big as our boat! (Very scary!) and so many more! The sea’s imagination knows no bounds!
The fish my father wanted were the Salmon and Stripped Bass. He once caught a 50 pound Salmon off the Gate! There were big Bat Rays that might take 3 hours for my father to land. He would never know what they were until it surfaced. He always thought he might have a huge salmon, and would curse in rage when it was only a “F-ING RAY” that he had sweated hours to bring to the surface!
My favorite times were slow and silent. When our lines made the only ripple upon the water. The only sound was the soft lapping of the dark water against our boat, the sound of gulls, and my fathers breathing. I would try to match my breaths to my fathers as we sat in silence. I was a miniature version of him, looking into the dark waters thinking our thoughts. I wonder now what he was thinking. I wanted to be him. He was perfection. It was the perfect harmony of a father and son. It’s a precious jewel of a memory.
In my painting are remembrances of the rocky cliffs and the calm waters of these pristine California coves. I wonder if they are still there as they were way back then? (Circa 1958) I think not
RS ~ 6/25/08
The Spy & the Dark City
8″ x 10″ (20.3 cm. x 25.4 cm.)
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