Beyond the facade of the inner city are people that have generated their own underground network. People pretending to be someone or something else while miss-directing our attention and collecting their dues.
The greatest most expressive moments in our lives are when we feel that black hole open up beneath our feet. It’s the Blues that give birth to a new universe of colour. The dynamics of this piece represents our complexity.
I call it the activity of sleep because that is when everything that has accumulated through out my day is evaluated and sometimes acted on. I have resolved more issues in my life during sleeping hours than my waking hours. The bright colour and haptic nature of this piece are contemporary to my condition and the pen marked lines indict my REM state.
Why was is Wild Bill a pop icon? This piece is lined with—what I call, cursive writing boxes which are stories upon stories with hand written facts about Bill, embedded in the coloured circles, rectangles and under-painting of this piece Bill survived a bear attack, he was a lawman, a sharp shooter and survived multiple murder attempts throughout his life. Price: $4200.
Jazz tells a story of comfort and discomfort. A musician obsessed with his music—drinking to play and playing for drinks. Every night is his morning and every morning is the end of his work day. It’s a life of passion and sometimes self destruction. I see jazz as it was in the early days, a romantic invitation to discover something new and innovative.
When I see a group of people standing around I automatically wonder what story is being told. Perhaps they’re just recounting their day but there is a story embedded in there some where. I enable a different story every time I see this painting. What’s your story?
BOLD PAINTINGS OF STREET PERFORMERS IN URBAN CENTRES
Red bass with no regrets
Where ever he traveled, where ever he was, she was with him. He made love to her in front of hundreds, sometimes thousands of people every night, no apologies and with more passion than the rooms could bare.
This piece is new but from a series I pop in and out of now and then called “nostalgia”. Every now and then I find an old black and white photo that needs to be reclaimed and I make it my own.
It’s not really an hour but it’s happy none the less. It conjours up thoughts of my youth and making a mad dash for the pub after work on a Friday and filling the table with draft beer. The Alberta Liquor Control Board had strict control over how beer could be served back in the day. Pubs were required to serve beer in 12 oz. standard ALCB glasses filled up to a line marked on the top of the glass. We just ordered more glasses. This painting smells like beer.