Army Of Flowers
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An Army of Flowers is what we need now. Luckily, we've got one!
Quick, tell the bees. They'll want to meet and start strategerizing.
Douglass Truth's Daily Art Blog
An Army of Flowers is what we need now. Luckily, we've got one!
Quick, tell the bees. They'll want to meet and start strategerizing.
Here's an ancient warrior who, while scary enough, is really confused about who and when he is. He has knocked down, accidentally cause he's clumsy and angry all the time, a girl in a skirt and now he's thinking What to Do?
He has a yellow dog that thinks of swimming pools. Other people just throw up their hands and drop peaches in practiced despair. TONE: damage done, atonement, the low intelligence of crowds.
In a dream I'm a waiter - I've done that a lot - but I'm the only one to show up for work, and the dining hall is endless, thousands of tables. And I can only do one thing: start working. In the dream, there's no alternative at all, the possibility never even comes to mind. Only a sense of I'm going to be doing this forever.
Man on fire. Running because of something important, not because he's on fire. That's incidental here. There's a hole in the sky, and this hasn't happened before except in a dream. He will have to buy a new hat. Tone: worry, hurry, but it's all going to be OK.
Perhaps you recognize the house from other paintings. Took a monoprint class a while back. This is one of the pieces I did.
The image makes me think that we're not ready for a birthday party this weekend. There are no Chinese lanterns, rope lights, bins of beverages, and so forth, party stuff. None at all, and we have to make it happen. Soon!
An old hunter - like Dersu Uzala perhaps - recounts the adventures he's had on a long hunt. Fires on the horizon, the biggest meadow anyone had ever seen, and a strange gathering of people with yellow hair - yes! - who talked about building something called a parking lot. There was a big lake on a cold morning and three pillars that he was told to stay away from.
jungle, open spot where you can see the sea... charcoal remnants of a fire used to roast over-confident explorers.
latest painting for a jazz art show here and in SF later. this is a big one, 4' x5'.
This old man doesn't seem to mind that there's a huge black dog waiting for him outside. Maybe the portrait hanging above the couch has given him strength.
These palettes could be seen as something like a Wilson Cloud Chamber photo, as the remnant of a process, of something moving through.
I've been told that I should lay out the paints on the palette the same way every time - I guess so that I get familiar with the layout and don't need to think about where or look for the different colors... but I have never been able to do that. Every painting is different, and every palette is, too. I have a bunch of them and together they start to look like some kind of divination practice going on without me noticing it at all.
Working on a book-version of the series "The Dead Are Always With Us." This is one of the pieces...
leaving it black, before the moment when the reality-completion is complete, he (or she) makes an entrance into a small room, attached perhaps to a larger house... a comfortable, quiet room. for the moment. in the distance, a full moon reflects.
Where I learned that a house can be a spaceship.
At least that is the hope. We don't want to be falling uncontrollably. It could be a family reunion just out of sight in the painting, where we're "dropping in."
Or maybe the house is for sale, and we're stopping by to see how the remodeling went.
There are no sureties - except that someone or something will push you out of the plane, whether your parachute is ready or not.
And he's humming a jazzy version of "What a wonderful world" to himself...
No one has been to for a really long time.
I wonder what it was built for, and for whom.
you can wait for almost an eternity before you get a drink in this joint. but I still go there. if it's not the service it must be the ambience.