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Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

8b 006 Untitled and Incomplete.



18" X 30"


by Louis B. Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved



(NFS)

This painting is acrylic on a panel that had a bad painting already on it. The daffodils don't look too good, and the thing could use a fair amount of work. Other than that, I'm pretty pleased after not painting at all for seventeen years. In that sense, it is worth pursuing for its own sake.

Badly painted as the daffodils are, it is that fine sensibility that put them there--not too many painters could make this work, after all. So there is hope. (Where there is tea, there is hope. -ed.)

The thing uses classic colour theory but neatly bypasses the need for scientific perspective by presenting a flat plane for the entire background. It uses the original composition, which I didn't like much at first. The original painting was so soft and indistinct, all pastels with no hard edges. Yet my version hardly qualifies as 'magic realism.'

It is anything but modern; in fact it is a kind of folk art more than anything else.

The danger of taking a few art courses is that we think we know something. That's not always a good thing. But if I had to put a finger on any particular influence, I would first say 'impressionist,' and perhaps even 'Fauvist.'

As still lifes go, it seems to have a lot of life and motion. I was just telling someone that Vincent van Goght's work appears as if every brushstroke was 'a mad impulse of sheer emotion,' or something. But this painting is perhaps more finely calculated than that.

I suppose I should take the thing back out in the garage and do some more work on it, rather than just sitting around talking about it.

When I get around to it, I've been thinking of painting a man in silhouette--rimmed in moonlight, and with some kind of Rousseau-like magical garden for a setting. I need some kind of art for my blogs, etc.

-louis

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Lord's Prayer, re-dubbed and re-mixed.


by Louis B. Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved


(Let’s see you rap this one off you mo’fo’s!)

Our Father
Who art in heaven
I met him
At the Seven-Eleven
Hallowed
Be Thy name
He was playing
A video game
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
Always a loser,
Never havin' no fun
On Earth
As it is in heaven
Thank my stars and the lucky sevens
Give us this day
Our daily bread
Lord I can’t stop
This song in my head
And forgive us
Our trespasses
Sometimes
You even kick our asses
And lead us not
Into temptation
Saints preserve our super nation
The power and the glory
Forever and ever
No more, no less, and maybe never
In the name of the Father
And the Son, and the Holy Spirit
And my momma, and my girl,
And my sister, and my little baby brother
Deliver us from evil
In the name of all my brothers and sisters

Amen.

Halleluyah, my brothers and sisters. Halleluyah.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.