Solstice Dance

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Through this
our longest night

 

the beasts of the earth

and beneath the earth

return the sun

to the queen of light

 

and all the hands

of the promise of spring

join the dance

 

 

Art and poetry by Clinock.

Art: Solstice Dance. 8 x 8 in. ( 20 x 20 cm). Mixed media in cradled panel.

 

 

acts of art 5 ~ The Tyranny of the Real

The Tyranny of Reality

‘The Painter’s Keys’ – The following from their site:

“A worldwide community of artists from over 115 countries visit this website for information, inspiration, artist advice, friendship and connectivity. Most have signed up to receive the Twice-Weekly Letters, which is FREE. We invite you to subscribe to get the most benefit from this community.”

This is the only website I have discovered that explores the creative process, mostly in terms of painting, with intelligent and eloquent posts twice a week.  I have followed and been inspired for many years. Subscriptions are of course free and very worthwhile. Not only do you get the thoughtful explorations of the day, but also artwork, by a wide variety of artists, that integrate with the post’s theme. In addition the comment section is always rich and thought provoking.

If you have any interest at all in the considerations behind my ‘acts of art’ posts I strongly recommend you check out The Painter’s Keys at the link I have given below. I picked this particular The Painter’s Keys post to share as it is one of my recent favorites. It is also, wonderfully coincidentally, close to the title of my most recent Demented Confessions wall box art, shown at the top of this post: The Tyranny of the Real.

Let me know what you think.

https://painterskeys.com/the-tyranny-of-reality/

Art Credits: The Tyranny of the Real, 8 x 8 in. (20 x 20 cm), by Clinock. Mixed media.

 

 

 

acts of art 1 – Alfredo Gisholt

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To build on my previous post, about creative process:

…Painter, song writer, potter,

dancer, musician, actor.

What is this mysterious energy

entertaining us all?

Food for thought…

I don’t want to be academic, didactic or woo-woo. I confess I am smitten, fascinated, enchanted by the Muse, ( I can’t think of a better name for this energy we ride when we create). I want to share the words, thoughts, art and ideas of artists about their own creative processes.

I welcome your thoughts, art and ideas about your own process.

I begin with Alfredo Gisholt because he is Mexican and Mexico is much on my mind. I saw his paintings in Mexico many years ago and they changed me. Also the serious rains have come to Vancouver and bring thoughts of all the shimmering mirages waiting in the south.

gisholt picAlfredo Gisholt was born in Mexico City on May 5, 1971.

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Of his work, Gisholt writes:

” I am just trying to paint a picture, a marvelous large picture. I use simple tools and I have no words.”

“I have no set ways to make things. I draw, paint and make prints and it fills my days in the studio. I do not see them as isolated activities and they all are part of one another. There is an immediacy in drawing that I really respond to. It always challenges the paintings or the paint. I love paint and I see it as a great building material.”

“What I am after is to make something that is animated – as in ‘animas’ or with a soul. I paint and touch the paintings until that happens. Sometimes it is quick and through simple means and other times it takes a long time. I think about the difference between images and paintings – as in fiction and fact. The challenge for my paintings is to become fact – for these imagined constructions to feel as real as a mountain.”

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All art in this post by Alfredo Gisholt:

1. Untitled, 2016. Mixed media on paper. 60 x 65 inches / 152 x 165 cm.

2. Canto 11, 2017. Oil on canvas. 72 x 84 inches / 183 x 213 cm.

3. Landscape, 2018. Oil on panel. 8 x 10 inches / 20 x 25 cm.

https://www.alfredogisholt.com

the complexities of silence

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It was a period of silent contemplation.

Away from previous distractions and illusions.

It was an adventure into other realities

and a questioning about things like this.

 

I return to things like this

and I’ve been thinking again

about creative process, how and

why do we do what we do?

 

Painter, song writer, potter,

dancer, musician, actor.

What is this mysterious energy

entertaining us all?

 

Enter this beyond I know

so very well, the back of my hands,

the inside of eyelids, thighs,

mapping you to my home.

 

And the very bones of me,

and the meat, absent of me,

and the soul of every move I make,

and the complexities of silence.

 

art and poetry by Clinock

 

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I had been thinking about underneath

the complexities of silence

and how much deeper it can go

before we are only the dance?

 

 

Art – The Complexities of Silence – 16 x 20 – Mixed media

 

One Time

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it was just one time

running from was running to

and the whole world changed

 

it was only once

twilight of an isolated

and then it was night

 

it was just one time

two beaten souls smudged by love

and separation

 

it was only once

but that’s all it took to fly

and the whole world changed

~~~~~~

 

art and haiku by Clinock.

art: mixed media on panel. 10 x 8 inch. 25 x 20 cm.

 

Demented Confessions 20 – The Hanged Man and The High Priestess in The Bardo

The Hanged Man and

 

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Version 3

Version 4

These were the cards I dealt

the night I fell again

into that Bardolic hole of wonders.

The third was the nightmare 9 of Swords,

The 9 of Skulls as I interpret here.

 

Like dead leaves chained

this angst was too absurdly histrionic;

The Hanged Man, a rush of blood to the head,

The Priestess awaits confession at the holy web

and the sleepless guilt of The 9 eats our dreams.

 

I am no stranger to these journeys.

The Bardo is not only for the dead

as Life is not only for the living.

More often now I seem to walk through mirrors

with one foot here and one foot there.

 ~~~~~~

 

Art and Poem by clinock

Art: 8″ x 17″ (20 x 43 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

Demented Confessions 19 – Touch

Touch

don’t touch

touch

transcendent / tantalizing

fingertips evoke

The Electricity / The Ecstasy

of skin

unfurling

a million cocoons

releasing

butterfly kisses

Yet To Be Confessed

~~~~~~~~~~

Art and poem by Clinock.

Touch, 8 x 8″ (20 x 20 cm), mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com