acts of art 4 ~selfportraitclinock

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These are the words that circle the above Self Portrait in circular mirror:

“In the mirror my name is lost in canyons of colour. Thoughts and feelings dissolve in shadows and light. Memories become texture and line. My fingers dance to the drums of the Fathers and the chanting of the Mothers. Night spirits whisper and call and the shaman of the sun sings music that swells inside. Flesh dissolves into rainbows of light. Rich and pulsing darkness purrs upon impossible edges of skin, the illusion of my beginning and ending. I fly in eagles and glide cold depths in the bellies of whales. I am in the tall pine, the voices of the Mothers and the hands of the beater of drums. Proudly I move to the drum. Within this circle of incantation and musty magic I am dancer, warrior and magician and my spirit is straight and true. I look into my eyes and each orb becomes a universe. The stranger in this circumference of glass  guides my hand and I dissolve again into marks moving across paper deserts. I know this language, always becoming, between the stars and the deepest cave of my heart. It speaks of coming home again. It speaks of walking this world proudly and in beauty”.

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I couldn’t do a series like this without including thoughts on my own process, and this won’t be the only time I do so because every day I change my shape.

Above is a Self Portrait made from my reflection in a circular mirror a very long time ago. I wrote the words that frame the drawing as I worked. At the time I was strongly influenced by north west coast indigenous shamanism.

If you have ever seriously immersed yourself in making a self portrait you understand what a profound and enlightening experience it is. The words I wrote are a fragment of everything I felt, thought and grokked during that evening:

I disappeared and re-emerged a hundred times. I went from the shyness of looking myself in the eyes for more than a second to total absorption beyond time and any face I could call Me. I passed through ‘this’, a reflection of me, to total objective observation of certain colours, forms and human features, my name and identity long forgotten. I was visited by ancestors, dead friends and lovers. I walked away and made tea and returning discovered everything had changed.

My head didn’t fit…

I have made a few other self portraits before and since. The process is too intense for me to do often.  Each time I meet myself is part punching bag, part deja vu and part ‘oh far out I’ve never been down this rabbit hole before’.

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Then there are the self portraits that are out of nowhere and off the wall. They crack me up every time and I am always grateful for their reminding of that pirate / clown / trickster side of who I think I am.

Laughter is so excellent.

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Words and art by Clinock.

Image 1: Self Portrait in circular mirror with text.  Diam, with text, 12 in. Chalk pastel, conte and black pen.

Image 2. Self Portrait as Pie-Rat. 18 x 14 in. Acrylic on canvas.

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

 

Mexico – Cinco de Mayo

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So many souls sacrificed for Mexico,

in Mexico,

May 5th. 1862,

Cinco de Mayo.

So many souls sacrificed

every minute, every day, every year,

in every nation,

at every beat of the drum,

at every beat of the heart

so many souls.

 

photographs and poem by Clinock

Mexico – graceful among fishes

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eating helado

entranced by a wall of salmon

 a floating of tiles

 

here is simple peace

the doorway a Madonna

graceful among fishes

 

Photograph and Haiku by Clinock

Mexico – Cantina Las Perras

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we thought it a bordello at first

but the name is actually for the seven female dogs

 panting and drooling over our naked toes

on the cool blue tiles of the inner patio

where we drifted over Margarita icebergs

singing with the whales

all afternoon

uno mas por favor

under painted stone arches

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crude but Ohhhh

so much better than the poker playing canines

my grandmother proudly hung on her parlor wall

without a trace of irony

I thought of you today

before dawn

as I was torn from sleep again

by the barking, crowing soundtrack to the Mexican dream

Sabes que te extrano?

you are far enough away to wake in peace

tienes suerte

but you do not see these torrid colours

around every corner

and you don’t have me

missing you

any more

cola entre mis piernas

sweating

howling

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Photograph and poem by Clinock

http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

 

 

 

July Redux Anniversary Issue

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Today, July 6, 2017, is my 6th year anniversary on WordPress. To celebrate I am revisiting my 1 year anniversary post. Here it is:

2011 / 2012. One Year, during which I have connected through the blogosphere with so many wonderful, creative people. I have been inspired, entertained, informed, educated, enlightened and sometimes moved to tears.

I began Art Rat Café as an assignment for an art course, never thinking that I would continue past the first few posts. Now I’m addicted and look forward to more of our amazing communications through the aether

I am so curious about you all and would love to be able to magically bring you together for a blogger’s party in my beautiful city – to look in your eyes and touch your hands and feed you Italian wine and Vancouver salmon.

Blogging is so frustratingly cerebral and although I love it for what it is my approach to life is ever a sensual one.

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As I live my days and make my art a special part of my thoughts is always active creating my next post, wanting it to be meaningful, magical and mysterious for you and for me. This process is as much a creative act as making a painting, writing a poem or dancing.

Back ‘In the Day’ you would all have been my ‘pen-pals’, (anyone remember ‘pen-pals’?).

The nature of Time is definitely strange and unpredictable – the Trickster in our lives – the accordion playing at our table in a Parisian café, serenading our hearts with music so bitter sweet.

After all is said and done

It’s just a rainbow ‘round the sun,

Another ring toss ’round a star,

A bear stuck in a honey jar,

An ancient number scratched in rock,

A ticking tap, a dripping clock.

Years pass like apes in papered parlors,

Time is their hunger

And we’re all bananas.

 

I love you all and send deepest thanks for your comments, likes and support of Art Rat Café. My connection to you means so much to me.

Here’s to you, dear friends, and to another year of bountiful blogging.

Peace and Love… Keep on Truckin’

Credits:

‘Keep On Truckin’ image thanks to Robert Crumb.

Painting and poem by clinock.

Painting: Self Portrait with the Other. 30″ x 20″ (76.2 cm x 50.8 cm) Acrylic on canvas.

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This Moment Now, Not Redux, P.S.

This intensely powerful July full moon woven into this rare, northwest coast summer heat-wave, is…phenomenal. Summer was late arriving in Vancouver, BC. this year and we needed, so desperately, the sun and its blessings. I drink it in. charging.

Full city, full moon, full light

You could keep a whole city alight in the energy I have tonight.

I am summer heat and am expanded and ignited by it – Fire – Leo – In – My – Element. 

This music was not in my one year post but I just had to put it here…with these words…

“And that full bellied moon, she’s a-shinin’ on me.

Yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea”

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June Redux 2014 – FIN

In June 2014 this was the final submission of my ‘The 100’ series that I began in 2012 in celebration of my 100th post on WP.

Over a two-year span I posted 100 Text and Art artworks, this creative form being at the heart of my blog.

My intention was to present 100 pieces of text based art from historical and contemporary artists, from my ex students and from my own hand.

With this post it was done

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completed, concluded, fulfilled,

finished and finalized.

 

Remember the endings of those romantic,

enigmatic, exotic and erotic

French movies?

~FIN~

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Time to put on hats and coats,

shuffle through popcorn detritus and cola cans,

leave the cosy sentiments of make-believe,

the warmth of shared fantasies and holding hands,

the smells of perfume, upholstery and sweat,

and stumble through swinging doors

into the glare and noises of the street,

stunned for a moment, floating between

two worlds,

 uncertain which is real.

 

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art and poem by clinock