Wednesday, September 30, 2009

813 Revelation Broadcast:

ISAIAH 42:14-16

The Blindness of the People

14"I have kept silent for a long time,
I have kept still and restrained Myself.
Now like a woman in labor I will groan,
I will both gasp and pant.
15"I will lay waste the mountains and hills
And wither all their vegetation;
I will make rivers into coastlands
And dry up the ponds.
16"I will lead the blind by a way they
do not know,
In paths they do not know I will guide
I will make darkness into light before
And rugged places into plains.
These are the things I will do,
And I will not leave them undone."

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Moving to the country....

More like, moving through the country.
Tasks of the editing.
"Can't they always be left alone?"
It is possible.
But not likely.

"American Baseball Moon", Two holes of a Man's heart, acrylic and charcoal on paper, 2001.

Things in the County of Uvalde are well, for my close proximity, anyhow. Travel plans never go as you first precieve them it seems. Great plans are cut off at whims by these instances of change. Hmmm. Makes me wonder of the day.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Time to Date

The Red Decay FALL Seep is Back in the Spirit of Man.

"Needs A Picture."

Pepsi Break / The Outsider

Last weekend of September, 2009. I headed back to the Panhandle this last week to get my bearings. Figure out what the next most important move for my art career is to be. I've discovered that not a person on the earth knows my history, or the history of my work, except for a very few. Pictures are worth a thousand words, so that gives me some direction.
Outside from that I traveled to south Texas, Bandera and the Old Spanish Trail, over to Uvalde to give my mom away in marriage, then Tuesday, it's back to the Panhandle to regroup for war paint in Redford. The Panhandle IS the place, though; it's where I'll make my stand. The deal down in Redford, for me, is nothing more than a willing offensive. Greatfully speaking, Redford "rules". It is a good place to be for art. My directions there over this last summer have been primarily directed toward Panhandle objectives. As it turns out, this "crew", of "chicken george and the folk art bunch", aren't really about documenting, they're more about "jacklegging off", or making fun of each other and theirselves. I respect that, it's fun. However, is that REAL folk art? Or, are they just a bunch of copycats who know nothing about the subject in which their engaging? Are they just over edjucated academics trying to nitch themselves into a genre in which they do not belong, or are they just "POP-ing" off? If so that means they are ripe for the kill, and have set themselves up to be knocked out of the way by the real deal. I know where I come from, and I know why I make art. The next three months in Redford are going to be rich. I suggest if you're reading, you watch and subscribe, to them and to me. Here is a video reflecting my acquired attitude:

Monday, September 21, 2009


'The desert will remind you of why some like cold water.'

Machines Remind Me

Chemical Dump, 17hx24w, oil on board, 2008.



That I Am Man.

chine;... Shine!

A man is a machine.

~que women` ...?

(wey ma' )

Lady of Guadalupe River'
12"x7", resivour acrylic polymer, 2009.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Bofecillos Mountains

The ART Burials

For seven years I've had the idea to combine artwork and the geocaching sport to engineer some interest of "fine art" into people who are, or are not aware of art working in the new millenia. My intent is to parrallel the experience of the artist creating work with the experience of the patron by creating an adventure. One that would take them somewhere they would not normally go. An event, of family and friends, to hunt down, to find, in an environment a lost artifact. Most pictures I make come from "sets" of three or four. This idea has offered me a chance to break up the set, taking one, if not all, and mysteriously plunging them back into the void in which they came. The whereabouts known only through a set of GPS coordinates, a location number to be sold or released at a certain point it time. Real Adventures of Experience. "Real adventures, Known."


Monday, September 14, 2009

Redford Desert Landscapes along the Rio Grande

Wanted to post a few landscapes I've produced in Redford. My main interest has been the agriculture aong the Rio Grande River.

Landscape with house and highway, 9" x 8", oil on board, 2009.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Hellhound Artwork

For Sale on e-Bay October 4, 2009.

At some point, and that point being a retrospective vision in reverse, thinking, "Where in the Hell did all these damb wicked hounds come from?".

Since the whole tragedy with Chegg dog and the pilgrimage into the desert went down, I had, almost immediately, these visions of Hell Hounds and the dispicable nature of the harsh earth. It inspired a system release of a handfull of narritives on paper regarding Death, the devil, and of course, God. Not everyone is familiar with God's temptation in the desert, but from beyond three months having been here, it is an inviting place. Hidden, like a canyon almost. Like the Valley of Death.
There are brilliant colors against each other here at war and peace but never at rest. They come in tides washing over the seas of endless jagged hot stone filling every gap and void. Truely, the voids found are full of wonder and curiosity beckoning like sirens, "Come in to us, for we have sheltered many." Illusions, to men who boldly trek after them only to find themselves tossed about by gravel and churning sea of their own selfish desires, lost, among the vast thicket sickle spiked claw of the desert's blind grasp, cactus, sharp spine, solar fire.
Water is Spirit. When it's all gone or poisoned or worse, Hell Hounds will rise up in the hearts of men just as they did today and yesterday, but tomorrow they shall be unrestrained, and they'll stalk the desert floor of this earth like the Terrible Lizard.

Lately out in Redford

Well, I've temporarily resolved a bunny issue on youtube. You see, my colleague, and I, thought it would be a great idea to reinforce the character of mine on youtube by creating a set of videos that played to the slower, seemingly more stupid slow western drawl one can only aquire in the rural west. It has been successful, I believe. We have effectivly began a cast of narative stories, fact of fiction. Here's a few of how they go....

As it turns out, Chicken George is a wicked ole bastard and he just wanted to exploit my suffering and make a fool of me..., therefore....

And at last...

you are current.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

What Happens Post Cattle Paintings

The Thoughts and Times of

The Video Bar