Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Western Influence.

So I officially know this info first hand:  watching 17 Western flicks within a 4 week period is going to influence your work and that is the entire point of my movie marathon.  Below are two examples.  You may recognize Robo Wagon from previous posts.  One thing I learned from this particular embroidery piece - coffee used to stain fabric will absorb into your hands and then move along to hijack your bloodstream, making your heart feel like you ingested oh...about 3 cups of truckstop coffee.  I remained very motivated during it's making.  Dino Cowboy Standoff had a much more calming process.  I'm kicking around the idea of a collage for a third work.

 Robo Wagon, embroidery on muslin, 8"x10", 2012
Dino Cowboy Standoff, pastel, 8"x10", 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

American Youth at Sea

American Youth at Sea.  Check. This is panel #3 (#1-American Youth Airborne & #2-American Youth on Land).  Just your average painting depicting the futile battle with life that we must sometimes fight.
 American Youth at Sea, 50"x34", oil, 2012
 Blasting hula detail.
Octo-shark detail.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Second Installment: The Western Review is in.

I may have slowed my roll but the Western-watchin' Extravaganza continues.  The ferocity of my movie appetite is not as great but just as necessary.  I frequented a different library branch for this batch of flicks, I needed a new setting for phase two.  

Opening scene...annnndd...ACTION!

The library was packed.  And loud.  Did I mention I was in a library?  I was unfamiliar with the layout of the building and it took me a minute to meander through the conversing masses and find the DVD section.  "Excuse me, scuse me..sorry, pardon..excuse me...here we go....pardon, hi there, excuse me... sorry, just need to get right where you are leaning and talking to your friend there, thanks."  Finally.  I snagged the first couple of Westerns I saw that fit into my criteria:  pre-1980, no tv shows, and no musicals.  I was outta there.  I skirted along the perimeter wall to avoid interrupting any conversations or worse yet get sucked into one.  In my opinion, the library is not  a place to make friends, I'm there to feed my brain.  I made it to the check out line but not without being hit on by a hulked-up Little Richard.  When I looked back at my reflection in his gold tooth, I thought...hey, I'll take any compliment.  Any time.  Anywhere.

Let the movies roll...

Hombre (1967) Paul Newman
We've got another stagecoach situation on our hands.  I will never take this mode of transport because it seems that you will always be fated for an attack of some sort.  Hombre is no exception.  One of my fav things about this flick (besides young Paul Newman's fine face) is leading lady, Jessie's hair.  You could always tell the desperation of the situation by her auburn locks which progressively got wilder throughout the film.  By the end, it looked like rats had taken up residence on her head.  One of the best lines, "Eh, Hombre...a compliment of your shooting.  You have put a hole in me".

Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) Charles Bronson & Henry Fonda
I will never look at a harmonica in the same way.  If you ever find yourself in some second rate whiskey joint or perhaps a dusty ole desert landscape and you hear the lonely wail of a harmonica, take cover...some code red shit is about to go down.  My favorite line from the movie: 
Bronson:  "I saw 3 of these dusters a short time ago, they were waiting for a train.  Inside the dusters there were 3 men."
Robards:  "So?"
Bronson:  "Inside the men there were 3 bullets." 

Missouri Breaks (1976) Marlon Brando & Jack Nicholson
Dude...Brando AND Nicholson?  Yes, sir.  I could leave it at that but there's more...Randy Quaid makes an appearance to boot.  The movie poster reads:  "One steals.  One kills.  One dies".  And indeed they do.  Nicholson plays a horse thief and Brando plays this total space-cadet-shaman-assassin.  There are odd bouts of silliness that I found off putting for example in mid chase the characters would just Three Stooge it up or pull a Smokey and the Bandit move.  It just added to the weird factor.  

The Cowboys (1972) John Wayne
Why don't you hire a bunch of prepubescent boys to cowhand an epic cattle drive?  Cuz shit gets crazy and the little bastards turn into killing machines.  Indeed Mr. Wayne, school may be out but class is in session.

*****HALL OF LAME*****
I'm a huge believer of finishing a movie you begin but below are 2 movies that my soul rejected within the first 30 min. and would not allow my body to continue to view. 

Duel in the Sun ((1946) Gregory Peck
An orphaned girl who looks to be pushing 40 lands herself a sweet mansion-hacienda setup foster family-style.  By the second day she has already fallen in love with one brother and been molested by the other bro.  Click.  That's me hittin' eject.

Little Big Man (1970) Dustin Hoffman
Dustin Hoffman raised by Cherokees.  My wild-ass imagination can't even make that work. 

Even during a suckfest like Little Big Man, progress was made on Robo-Wagon.  I say 5 or 6 more Westerns and this bad boy just might be finished!



Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Western Review is in.

WHAT
I've become obsessed with Western movies.  Anybody that has been within earshot of me in the last couple of weeks has been forced to hear me drone on about it...and for that I apologize.

WHY
Two weeks ago I walked into the same library that I went to as a kid.  It was just as I had remembered it...same layout, same smell, probably the same librarians behind the counters and the same drifters slouched in the chairs soaking up the free a/c.  I went in looking for something.  Fuel for some hunger I had.  I walked up and down the aisles reading titles but the books just weren't cuttin' it.  Dude...(sad face).

I got pissed when I remembered this scenario from past inspiration quests.  When desperately seeking out an answer 99.9% of the time the answer will not surface immediately upon request.  Oh no, you are on their time.  And you need answers so you just have to bite your lip and try not to be a pushy a-hole.  Answers like to sneak up on you like a predatory beast and startle the bejesus out of you when your guard is down.

And that is just what played out on this day at the library.  Every book I manhandled scurried away like a skittish woodland creature.  Hope for the guidance I craved was quickly swirling down the toilet.  Then BAM!!!  The Western DVD section jumped out from around the corner like a goddamn den of angry snakes.  Instantly I knew I had to ingest as many Westerns as possible.  I had no understanding of why, all I knew was that it had to be done.  

MENU
The Shootist  (1976) John Wayne
On a 5 bullet rating scale with 5 being the most awesome, I give this one 4.5 bullets.  The .5 is for the tears it made me cry.  Why did you have to go to gunslinger heaven JB Brooks?

Support Your Local Gunfighter (1971) James Garner 
Dude, on a scale of 0-awesome, SYLG reached mega stellar status.  Jimmy Garner was amazing as was every single individual that played a part in the film.  High-five and thanks for the laughs. 

True Grit (1969) John Wayne
You rocked my socks.  My first born, be it man child or of the female persuasion, will indeed be named Rooster Cogburn.  (Side note to future husband:  thank you for understanding the nameth of our babe). And oh yeah...this quote goes on my headstone:  "Well, it's the real article!  Genuine, double-rectified bust head.  Aged in the keg".

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) Humphrey Bogart
The T of the S.M. stretches the classification of a 'western'.  This film is also classified as an Action and/or Drama. Note to self on what makes a Western a Western in the case of this flick:  shoot out with banditos, train ambush, Mexico, gold prospectors, bar brawl, and a gila monster.  And I quote..."We don't need no badges.  I don't have to show you any stinking badges"...end quote.  (Originally from B. Travern's 1927 novel of the same title and later parodied in Blazing Saddles).

3 Godfathers (1948) John Wayne
Robert William Pedro Hightower is a silly name for a baby.  The movie was trite with a lot of flashing around of the bible.  As with most good Westerns it included a moral message but I could have done with a lot more gun-slingin' and way less baby-holdin'.

Shane (1953) Alan Ladd
Hands down...rad.  Best flick on the planet.  All other movies, Western and otherwise, can jump in a lake.

Stagecoach (1939) John Wayne
Kick ass.  Major commentary on morals and society.  Badass outlaw meets ousted prostitute and they live happily ever after.  As it should be.  

Shenandoah (1965) James Stewart
I hate war.  I love this movie.

Fistful of Dollars (1964) Clint Eastwood
Possibly the best intro music ever.  The movie itself...not so much but Eastwood did indeed single-handedly manipulate and collapse two warring dirtbag outfits.  He burned that cesspool of a town to the ground. 

The Baron of Arizona (1950) Vincent Price 
V. Price's booming white-man voice and highly manicured facial hair can only translate into a shady creepster character of some sort in any film.  The BofA was no exception.  The Baron was a code red d-bag from the get go but some how he comes out on top in the end.  All in all this flick gets 2 pistols down.

The Furies (1950) Barbara Stanwyck and Walter Huston
Snooze.  Fest.

OUTCOME
The first spawn of my Western-movie-watchin' extravaganza is Robo Wagon which can be seen in-progress below.  It is an embroidery piece done on muslin soaked in coffee grounds.  I have many more flicks to watch.  The beauty of it now is that I can sew while soaking up some Western movie eye candy.  Multi-tasking just got awesome.



Monday, July 30, 2012

American Youth Airborne

Good night American Youth Airborne or whatever your title ends up being, it was nice working on ya.  Compositionally you made me feel itchy at times.  Like a lot.  But our struggle made us friends.  I especially enjoyed the times I avoided painting you all together and instead played with the paratrooper dude.  Paratrooper dude, now that your modeling duty is done you and I have a date on the balcony and by date I mean I'm gonna toss you over the third floor railing.  I genuinely wish you a safe landing but if you get stuck in a tree or drift onto a neighbor's patio it will be okay because your mission sir has been completed.


American Youth Airborne, oil on wood, 50"x34", 2012


Pterodactyl detail.  
(Side note)  
Dear Pterodactyl,
If I were given your name in a spelling bee pre-this painting, I would have lost immediately.
Best,
Layla


Space-dude detail.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sweet Baby Joseph



Baby Joseph, oil, 28"x22", 2012

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

New Studio Stills

Started American Youth at Sea painting this evening.  This is what my place looks like now because of it.  Not a bad thing.

Shark and S-ray cruise through the diving sub packaging.
As they should be.


Water pistola and various underwater jazz.


You can just make out the beginnings of the painting...a sinking ship, octopus, and what you can't see is a hula girl perched atop the bow of the boat.


Hula girl.

Friday, July 20, 2012

BB Scores New Digs




BB whispers a wish to the Sun, "Sun, I wish for a home."


BAM!  The Sun delivers.  Here is your key to Apt. #1914.  
"Kick ass", says BB.


BB high-paws her roomie.  


Housewarming party.  BB cranks up the tunes.


BB takes Too Short's advice and Get's in Where She Fits In.


"Dude, I can honestly camo myself almost anywhere here."


"What kind of sick shit is this?!" screams BB.


BB makes a friend.  "Not much Kitchen Chicken, what's kickin' with you?"


Okay, SERIOUSLY...what is up with the animal carcass trophies!


BB hits the roost with a classic.  Night, night BB.


BB's dreams are filled with home.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Ode to the Joan Vollmer-William Tell Incident

I'm not a huge fan of painting portraits.  I feel inside out and upside down when I'm painting them and suffer mega self consciousness when showing them to the outside world.  But sometimes a portrait is the only way to convey what's ticking in my brain.   

The story behind Ode to the Joan Vollmer-William Tell Incident goes like this...Joan Vollmer was the common law wife of one of my favorite authors, William S. Burroughs.  In a drunken game of William Tell, Burroughs placed what was reported to be a gin glass atop Ms. Vollmer's melon and then proceeded to miss the target.  She died from a gun shot wound to the head.  



Rounds 7 - 10ish.  Done and dusted.


Round 6

Sigh...


Round 5

Nose job...check.  Awesome.  Way to destroy and fix but now my face doesn't look like my face.  Lost the structure.  Whose mouth is that by the way?  I look all swole up.  The dang circles under the eyes are mine for sure...maybe the off kilter nose is mine as well.  Let's try again...  


Round 4

Okay, so after analyzing Round 3 I realize my nose is totes off kilter by about a half inch.  Not exceptable.  So I feel it best to smear all wet paint and reconstruct.  I was proud of this painting thus far...but knew it had to be fixed to the proper proportions.  When an image becomes precious (as this one was becoming) more than likely it needs to be destroyed and begun again. It hurts and not gonna lie tears were shed, beers were drank, then reconstruction began with goddamn vigor (and apprehension). 


Round 3

How are you childhood apple toy friend?  Good to see you again...I invite you to join my painting.


Round 2

Mugshot-action in effect.  Cap-gun, you are awesome as is.  You may stay lined-out my friend.


Round 1


Monday, May 14, 2012

Dino-Robo-Morph

Q:  What do you get when you cross a dino with a robo?  A:  A dinobot.



Dino-Robo-Morph, oil on wood, 5"x7" (individually), 2012


Dino


Dinobot


Robo

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Done and dusted.


American Youth on Land, oil on wood, 50"x34", 2012

American Youth on Land is done and dusted.  First large scale work completed in 2012 and oh what a flippin' crazy ass year or two it has been.  This is the first body of work I've done in 4 yrs. that is non-bird-related.   That's big, eh?  I'd like to give a big shout out to New Zealand for making this work possible.  New Zealand, you were a daily kick in the balls, it was painful (still trying to right myself) but I needed it dearly...I will always love you for that.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Studio Stills.





So for the time being I'm calling the current body of work American Youth.  The toy collection is piling up around the homestead forming odd vignettes...in a good way.  I'm working on a 2nd painting which is focused on toy battles in the air.  The 1st one (robo/dino/cowboy/indian work) is on land and the 3rd will be at sea.  Self portraits and mega traditional still lives filled with cap guns, baby toys, and what not  are dancing through my head.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Dinos & Robots: Phase Two


Phase Two in full effect.


Dude, remember playing with these? Just to let you know...it's still fun.


Palette battle royale.


progress detail

C-boy and Indians made their debut to the Dino/Robot painting today. It's an epic battle - outcome...unknown.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Come on Down!!!



If you happen to be in the Fort Worth area
in the next few weeks,there is a stop you must make...

IN FIVES

AT THE FIREHOUSE ART GALLERY!!

MAY 1st - 26th 2012

OPENING RECEPTION: MAY 5th 6PM - 9PM



Sunday, April 8, 2012

Dinos & Robots


Dinos & Robots
(in-progress)


Dinos & Robots
(detail)

Working at the Science Museum is having a direct effect on my artwork. Hence, Dinos & Robots. Check out the new studio space. Got all my stuff back from New Zealand so this woman is ready to get her paint on. Let's do this.

Monday, March 5, 2012

More Tini Tiny Mighty Minis

Sandhill Crane
pastel & charcoal on roofing paper, 3"x5", 2012

Rock Dove
pastel & charcoal on roofing paper, 3"x5", 2012

Pink-footed Shearwater
pastel & charcoal on roofing paper, 3"x5", 2012

Blue Jay
pastel & charcoal on roofing paper, 3"x5", 2012