I've always loved to paint big. Although still relatively small to the sizes that i will be doing in the future....
This 36" x 48" canvas is a culmination of style wanderings within the last two years of my 36 year painting life. The shift began with the Radbowvision series at the beach house at Keiki beach. Where i started introducing all the colors of the rainbow with out it being too-Uni-corny. Another shift occured while i was painting on the deck of Buttons Kaluhiokalani's house. Patrick Parker was doing these little canvases where he'd painted the canvas black then brought out mid-tones and highlights. It was there where the studies and work developed and evolved into the "Universal Soul Series".
As mentioned in other notes on inspirations, there is always more than meets the eye.
This winter, we have hosted many fine artists here at the Plant Too Pupukea, worked on many collaborations and have exchanged a plethora of ideas. A few works have these paintings under my paintings. I believe the energy that was put down in these loose collaborations was an added sort of boot camp in brush strokes. Puns abound. Words were painted, hands got dirty in the mix. Fingernails were bloodied by zipper sounding scrapes, layers mixed in paint and blood. Twenty dollar bills inserted between layers in defiance toward our money system. So that 6k commish was now a $5,980.00 piece. A certain oxy-moronic freedom learned in light, vibrations, and color....and ignorance. Sometimes breeding nothing but a drunken.....mess of this muddied flagrant blurry waste of paint that needed to be cleaned off the floor....in semi-hangover mode. But hey, at least i ate as organic as possible while dirnking and smoking like i was in the 50's era. What will the landlord think? Luckily, the only complaint was that the bass to treble ratio needed to be cut.
"To lose one's self"....as in Hemingway, Steinbeck or Eminem.
People have always asked me about the war that comes with a blank canvas. I've never saw that or had the thought process that made me afraid of it...the blank canvas is one of the only places i feel most comfortable, secure, and hold moment to moment decision making. I've posted here on Facebook many things that~friends come up to me later to say that "i don't get what you are talking about". So, i like to kid back and say, "i don't either, so i must be on the right track". Simply put, we are on this trail of surrender, no pre-edictated outcome to rely, exploration of our self, joy, and reciprocation. With a smile like you mean it strut. Tom Robbins wrote one of his characters to say "everybody has a hard-luck story". That statement has lead to other steady and subtle out comes in the things posted here on Facebook sometimes our only link to the outside world. These series (Radbowvision, Dream, and Universal Soul) coincide with a wandering.... of mind and paint. Some call it going off the deep end....i guess most call it that. Taking the paint and strokes to definitive blurriness and back. So again, yeah....about the painting....
"You will never be alone again...."
i look at these sometimes subtle seekings, blatant struggles, and flow of love going down all around me. I watch as information is passed between lighted phones, computer screens,....and people. Magic without the illusionistic smoke and mirrors, true magic. In a one love drive centimeter mile. Seeing swells hit the shore, listen as the winds barrel down Waimea valley in starship stealthness, rustling every treetop and plant on its wanderings toward the feathering lips exploding through the semi-permeable surfaces. Stars and clouds quiet-amazingly accurate in their relative slowly shifting journey. Energy, all energies. Primal & infinite. The challenging crashing wave like words and actions born of the forgiving calm and fierce temperatures which it was created. Silent vibrations beginning as thought seeds grown into music and vegetables. At the top of the work, a fetus head had appeared, face small, head large at center the Pineal gland. Out of the fetus' closed lips come the swirls of Fibonacci. With this painting, i set out to not delve into overdrive details, but to loosely form with colors, painting the light off its blank dark void. There are many questions that are asked in our quest of life and spiritual....paths. Seekings, Struggles, and Flows intangible. The title came before the painting in its underpainting stage, where i did a two step written painting. I wrote in paint all the frustrations and heartaches involved with Porkchops illness, passing, and going on without her until now. after i blacked out/blocked out the canvas, i wrote again words of realizations and wishes. "You will never be alone again" came from fully feeling the presence of source. The feeling of wholeness that can only be described as Love. The same love exchanged, the same love of self, which is all the same love without physicality. Not only our love of all that is physical...Our souls source....is always with us. so don't hold your breath, just breathe easy....when no one is around to say those dreamy three words, everything around is there to tell you so....
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