Saturday, January 13, 2007

My Paintings



This is not to show you how artistic I am, but how crazy I am. These are my paintings done with leather paints on the back of Coca-Cola cardboard boxes. I'll do anything when I get bored; write poetry, work at the computer, blabber up a blog, make little paintings that are just elaborate doodles! I used to cut out paper dolls, but...

I put these paintings on display because I lost them when my Southern Exposure sites closed down a couple of days ago. I didn't pay them or want to pay them, so that host passed away. So, any good stuff that was there may turn up over here, even if it sneaks in without any announcement! But I may admit to it sometimes, like this. I was sorry to see the old Web Site go, but progress is progress, even when it's less! The march of Time!

9 comments:

  1. Ah, I see the Road Runner in that bottom one...good likeness!

    Actually, if you toke a little weed, these start looking like expressionist.

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  2. Yeah, do that! And don't Bogart that joint, my friend!

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  3. I didn't realize you painted also. You are talented man.

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  4. I think it's in the same category as cutting paper dolls. At any rate, a perverse expression of Something!

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  5. They actually remind me of a nightmare I kept having as a child! Seriously! I kept having the same dream over and over until I painted it with the aid of my art teacher! I hadn't thought about those dreams in forever until seeing your paintings! I never have been able to figure out why they scared me so much!

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  6. Yi, Rhodent, maybe it was the Bunny Rabbit that scared you and brought up those old memories! I guess they are very dark damn things, suggestive of some dark dreams...

    Odd that it reminds you of yours, but they say Great Minds think alike! Maybe Paranoids do, too, though.

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  7. oooh! pretty painting...or uh pretty crazy painting...this piece would make a lovely crazy art quilt. I'd like to see your perverse paranoid paperdolls.

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  8. Hello, Houston. I'm only about 90 miles away. You might pass me on the freeway some day!

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  9. All perverse paper dolls were shit-canned years ago; not a one survived. I cut out demented abstract paper patterns up until a couple of years ago, but no more. I'd cut my fingers off!

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