Wednesday, November 11, 2009
It's sometimes, as if I'm getting to know someone.
I think this is a room not just one painting. Well I know it's more than one anyhow...it's left behind things.
It's trading cards. I'll give you this if you give me that.
Jose and Brian isnt childhood kind of a no-mans land?
Everybody wants it, while nobody claims it.
It seems to me that we value the idea of children far more then children.
Maybe it's more about making and storing memories.
We like it in memory, so safe and warm.
But it's late and I'm just going on.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Naomi CarletonI love this train of thought. There is so much that is given up. Feeling secure without the knowledge of evil in the world and the fear of it. Comfort and peace with one's body...Susan Bainbridge
Great, just the comments I'm looking for. I need to really think on this one. I want an altar and things left behind. At this stage the sleeping girls are gone and the siren is changing. I used clear gesso first, because in the end I want to leave the painting unfinished looking. Because yes Kyle it doesn't need to be this way.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
After a pretty intense nightmare and the movie Hound-dog...I got to thinking.
It's a long way from thought out and is not a completely new vein for me, but...
Who and what are the Sirens of Adulthood. What did we leave at the altar of childhood?
What are the costs of coming into your own body in a society that tends to always view anything sensual as sexual advance. Were personal desire is transfered to the object of the desire even before the object has become aware of an another.
What did you give up too easily to the siren call of adulthood?