Kismet Arts Tangent

This wall hanging is lovely in its own way.

I’ m working on Christmas presents. I know so early, but I like being early for these matters. Mostly to be smug when everyone else is rushing around. I was thinking of my step-father Steve when I made this one.  I thought since he likes going to the shooting range and the last anniversary present he got was a gun, I thought this would be right up his alley. Though, I think you need a sense of humor to go along with it. Thanks to Dan for letting me use his camera.

I like this picture. It reminds my of a tale. Of two youngish lovers kayaking on the far side of the island. The tide and other elements kept them from the shore they’ve been away from for three hours. Two baby girls, one in each kayak lay in the hot sun, oblivious to the sweat and worry on their parents’ faces. With all their might, the two adventurers hit land and breathed a heavy sigh. They looked to their little girls, one clearly red from sun exposure and they noted that each thought the other had put sunscreen on their youngest darling. And that’s why I seem to blush so easily. At least that’s my best guess.

One of my friends commented on a sticker he saw at pike place on a phone kiosk. They aren’t really booths anymore… Side is the point. The sticker was captioned “Where are all my thylacines?” Or something like that. I thought I would do a painting version of that because I learned a new word. A thylacine is a marsupial from down under that went extinct due to man’s intervention. Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Also, I saw Where the Wild Things Are, the movie, and I felt that lonely wilderness feeling and can it be captured in a painting? Maybe. I also felt that the character Max could have easily been played by Ellen Page.

I like this better. I imagine a palette of coke bottles fueling some rogue poet in a cave.

I’m not really liking the foreground as much as the background in this picture, but ever since I saw “He died with a falafel in his hand” (it’s a movie) I wanted to include an underwood in one of my paintings, because writing is cool, and they are so antiquated but really interesting. The underwood was there for Hunter S. Thompson, most beatniks and the guys in Naked Lunch. I like to think that it could find its way most places. Interest in tying shoes… it might show up in later paintings.  The reference photo for the girl is a ballerina tying her shoe. I like it. Develop more.

Notes for future painting:

firstly, it’s T.S. Eliot, not Robert Frost who talked about the world ending in a whimper, however, I do like Frost’s end of the world…

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

A lot of ideas swirling around in my head tonight. New insights and articles to read and blogs to peruse. Had a coffee thing, where conversation led to the idea of time, home, memory, movies, animals etc.

Visual image: time  like ants crawling away from your rocking chair in a warm log cabin and out the open door into the cold oblivion. For another day.

Ludo reminded me of how awesome Dali’s elephants are, crows are smart and ants… meh. It’s something I like for its secret reminders to me.