SUN INFINITY MOON: update

and so! there it is, a copy of the first run of indigenous horror classic: SUN INFINITY MOON! online and ready for purchase!

in my mind this was going to be a great movie but then I got to thinking: how do we film a forest burning down, for show business? how do we film a UFO coming down and pulling off an alien abduction, all based on the music of Chet Baker? how do we film a Gordon Smiley style car crash up there on highway 69 in the middle of the night in the middle of a long ago summer time? how do we film 2 authentic Indians on their way to a pow wow, one of them for dancing, the other going to carry one of the flags? how do we film a torrid sex scene without using porn?

so many questions…

the original idea was rejected by IMAGINATIVE, the local indian film whatever. but lets say Steve or Quentin gave it a think:

there is the new version, version 2, typo error free I hope, and already on the market. new cover art by yours truly! let’s remember that the first publisher we talked to said they wanted to do it but… they wanted to “edit it for story flow and content”. I scoffed at the idea thinking and knowing: what the flipping do they know about “Indians and the land reserved for Indians”?

and so we go out on our own for now with this, and hopefully the right “big leagues” publisher comes along, a publisher that knows actual and authentic, not a publisher who buys into a Joe Boyden scam. we need a publisher willing to do the research!

we are always actual.

New Paintings

Acrylic on canvas, 24×36″, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook. The light and space of being back home on the range, plus the “Art Bridge”, the blazing sun, the flashy vins at noon, and oh my goodness did I mention the light and space of the open range… Perfect for live fire painting!

Acrylic on canvas, 24×36″, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook. And at the Bay of Spirits Gallery, Dundas, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

The open range on May 4, 2022: the empty nest. I arrived on May 1, and gosh this boy was happy to be back in his own country!

Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada, on May 7: beauty day to visit the waterfalls and wowza those waters were going full! Truth is I was spooked standing that close to the rushing waters.

May 7th: wow! What a show! We were glad to spend another day over there, playing tourist and ripping through the cash! But fun always, and especially in such great company.

We’re on the swanky 9th today, it’s an art supply run, we need another stack of 24×36″ 1.5’s, as the time is right to get busy with that idea I’ve had brewing since I don’t know when! They were on last summer’s to do list but after that Scotland gig, gosh almighty we didn’t have the muster but things are diff this year!

The Scream, Native Style…

I got to looking at this again and started imagining up a little fun spoof series of paintings…

I’m going back to the range in early May, this time to stay, and I’m bringing a stack of blank canvas of all sizes: this boy is bottled up! We need the light and space of the almighty to stretch those art making arms and legs! The swanky 9th is indeed swanky, but we need to throw some paint around and that can’t be done in here!

Home sweet home: behind the house is the art bridge. The art bridge is where the abstract expressionism happens. And we be brewing and stewing big time about paint flying through the air!

An afternoon in the summer: that’s the view! And I’m going to be parked at that very table with either the canvas and paints or the keypad, Fighting In Hell in progress.

And at night: hopefully a lot more of this.

The Scream, Native Style… what fun can we have with that when we get back home? We shall soon see! Wish me luck!

April 10, 2022

wowza where does the time go? one thing is for sure: it does go!

I managed to get home at some point during the winter! A few mornings on the range with the sun blazing in that big eastern window had me dreaming up scenes of glory once the spring peepers arrive. We’re still a few weeks away from getting back to stay…

She blazes night and day and I was so happy to see it again! I don’t know if this sounds weird to you but I talk to that river. One of the many things I told it was I’ll be back again soon, this time to stay.

The cedar grove next to the river: a place of peace and a paradise anytime of the year. Yes when I get back I’ll be spending a few afternoons in here, in peace and mostly likely in prayer.

One of the reasons I was up there was to pick up some paintings for the gallery in Toronto. If you want to see them up close, visit the Bay of Spirits Gallery, right across from the AGO. That one is a 30×30 inch acrylic on canvas, using Stevenson paint. The late great Stevenson and folks we’re getting mighty close to the bottom of those paint cans… Pretty soon all paintings will be made with Golden Heavy Body.

18×24 inches on canvas board and I can’t believe this one lasted 2 summers at the house gig down at the beach at Providence Bay, Manitoulin Island! I’m betting it won’t last long where it is now.

24×36 inches, acrylic on canvas. Nice work. Slip that into a black floating frame and BING! Anyway those are 3 of the 5 shipped out this past week.

Pages from the Art Journal in progress! The book is The Highwayman by R.A. Salvatore and what a bundle of wacky words in that book! Weirdness. Managed to cobble a few trashy love poems with the every trusty theme: The Summer of 1979. Found poetry that is… Found like a friend who I haven’t seen in 43 years… (oh oh.)

The Scream, Native Style. More pages from the art journal, a work in progress. Of course I love always the work of Edvard Munch! Hopefully one day we’ll be over there to see them up close. I also love the work of Ed Hopper but the drawing I did in his style, in this art journal, just wasn’t up to grade C. So hey these art journals are a fun project! I’ve been working on this one since December 13, 2021, book repurposed, found, saved from the rubbish heap, thanks to the folks at the Goodwill. For more info on my take with the art journal, visit my YouTube channel.

We’re going to start letting go of the many sketches we have. After 40 years of art making the sketch books are everywhere around here and yes, it is time to let them go. This one is on 100 lb paper, acid free, 11×14″, one of what must thousands of sketches.

Sketch, 11×14″ paper, acid free, 100 lb. One of I don’t know how many we have here.

What we’ll do is post the sketches on another page and if you’re interested, DM, we ship everywhere.

Highway 7, Markham, Ontario, Canada, as seen from the swanky 9th. This was snapped the other day, after the first big warm rain of the year. It’s where we are for now. The plan was to come home to stay, on Easter Weekend but of course, that ain’t happening… I’m going to miss that full moon again and gosh darn am I going to miss the spring peepers too?

Oh my goodness… A weekend or two ago we had to visit the Danforth area. Shell went into a custom shop and I walked the streets, having not walked the Danforth since the spring time, 1990. I came upon this place and holy smokers. Tash, do you remember that Sunday afternoon in a long ago April, when you took me here? I was wearing my olive drab army pants, a black Guns n Roses t shirt, a blue jean jacket, a black trench coat over that, my yellow ochre leather gloves, my raccoon skin hat and my black jungle boots. I sure do remember what you were wearing!

Portrait of the Artist as a Middle Aged Man. At the club, the last show we got see before the pandemic closed everything. I know everyone is hoping we’re at the end of this pandemic. Hopefully the night clubs will reopen and WE can get back out and have some fun, seeing some fun shows. Dressing the part as well. I’m tired of spending my days and nights in my pyjamas.

For now though it’s the grubby and shabby, the big windows up here on the swanky 9th, the road home another few weeks down the way, the art making tools at the ready, a phone that isn’t ringing, an art journal, the good work of the cobbler, and me: blazing at the bit. Come on! Let’s start this thing!

Art work finishing ideas

https://www.facebook.com/WabanoCentre/videos/696604454393922

Here’s a video from my old work address, going back to November 2020! If you have a few minutes check out the other art videos we did in and around the centre, which is on Montreal Road, Vanier/Ottawa, Ontario, Canada!

Also on the go today:

NBE3U in action!

Let’s see if we can have some fun with it! (and let’s do it!)

Moving Forward: Art life

i like that one. i’m new to instagram and i’m glad to be on it as every now and then something fun comes along.

this one goes out all you folks in serious winter, folks who might be or feel alone! a day or two ago an art friend asked me: what are you going to do come spring time? i told them: you know where i’ll be when the spring peepers arrive!

Condo Horror… i cranked the blue tones up in this one. here at this address i ask: where is everyone? how come i never see anyone in the hallway? what is up with the dusty old cars in the garage downstairs, cars that look like they’ve not been driven in 20 years. and that very grey and dark parking garage with the big echo… and the elevators with the mirrors on either side giving the interior that infinity effect…

elevator with mirror infinity effect

i have no idea how to write that kind of horror but let me tell you, up here, on any given day, the ghosts, the empty hallways, the weird 1940’s era music playing down the hall…

the gals many moons ago walking at the address of a future writing project

starting next week i’m going to research the art of writing lame horror. there could be a story lurking in the very dark corners of this swanky address.

and there they are with a glass of German pilsner! yes we did make a few minor changes, a word or two that, on second thought, should be left out. stuff like that. small stuff. hopefully the typo errors are gone! horror grammar remains! and of course the horror story remains! this thing is filthy! wonderfully and beautifully filthy. but finished and it is indeed time to move forward.

we posted this book cover mock up last month but here it is again to refresh! next project on the writing agenda! Condo Horror will have to wait.

twinravens range, 7×9 inches, acrylic on canvas board, by Anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook. Artist collection. i was up there last week and gosh: that is a 180 from the mad mad scenes going on all over the shop these days, down here in the south and over there in the nation’s capital. the range is indeed: a place of peace!

Mark Rothko, c. 1969 (?) i cranked up the colours in this one. when i get back to the range and those warm winds are riding across the green fields… over the trees down by the river and hopefully there is peace, i’ll… hmmm. as i write that i wonder. i’ll hopefully be “like some bold seer in a trance… ” and working on something i had the time for last July but never got to as we were a bit strung out from 40 days on the road.

rock and roll all night and party every other day! i’ve seen this one around and, in hearing a few things around the room this morning, my inner and raspy voice says in pirate mode: let this be a lesson, lad. (the things around the room: the spooky goings on of the brain, the frontal lobe, the occipital lobe, the thalamus, the cerebellum among other tasty and deep fried grey matter… )

Niagara on the Lake, on Queen Street: went in for a look! not my kind of painting/artwork but the hack jewelry store attached: definitely my kind of fun and priced right for this boy. i’m a firm believer in that one day this pandemic is going to end, and on that day the nightclub is going to reopen, and my gang of artsy friends and i are going to get together again! artsy friends at the nightclub calls for “art wear” and the attached jewelry store at this address had just what we are looking for.

they had these very cool looking rings and you know how its going these day, we could use a bit of a “soother”, a little something to ease the anxiety and worries. in my mind all i was seeing was the flash and we need that too, when we hit up the club in art wear!

so i bought one of the rings and two of the bracelets knowing that yes, one day this pandemic will end and when the club reopens, the flash will be dusted off! when i walk through that nightclub door on a hot summer night and she sees me for the first time in two club years i know she’ll say: OMG. darling marry me!

(foolishly at press time i do not have a photo of said ring or bracelets.)

on Queen Street, Niagara on the Lake: i want to come back to this address and see a show! sweet summer time, pandemic behind us, and maybe in art mode!

word around the campfire is maybe there will be a new version of twinravens.com coming soon, i’m not sure what that means for this blog but i hope it stays on the air! it is here today though, and that’s good.

Next Writing Project

in the hopper as of 2022, a new writing project to keep me busy up here on the swanky 9th at 4 a.m., a thing that was actually requested! imagine that.

here is the cover layout in super basic. we’ll have the space age whizz kids who know how to work these fancy schmanzy computer things make the cover look much more menacing. yeah. that title needs to be way bigger and my name needs to be way smaller. but that’s it in basic. let me know what you think!

we’re on the clock with this one! we want this one in our hands by May long weekend, 2022. we’ve got 56 mornings up here in the ultra cosy confines of the swanky, overlooking highway 7, before we report back to the range in Tehkummah for further jungle training, so we have to get it DONE!

speaking of the range, how about this beauty:

twinravens Range, Red Wing Black Bird, acrylic on canvas board, 9×12 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook. Private collection.

Last Day of the Year!

Somewhere in Scotland, sometime in May 2021

and so here it is, last day of the year and thank the almighty we made it! so far so good. was up at 5 this morning writing out the “to do list” for 2022! we have some new ideas on there but we also have the “never fails” on there as well.

Providence Bay, Manitoulin Island, sometime during the August heat wave, 2021

a biggie on my list is getting back home to the island: June through to Indian Summer! and when i get there with a brand new game plan, we’ll see about those favourite places.

Providence Bay, sometime in August 2021

i look forward to a brand new year and what i saw online the other day, 365 more chances!

artwork at Providence Bay in smoking hot August 2021, artist unknown: nice work! as for this artist: i have a sketch book filled with new ideas and i look forward to the opportunity to bring them to life on the canvas! 24×36 inches and larger please!

walk with care in the homeland!

walk with care while visiting other countries!

3 of the things i’m going to focus on in 2022 is body, body and body! mind and spirit are on the list but i got to thinking about that sweetgrass teaching from many moons ago, over there at the N’Swakamok Native Friendship Centre! as you know, i heard it when i was a wild running in his own country, age 23, and i remember thinking: HA! Yeah right. It will never happen to me. well here we are on the door step to a new year and we be thinking about it now lad! thinking indeed!

5×7 inches, acrylic on canvas board, artist collection

and in good health and peace, we shall, if all goes well, keep going!

Somewhere in Scotland, sometime in May 2018

we have to get dressed up and go out! to see an art show, to see the full moon, to see the sunrise, to see whatever there is to see!

happy NYE and let’s hope and pray it goes alright!

miigwetch!

Christmas Eve, 6 a.m.

some folks in our family either have too much money or have just completely lost their marbles…

here we are at another xmas eve, another year nearly in the books, and i wake up at 5 a.m., walk out and see this…

oh boy…

(merry xmas eve everyone!)

Winter

instead of me trying to describe it, here it is, at the MET, December 2019:

and here she is!

wowza! like a lot of art in the history books, i’ve only seen it IN the history books. (remember my story about The Water Spirit, 1973, Norval Morrisseau, and what happened to me over at the McMichael Collection?!)

when we were at the MET, December 2019, just before the pandemic slammed into us, i spent a couple of “mask free” afternoons boo’n through the collection and had myself a few meltdowns on day one, seeing, like i said, stuff i’d only ever seen in the art history books and BOOM! there’s the actual, right in front of me!

on day 2 i came across this! (meltdown big time… )

i walked around this about 50 times! you see in the art history books they don’t give it much page space.

i mean: just WOW!

and from so long ago. i’d love to see a movie/video of the artist talking about this creation. i guess for that one i’ll need to use my imagination.

and one day, when this pandemic is behind us, we’ll have to go back to the MET, and spend more than just an hour with this one. between now and then i hope to have read the complete story.

of course one of the main reasons we were down there in December 2019 was to see the opening of Kent Monkman’s double 11×22 foot masterpieces hanging in the grand hall. here is one of them.

and so we walk into another winter, glad to see it too! i’m thinking about what a wise Anishnabe Kwe told me back in October: thunder in the fall, no winter at all.

i’m good with winter. so you have to wear snow boots for the next 90 days, no problem. and at night you may need a little extra of that full bodied and firm vin, some good company and maybe a book or two!

mine, the hard copy test re do, came in! i picked it up at the printer on Monday! the new cover looks interesting and, well. i haven’t had a chance to give it a read but if it’s the same thing i saw on my computer screen, it should be typo free. if it is good to go, we’re going to cut that one loose and see what it can do.

here is the first chapter of SUN: May 11, 1996:

season’s greetings! and we’ll see you next year!