Archive for March, 2020

Social Distancing Blues in A

and so we’re in the thick of it now.  wild stuff is running rampant here, there, and everywhere!  it’s Saturday night in the slab and we’re following Doc Spook’s advice: when in like this, enjoy good vins and good cooking!  so i am cooking and the vin is closing in on room temperature.  while we wait for that to happen an IPA from England lights the way!

truth is: i’m not much of a cook.  i always do it Rez style, and i’m talking back woods Rez style, back woods like down by McBean Harbour in Sagamok style.  there AIN’T no flash to what we’re cooking.  but i fancy it in day dreams.  when we’re out there on the open range in sweet home sweet home, back on the Manitou River, down there on the Range, things are different as we’re usually in the company of some very exotic and beautiful ladies in bikinis: and so!  the cooking has to be classic show bizz style.

you better put the headphones on for this one:

that trick with the egg flying and the spat:  i need to learn that one!  mind you:  what we’re doing in our kitchen tonight is baby shit along side what this dude is doing.

and so it is Saturday night: we’re in, where we are hopefully safe.  the cooking is on going.  the vin is.

this is super social distancing!

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out there on the streets of O Town:  one morning on the walk to work last week:  the flipping streets were empty save for this black bra.  it was empty too as you can see. how long it’d been there i don’t know but it wasn’t there the day before…

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Power Bird with Medicine Bundle, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches, by anishnabe artist and ruthless wild man:  Mark Seabrook.  (experimenting with new paints…  )

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Calling Up the Almighty:  Assist. various inks on wood panel, 11×14 inches, by anishnabe artist and exotic dancer:  Mark Seabrook.  while we fuss with the new paint selections, there is room to go back to the good old days.  i’d be one for visiting them!

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“Man Changing Into a Thunderbird, panel 1, in reverse”, cheap acrylic paint, various inks, on 1990 issue paper, hard cover repurposed book, Found Poetry Book 5, a work in progress, by anishnabe artist and brutal savage:  Mark Seabrook.  while we’re waiting for paint to dry, we can muddle over what some folks have said to us, me in partic, anywhere along our way.  those “some folks” do not like us!  and they do not like me and my ways of savagery.  to them it is evil and bad.  to me its another day at the office, here in Canada.

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“Writing on the Wall…”, cheap acrylic paint and various inks on 1990 issue paper, hard cover repurposed book, Found Poetry Book 5.  if you ascertain my meaning…

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the guitar is always there, waiting for us.  anyone can pick it up.  (my old buddy Carlos said that!)  and so while we ride out the storm, this Yamaha  FG-345 ii that i scammed out of a pawn shop over there on Montreal Road will assist in the to and from.  i’m an old school guitar player who liked to record on a Fostex.  this Garage Band stuff on board the mac book isn’t like the old school “cassette tape” that i know and love.

recording on said Fostex.  that’s me on the 12 string, one Sunday morning many moons ago.  you can hear Shag in the back ground at the beginning, he’s in the kitchen cooking up breakfast.  but that is also him on the background vocal.  if you do listen to it:  BE WARNED:  coarse language and sexual content. (best to put the headphones on for this one…  )

ah yes.  the Fostex.  a 4 track recorder great for on the spot song writing for old timers like me.  i really like those 12 string notes at 45 seconds into this recording.  i took the song into the No Reservations rehearsal hall but the boys rejected it, saying it was too camp fire.

i on the other hand think its an awesome snap shot of “one of those days”, back when we were a lot younger, when 201 was one of the coolest spots and…  this one though was recorded at the corner of Simcoe and what do you call it, over there in N’Swakamok.

“What to do on Sunday Afternoon” was written and recorded and performed by yours truly!  i just made it up on the spot using Shag’s 12 string.

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how grand it would be if Shag and the boys came over to my place and we ran through some of those old No Rez selections and booted around the idea of recording those other 12 songs we had in the hopper.  the world needs to hear things like:  The Creator Song.  Broken Home.  Thunderbird.  Red Doggg Blues.  You Had Me But I didn’t Have You.  Concrete Shoes Love.  Baby You’re a Crocodile.  Bats With Wings.  That Night in the Byway.  and one of my personal faves that we only played in the club:  Drive In Theatre: We Actually Watched the Movie…

we’re still cooking, 2.5 hours in.  i think the vin has arrived at room temp., so my thing is this:  why wait till later?

or as my dad would say:  Why take any chances?

more fun cooking vids from one of my fave movies:

Be safe!  Stay out of trouble!  And don’t get yourself killed, or worse!

Many thanks and hope to hear from you soon!

 

Holy Wowza!!!

i hope you’re reading this!  if so, we’re still in the game!  gosh times have gotten very weird here in the capital city with all the spooky goings on.  we’re not in la la land now, and so we should see many strange things.

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Montreal Road and Bradley, Vanier, Ontario, 850 a.m., this morning: normally this street at that hour is an insane runway filled to the brim with mad and barely qualified drivers.  if you want to watch an exercise in psychopathy: this is the place but be warned:  stand back.  the speed limit is 50 km but none of the savages pay any attention that.  today though…  the road was empty!

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boiling up a gallon of lemon and ginger tea: i had that stuff in the hopper all day, zipping and reading:

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the twinravens reading list for spring, 2020.  that book: The Inconvenient Indian, is an amusing read, but being one of “them”, there is only so much of that one a fella like me can read at one time.  good thing the Vincent Van Gogh book isn’t too far away.  and can someone please tell me wtff is up with James Joyce and A Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man…

The Power of Art and The Visual Dialogue are “toothy” reads…

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and speaking of FUN reads (and a great way to cool those anxious heels (ha!), some art making and art therapy is always a great way and time for saving souls):  the found poetry book in progress is filled with fun tales and beautiful pictures created by Yours Truly!  here is an absolute gem:

That Weekend At the Cottage

fearing the sleepless hours to come, lurking somewhere out there in the darkness…

The evening air had cooled to the perfect temperature for dinner with friends.  It was a night for sex, long and slow under the stars with the scent of lavender drifting into the windows and night sparrows chirping in the trees.  I used to know what it was like to be in love, she thought, I used to know that sweet aching need for one man.  But she could no longer remember it.  She could see it, could picture it, but the emotion was gone from her body…

The End.

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Rider on the Storms, various black inks on wood panel, 8×10 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Created fresh just the other day!  We ship anywhere!  Email me if you would like to purchase this piece.

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that was nice of them!  i’d like to think an original Mark Seabrook acrylic on canvas in any of my styles could brighten up your day!

super switching gears and art styles:

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spooky!  i’m always on the look out for something to create in general issue black and white.  this afternoon while on the snoop i stumbled across this who ever’s nice work.  i like what they have happening in the back ground as well.

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spooky!  i got to thinking about this one as a starting point for something with an indigenous “twang”.  that indian accent.  that indio rez slang.  (good thing the weekend will soon be here!)

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we’re going here, this weekend,  but we’re going to switch out good old Boney for something more like this:

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Hell On Earth, Indian Residential School, acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.

i think we need to boot this one up to fit that flashy 8×10 inch frame i have here in the living room, the frame at present: is empty.  let’s see what can be done come Saturday.

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one more love story:

Indian Summer

She laughed.  “Of course, yes.  That is what I mean.  I fell in love.”

they watched one another for a long moment.  Oh, to see the world with innocent eyes.

When they finally spoke, her voice sounded different, younger and softer than before.

“You are the first person I ever told this to,” she said in a quiet voice.  Her black hair fell across her cheeks.  Slowly, her dark eyes found his.  She was naked.  

“Do you understand?” she whispered.

“Will you make me say it?”  she whispered.

She pulled him forward.  She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, slid her legs around his waist.

“Fill me with fire again,” she breathed.

his bed creaked.  Of course she was gone.  He remembered the thrill he felt as her tanned arms slid around him…

The End.

let’s walk our way through this wilderness of wild times!  and of course enjoy good wines and good conversations with those we are locked in with.

 

Rolling up on March Break

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Power Bird at New Moon, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches.  $350, unframed.  We ship anywhere!  Brand new work by Anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.

Life is getting WEIRD out there, on the streets, at least where I am, and if they ask me I tell them:  we have to hang in there, warmer climes will soon be here.

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Saw this the other day and thought yes…  That could almost be a t shirt.  I could wear that  down the streets where I am and maybe…  (It is a wild world out there right now.)

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Saw this one too, the other day and thought wow:  You folks over the wire are reading my mind!  The cottage I want is a cool 400 G’s so I better get busy and makes some $$$!

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Saw this one as well and was attracted to it for two reasons:  1)  Yes.  At some point in time we’re all going to be dust and bones so forget about it.  Go easy.  Have a good time.  And B)  That is a super cool visual, love the look of it.  Now if that were a 30×30 on gallery canvas I’d be asking the vendor how much?  And do you take cash?

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Speaking of vendor:  that is the twinravens.com road show at the York U. pow wow on Saturday, March 7th.  The face masks were out in full force at that one!

York U. put on a great pow wow!  I’ve been on the pow wow trail since 1988!  The Raven, est. 1988, has been here and there over the years and hopefully will be coming out of retirement this summer as we’re entering in…  (yikes!) The Golden Age category.  Gosh.  That was fast!

But I digress:  at the pow, they had their usual exhibition dances and the one that caught my attention was the women’s traditional dance.  There was a young gal there, if I had to guess, 12 or 13 years old, and not wearing the traditional dance regalia you usually see in that exhibition dance.  I watched and it was perfectly clear she knew what she was doing, carrying the ceremonial items in both hands, and standing out for two reasons:  1) she was much younger than the rest of them, to the tune of at least 35 years, and not wearing the regalia of that particular exhibition dance.  And B) her moves were unlike the others and quite unlike anything I’d seen before.

Very interesting.  I got to wondering where she was from but I soon found out as they had the Big 6 crew on hand for an exhibition song where they used the drum that comes from their part of the country.  That young gal got up and danced those songs and for first few, she was the only one up there, going counter clock in the dance arena, and let me tell you those steps she was using: never in my pow days have I seen anything like it.

Pretty soon a Jingle Dress dancer got in there and she was using the Big 6 step that I’d seen for the first time last summer, over there in the mighty Akwesasne.

So yes!  Cultural revival, cultural reclamation, and above all:  Resistance.  A fella like me can see that every now and again and let me tell you seeing that young gal working her original dances and authentic moves really made that trip to the York U. pow something special for me.

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Resistance.  Powerful.  Authentic.  Not Colonized.  twinravens.com t shirt on the main streets of Unionville, Ontario, Sunday afternoon, March 8th.  Turns out those t shirts were a good idea.

 

HEY!!!

let me know what you think about this one:

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untitled, 5×7″, acrylic on canvas board, by Anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  framed this morning, March whatever it is.  i like that one.

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if you’re there, order the local:  very tasty.  (that was during my day at Queen’s, going over some old (20 plus years ago) stomping grounds.  the folks at Queen’s had me squared away within 15.  nice work!)

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Artwork in Private Collection:  art show in some far off gallery who knows where:  I’m thinking about that design again…  I wonder what that would look like as a 24×36″…  with a few more stars in the sky…

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me and Mr. S.C., 50% of the all native rock and roll band:  No Reservations.  (we’re at the Georgian College Pow wow back in I don’t know what year it was.  Mr. S.C. is wearing a Canadian issue olive drab and I’m wearing a US issue BDU woodland camo.)

just so we’re on the same page:  here is a little No Reservations for you:

i wrote the words and Mr. S.C. wrote the music and that one opens our 2nd album:  Hollywood Indian, nominated for an Aboriginal Music Award at some point in time.  oh yes!!!  that is the Great Jen B. on vocal.  (Danny Boy on the drums: he was a killer!)

photo of Jen B., in action:

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so where i’m going with this is:  check out my hair in that shot with me and Mr. S.C.  i’ve been sporting the long hair since the day after university.

me at day one in art school:

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a snot nosed brat, age 18:  a library with no books!  and no long hair…

what do you think if i were to sport this hair style:

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anxiously awaiting your reply!

 

 

March First!

ha!  love that topic line!  but yes, here we are in sweet x 2 March.  this boy is looking forward to those spring peepers…

As requested: Art Therapy:

Heavy duty exercise Number 1:  The burning mask.  Actually a 3 part exercise and we can get into that when we get there.

Heavy duty exercise Number B:  reviewing the keepers.  Every now and then you come upon something that really does need to be kept.

Now I am NOT the art therapist.  All I do is facilitate the art making.  But we have a team of professionals who are therapists and we can go anywhere at any time.

I hope this answers your questions!  Email me anytime for rates.