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The Dream at the End of the World

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Opening pages of Found Poetry Book 4: The Dream at the End of the World.  I loved that title and to boot: printed way back in 1991, the paper is quality stuff that can handle the sharpie markers, highlighters and thinly spread dollar store acrylic paint.  I keep saying “thinly spread” as no matter how good the paper quality is in these old books, if you layer on gobs of acrylic, bad things are going to happen to your book project.  I’ve seen it happen with a few participants and yes it can get messy fast.  And that’s when the tears start…

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Remember: this is meant to be a long term art making project.  As you can see I started this one way back on September 4, 019.  Here we are at December 15th and I have 3 pages to go!  The opening “found poem”, is 2 pages of love…

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Found poems…  Love this stuff!  As I said to participants:  what literary surprises are waiting for us with every page?

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The End of Art School, found poem No. 3, is an 8 page beauty that goes like this:

in a dream, rising up through the tranquil sleep of a warm May evening, left in its wake a delicious sense of peace, of afternoon sunlight, the dream terrain, i felt the thrill of recognition, was offering, up to him again.  

his life was out of control, sidetracked by untidy passions, impulsive missteps, messy obsessions…

daring was in his art, and his ambition seemed limitless, he was an accomplished poet as well as a musician, still, he was beginning to feel like a hired hand, and he was weary of focusing his energy on works that were not his own.

disturbing, nihilistic, quietly bizarre…

its perpetual distraction.  as summer approached, the power of his stories, the dream had shown him the way.

flirtatious, seductive, she staged mad crushes, they had become favourites among the creative elite, they were famous among the famous.

his only refuge was his imagination, he invented his own planet, “I was always trying to get away.”

found his freedom, possessed of a diffident charm, and sensible in summer, thrillingly remote, was vital and clamorous, the ancient native, life burst through the seams, wonderfully excessive, costume balls, expeditions and martinis, cleanliness and efficiency.

steady, hot, with a moon that is like a sun when it is full, a madhouse: the piano in their isolated house was wildly out of tune…

trance dancing-all of it was part of the pageantry, Sahara, the sky had a life of its own, baptism of solitude, silent country, sensation of existing in the midst of something that is absolute: the absolute has no price.

mystical undercurrents ran deep, a man transforming, the supple nature of reality, on the other side of the looking glass, alienness intoxicating, insupportable jealousy, I shall be away. 

pursued the exotic, self indulgent, he kept up his creative momentum, he transported himself, an untamed twenty year old, the two began to spin fantasies.

a protagonist in his novel, restless souls who wanted to explore life outside, purpose and spirit, it was a mystery, She laughed: “You KNOW I don’t want you to go.”

a close friend of both, i dimly remember my own face and not yours, how psychosomatic can you get?

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Of course there is room for drawing: “Fancy Shawl Dancer, who IS Mother Earth”,  sharpie marker, thinly spread dollar store acrylic.

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And room too, for experimenting with the draw and the subject of the draw:  black ball point pen with sharpie marker on acrylic paint.  Maybe there is an opportunity to create a new series of pictures from the sketches in these pages.

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Some days are tougher than others…  Sharpie marker on acrylic paint.

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“True Love: age 22, (I knew her name)”, Found poem, a 12 page extravaganza!

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Once into it, these sketches can be pretty telling…  (life on the road…  )

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And of course there is room for fun stuff!  The end page of a wildly sexual poem, from the Road Taken!

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Ah yes: room to explore, room to create, and maybe a new series of paintings in the development stages…

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Heavy duty and ultra supra TELLING!  Wow.  This drawing is from the last of the pages in the book, 384 pages of found poems, drawings, journals, love stories, memory brambles lane, black circles under blood shot eyes, spinning out in a parking lot, from soup to nuts, insanity before xmas in the city.

Yes the found poetry book project is a work in progress and an exciting exercise for the creative soul.  On Monday I’ll be back in the goodwill on the snoop, looking for another interesting title with high quality paper.

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Power Bird, acrylic on canvas, 18×24 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Made fresh this past week and using a new brand of acrylic paint!  The last of my Stevenson Professional Acrylic, and I mean the last, we’re down to the bottom of the barrels, I’m pretty sure we only have a half dozen paintings remaining in those paint barrels.  Very sad for me as Stevenson was my brand since all the way back in art school.

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Power Birds, acrylic on canvas, 24×36 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Originally it was a black and white but with this new brand of paint in the house, it’s time to explore and see what she can do.

Just ten days before Xmas and…  yikes: another year will be in the books.

 

January 9th/2011 Winter Wonderland

aanii!  boozhoo!  and halloo there!  so this blog thing huh…  we’ll get a year or two into it and msn will change it again.  i had me a fun little community on msn several years ago and they pulled the plug on that: gone!  well that sucked cause i had tons of very cool photos on there, stories and friends and the whole shoot’n matchola is gone.

i thought that was going to happen to my space here but i see some of those old journal entries have survived and i’m thankful cause those too, are some fun stories from days long gone.

well anywho.  i’m out here on the range in the middle of winter.  thank the almighty we made it this far and that we have a big blue sky and snow covered fields with a river cutting through, and a warm house in which to view it from.  we’ve been out here since May Long Weekend and what a change in scenery its been:  from downtown Ottawa, living on Booth Street with the madness of Chinatown going on right outside the front window, to this place: boon docks central on Manitoulin Island, back home with the natives and non, Green Acres, and zero light pollution, noise pollution, zilchola in the pollution department!  its nothing but the great wide open.  yes indeed what a change in scenery.  you can see most of it on the msn photos but my facebook too has a bundle of pics of the homestead coming back from the dead and the incredible scenes from the summer of 2010.  wow what a way to start the day:  barefoot in the river with a cup of hot coffee and…  well hey.  its a big scene out there and tough to describe.  (my english has never been much of anything.)

so yesterday, once i had the fire going nicely and we’d warmed up the rooms (its minus 20 out there), i cracked open the paints and the brushes and fooled with a few new ideas in the paint department.  you see we have a show at the end of January, at the Wild Oat in Ottawa, down there in the Glebe which is a very groovy part of town.  the surviving war horses and others from the Sweetgrass Bistro show in November are already in position, so we are good to go but i want something in there with the bells and whistles jangling and blowing!

usually we show the paintings on gallery canvas with the edges painted and a tasty little glaze over those acrylics. they hang without frames.  mind you framing would be an expensive dealio in 7.5 inch heelios cause they’re big!  like 36×48 or 40×48.  so what i’m doing this time is working smaller, sketch size, 8×10, 11×14, and framing those up with matts and the whole nine yards.  that’s going to make a diff i hope come show time!  folks can take those with them, ready to hang where ever, and they’ll fit nicely right under their arms.

well whatever happens its no sweat cause somewhere down the road those paintings will sell.  maybe not at the Wild Oat, but we won’t have any of them by June 15th.  that much is for certain.  so today, once we get the place warmed up, and clear away some of the xmas decorations!!!, i’ll get back to the basics and pick up where i left off yesterday afternoon.  truth is i’m anxious to see what these little paintings will look like framed and matted.  (we could be onto something tasty!)

i’ll say this too:  once i’d put the brushes away for the day, the ladies and i walked up 20th sideroad about half mile and the sunset was fan flippin tastico!  cold to the tune of at least 15 below, but we were snuggled up nicely in our heavy duty winter gear and i was working up sweat draggin that sleigh with an 8 year old girl playing on it.  the walk and that fresh air is what we needed to make an evening of it in the town of Tehkummah proper, meeting with other artists and like minded folks.

so we’ll see what develops over the next 12 to 15 hours, perfect day for it, clear and ice cold but what a view!  the river is running fast and she’s steaming!

don’t forget i’ve got my youtube channel if you want to see the river.  just type in twinravens2000 and you’ll get my channel complete with vids of the river, the shoreline at prov. bay, and various art related and NR music thangs.

chi miigwetch!