#867 F g H

Camera mem card died, so scanned this. 8″x10″ watercolor, ink on canvas board
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#866 D E

Second of the Alphabet series.
8″x 10″ Watercolor, ink on canvas board.
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#865 ABC

8″x 10″ Watercolor and ink on canvas board. I was given a dozen of these little canvas boards… think what I’m going to do with them, is the whole alphabet, one to three letter on each one. This will be the first.  Bargain price. You can have them, $25 each. The whole set for $165 (there will be 11).
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#864

8″x 10″ Watercolor, ink on canvas board. I was given 12 of these little canvas boards. I prefer working on stretched canvas, and larger, for acrylics–but these  take watercolor, so I’ll see what I can do with them. Maybe ask just 20 – 25 dollars for them.
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E for Red Emma, Anarchist True! #862

11″x 15″ watercolor, ink

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The Language of Art

I was going over a Lifeprint ASL lesson, and was stopped cold with an imaginary question… I mean, question that only an act of imagination would answer.
I heard a voice when I read when I was a kid–maybe because i learned to read sitting on my aunts lap when she read to me–it was not my voice, it was the voice of the book.
Some who has never heard, learns to read English (or other language) as a second language. Reading, at first–for a native signer, would be translation from sign–until they were fluent readers.
This is what I was trying to imagine–what form do the written words take, when you have never heard them? Deaf readers achieve a reading, and writing fluency well beyond any that what it’s like, when one is first learning to read a second language–it’s not translation. But what then is the relation to signing?
This is a startling thought… that there must really me, comprehension that is meta-language–meaning, that finds itself in word, or signs, but it is not identical with word or sign. A primacy of meaning before language.

Why does this seem so incredible to me?

Maybe because it suggests a language beyond language, that underlies other forms of communication–in particular– all of the arts.

#838

11″x 15″ watercolor, pen & ink. On Fabriano 140lb coldpress. Yellow-orange, blue-violet, yellow-greet triad.
Art is a rupture in the established order; a work of art is a tear in the net we cast over the perceived world– while the ‘Art World,’ in the guise of celebrating the rupture, works tirelessly to stitch it back in place. The Art World uses a capitalist idea of success to train artists to heel, like dogs on tight leash.

There is nothing more anti-art, than the capitalist Art World.

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#823

11″ x 11″ Acrylic, Ink. Brush and pen.
A tribute to graffiti artists–whose art is mated to destroying the value of property. The capitalist, Gallriest-Gatekeepers, and their non-profit mural arts sidekicks, try to defang them, prettify them, sell them to investors, but they slip out the door of the Great Western Art Narrative, to appear again on walls above the street–nameless as ninja warriors.
Paint this over fascist Rizzo’s face on 9th Street!
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Why it is useless to praise an artist for their work…

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… and is almost always harmful in more ways than indicated below.

Unshakable confidence in pursuing one’s calling is not incompatible with deep and persistent self-doubt.

An artist’s expression of  doubt may not, and probably does not, indicate the need for encouragement to continue in their work–it can be more existential, more a doubt at the heart of one’s very Being.

A gap can open between the sense of authenticity of the work, and of the self–and a growing feeling of achievement in the work, may be accompanied by a proportionate intensification of self doubt–as though the maker were not worthy of what they have made. Dismissing the value of the work, may not be about the work at all, but a defensive movement–a form of self-preservation.

There can be a paradoxical need to find in every work, a failure, a never ending failure, that both impels and insures continued creativity, and enables the artist to survive in the face of a growing realization that what one has made is infinitely more worthy than its maker.

This is likely true for any person who follows an authentic calling.

Photo of funeral pyre