A Boy with a Flower (process)

 

Well, I don't know, I never know when to stop.

I kept going...

At this point I turned the leaf over and added colors

  

A Boy with a Flower

Painting alone is an option. Nothing to tell, though. Well, except that all last night I've been dreaming about this painting. I've come up with this theme last week probably influenced by Micheal's guitar. Michael, by the way, does good paintings himself. For instance, his message paintings are unpretentious, that's what I like. I get stuck sometimes when I get an idea, but cannot just simply do it. Instead, I start thinking of techniques, doubting materials an so on. Michael gets to his thought strait forward; it's impressive.
In my dreams the painting I painted today appeared to me as a text. The torso was the text. It's not how I painted it though. Maybe next time...
Here are some Micheal's message paintings:

I liked it, though

 

we still had half an hour and I rushed upstairs to cut another piece of Mylar. It seemed that only now I saw your face. You leaned against the wall next to the easel chatting away as my brush feverishly dabbed the Mylar surface. I said, "No, it is nor you. I am too tired." You left. I returned to the cave to clean the brushes. The painting was still on the easel. I liked it, though. 

A Topless Poet

You took off your shirt filling half of my Cave with half of your nudity. Nudity shone. You were reading poetry sifting through loose pages with trembling fingers. Poems, like music, stirred demons and painting was painting itself. When I looked at it three hours later, I said, "Painting was supposed to be a heroic deed. I wonder is this one was?" We still had half an hour

V

She is a maker of jewelry. She has taste in urban Gothic. She likes V-shape. V stands for vagina.

http://weregildjewelry.com/

Demons of the Cave

By the end of this sweaty session you said, "Guitar can create demons." I turned away from the painting to look at your guitar. I imagined demons creeping out of its hole. "Do you mean they hide inside?" " I don't know, but when they are not around, I repeatedly play same few learned cords. It gets boring like that, but when they are around she sounds differently, see? Especially these sharp edgy notes..." "Ah," I said, "ghosts are hanging around the cave all the time."

Sealed Sounds

Thank you, Michael for posing in front of my new painting. Your sounds are sealed in it 

Solitude of Longing

This is how the song appeared to me

Layers

This is what happened when I placed one painting on top of another

Poet with Guitar Sepia

As soon as he left... Not really: next day. On the next day I cut a new piece of Mylar. I calculated that to be consistent with the photograph proportion it has to be 34.5"wide. I mixed yellow, blue and red to make it sepia. Next time I will ask him to write a poem on this one, too.

Poet with Guitar

I meant to do another sepia work, to be consistent with the old photo analogy, but he played his guitar. Basically I used the same pallet as in the sepia painting last week: red, blue, yellow, but didn't mix them to form the sepia tone. I guess I was distracted...

Poet Series

He wrote his poem on top of the painting.

The roaring belly of the record player,

Flaring matches,

This is just a one night stand.

Light wind, pushing my used up body

Over hills of cascading white breasts,

Raised ass, ancient adorations,

Statues of our legacy!

Canonized lady’s man

Reigning forever, shore to shore!

Sperm, spit, saliva, smeared

Through humid nights.

No cops to refuse them.

"Sign it," I asked. He signed: Mark Leflar

Practice

I think of my material as a film. As a film it may be divided in different stills

January First 2015 with Michael Keane

We decided to meet every week. Practice is the point of it. He observes that practicing music in the Cave while I am painting makes him productive. He also started painting at home. He shows me his work on i-phone. No shit.