The best news story of the day is the report of a space ant firing a laser at earth.
I kid you not.
And we thought we’d destroy ourselves. Turns out those pesky ants will do it before we do.
The official report goes that astronomers have detected a laser emission from the Ant Nebula. A rare one, mind you.
Anyway, this laser emission suggests there is a double star system hidden at its core.
We can thank The European Space Agency’s Herschel space observatory for detecting the laser blast and its subsequent link to the death of a star.
Scientists say, when stars the middleweight size of our sun get to the end of their lives they shrink into dense white dwarfs, ejecting off their outer layers of gas and dust and creating a nebula.
The bad news is that last week, research revealed that our sun would create a planetary nebula when it dies, leaving behind a ghostly ring like that of Abell 39. Thankfully, this will happen in 10 billion years when planet earth will probably no longer resemble its current status.
Pandamonium, as I call him, is a vintage panda bear. He is as old as time itself; my time that is, and he was my first best friend.
He was given to me as a present the day after I was born, April 1st 1973, which makes him an April Fools present, that is unless it was given to me after midday. One wonders, and truthfully, one will never know. During my childhood, Pandamonium was by my side through thick and thin. Every birthday, every Christmas. Every snow storm, every thunder storm. You name it, Pandamonium witnessed it, and, comforted me during it.
As vintage panda bears go, I’m sure you can imagine, with such a long history between us, the thought of parting company with Pandamonium is unthinkable. No amount of money could begin to persuade me to say goodbye. Having shared so many adventures, monetary value is meaningless in comparison to the value of sentiment. A painting on the other hand. That’s a different matter. That’s me paying homage to my little buddy. Like portraits of historic figures of centuries gone by, forever celebrated in the minds of those who view them. He has earned this highest of creative accolades.
This particular vintage bear painting, Pandamonium, is painted in oil paint on a textured canvas. The canvas measures 21 x 29.7 cm, 8.27 x 11.69 inches, (or A4); my now signature support size for all my furture 2D artworks. It is initialled MG17 in the bottom right hand corner and is signed, titled and dated on the reverse. It will be the only original painting of Pandamonium ever to be painted thus sharing an exclusive rarity with Pandamonium himself.
Pandamonium’s portrait painting could very well be in your own art collection. It is certainly deserving of that exclusive privilege.
If you are interested in owning this original oil painting of Pandamonium, please feel free to contact me for more details or click here to own it now.
Yes. Winter sun messes with my mind … At least for the first few weeks of the autumn (fall) and winter seasons. It’s probably not even the light. The likelyhood is, what’s REALLY messing with my mind is the limited time available to do my work. For the most part, I work outdoors. It’s the most spacious area I have at this present moment in time, and, of course, the light, when available is best outdoors.
The painting, Winter Sun Messes With My Mind, is as fast and as angry an abstract painting I could have produced on this particular day. Overcast and dim. And cold to boot. Winter Sun Messes With My Mind reflects in its strong Vermillion hue that a rage is bubbling overhead and only the brightest of opportunities could lend itself to battling this oppressive menace. There is, however, an underlying joy in what appears to be a joyous man sporting a beard.
This abstract winter sun painting is a artwork upon an abandoned summer artwork; metaphoric perhaps in how colder weather has overpowered with a vengeance.
Thick palette knife work is dominant throughout. The brush was used sparingly but with forced energy. It is a piece that both exhausted yet pleased at the same time. It’s amazing how painful in production some artworks can be. I can tell you that without fear or doubt but whether you feel it or not is entirely down to you.
The support is 6mm thick found MDF, cut to my customary 21.0 x 29.7 cm or 8.27 x 11.69 inches (or A4) and is currently unframed. If you are interested in owning this special piece of work celebrating the transitional period between, mild and cool or light and dark, the artwork is currently available for you to own. Please contact me here for details. Thank you for your interest.
When the day is looking to offer little or no creative inspiration, it’s time to dig a little deeper.
This is a portrait of a young woman. It’s actually a woman I know. A good friend in all honesty; a friend that has inspired me for many years. She was once my muse; someone who would “get” my vision. Someone who would understand what I was trying to say, but as life moved forward and situations changed, those arrangements and meetings were no longer possible and I was left with a creative void and I’ve never really found a replacement. It’s not that she wasn’t around. She just wasn’t available to discuss and challenge my ideas like she had done before.
Well, that is until recently.
A recent revisit of the banter has caused a shift in creative gear. Say from second to third. We’re not talking about bases here. It’s not like that. But its fair to say my practice has been, shall we say, revitalised to new levels of freshness. At least in the way it is organised which for me is absolutely vital.
Which brings me to the painting in this post. More accurately, it is a painting made with oil sticks. Pensive Blonde Woman was made using unmixed base colours of blue, yellow, green, red and orange. The oil sticks in question have been in my arsenal of art materials for a number of years. I have used them very occasionally. I do like like them I suppose. You could almost say they are made with me in mind given that my ideas are both sporadic and instant.
Ticker Tape Nixon is the first in a new series of paintings that explores the visual beauty of a ticker tape parade, notwithstanding the logistical nightmare in clearing up such a celebration. Most footage of ticker tape parades is old film, black and white, and is dominated by white streams and a swarm of fluttering white specs cascading to the ground. The film is usually accompanied by raucous cheering.
I was less fascinated by the reasoning behind the ticker tape parade and so focused on the ticker tape itself. For the most part, that’s all the viewer can see anyway; a real time visual abstraction. It’s reasoning lost in the flicker and flutter.