Paintings, February 2009
#9 February 2009
All are acrylic on paper, 30x22 inches unless noted
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#1 February 2009.
January 31, 2009.
Montreal, late afternoon to dusk.
No one will ever ask what you wanted of your work; and you
will only get from it whatever you get—of which the world will make
what it will or nothing.
was begun as “It was a dry time in a dead world marked by ruin, loss
and heart break.” An hour before I had thought of it as a red Day of
the Dead skull like I saw once in Mexico City with green branches
growing up though it.
And, I need my words
(like “It was a dry time…heart break”) in making my work because my
work grows out of my conversation with it.
Put a little green
tree at the top of the black panel (and the sun shining blessing it
February 1, 2009
Montreal, 1 am.
Working on #1 February.Put
in the tree and the sun. The painting is done.
#2 February 2009.
What it says on the painting:
“Flesh tells the story.”
#3 February 2009.
(Incidentally, this image
is terrible, but I cannot
get a better one.)
February 4, 2009
Montreal, morning in Café Crème on Victoria.
Breeding and building
Building and breeding
That is our life.
And when the breeding
is over and we are too weak to maintain the building?
Montreal Studio, night.
Working on #3 February 2009.
What it says on the painting—
“They will do everything to console you but it’s only dust and death,”
and “You will always come back.”
Sure, “seed to flower
to fruit to fall to rot to seed to flower…” Or, as it was in the
Harvest Basket in Beulah Land, “Where have all the flowers gone? Gone
to young maid every one. Where have all the young maid gone? Gone to
young men every one. Where have all the young men gone? Gone to
soldiers every one. Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to
graveyards every one. Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to
flowers every one. Where have all the flowers…”
#4 February 2009.
February 5, 2009.
Montreal, night, working on #4 February.
It says on the painting, ”Yes, we will go down into the
dirt; yes, we will live again.”
February 7, 2009
#4 February 2009 complete. And now it says on the painting
something like, We will be dirt at the bottom, but we will live. “
#5 February 2009.
February 8, 2009.
Montreal, early morning.
On waking, an image of a curled up blob of
flesh—embryo?—twitching and drooling. Birth, Death? Only time will
Montreal, late afternoon.
Make #5 February 2009.
What it says on the painting...
“It was a dry time in a dead world,” and “YOU NOW.”
#7 February 2009.
A Man's Story
Read next column for what the painting says►
February 13, 2009.
Montreal, late night.
February 2009. Untitled, a man’s story.
Some of what it says
on the painting...
Painting teaches the laws of sight, and thus the laws of life:
cock in cunt is to plant the tree. All else for cock is only blood in
the gutter: DEATH.
What will it be when night
follows day and then no dawn comes after?
There is only one sunrise:
the generations; and there is only one sunset: the generations.
"Sunrise, sunset, the world goes round..."
And it also says five
Yes, we go down into the dirt, and yes, we will live again.
And in another place
Wandering lonely as a cloud, or a lump of dirt crushed
into the dust of eternity by God's footprint. And there's a drawing of
the lump, and there's the words, "YOU TOO."
Click the image for #s 8-12 February 2009