Rhinovangogh
Profile
I am a self taught artist working on large canvases 48” x 48” usually, but I have painted larger and smaller. I use bright acrylic colors and my themes are generally happy, albeit introspective at times. I am inspired by Vincent Vangogh’s passion and frantic need to paint prolifically. I am iconoclastic in thought but staid and rather “normal” in my behavior and dress. I love most art and music and enjoy talking about art with friends. When I am in a painting mode, I like to eat green olives stuffed with garlic,tomatoes/mozzarella/basil sliced and drizzeled with olive oil, and drink red wine (cabernets are my favorites), while listening to anything from opera, hard rock, techno,and new age music.
Groups
Rhinovangogh is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , * Painted Ladies *, Yellow Gallery, ! 100% !, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Acrylic Painting, All Out Emotion, All the Colors of the Rainbow, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Contemporary Professional Painters and Sculptors, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Equine Art and Photography, Flash Fiction, Freedom In Words & Art, Painters In Modern Times, Solo Exhibition, Something To Say, Surrealism *MAX 4 PER DAY*, The Art of Pain, The Resurrection of The Exquisite Corpse, Twisted Tales, Vibrant and Vivid Color, Writing Workshop and Writing: Persuing Happiness.
Journal Entries
I am published with some RB greats and humbled...
Posted 4 days ago, 24 comments so far.
The Glorious Red Bubble Parade
Posted about 1 month ago, 11 comments so far.
An Artist has to eat...
Posted about 1 month ago, 16 comments so far.
Til you wise up
Posted about 1 month ago, 2 comments so far.
Perfect Day
Posted about 1 month ago, 8 comments so far.
An Open Door
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
Hallelujah it's Raining Zen!
Posted 3 months ago, 16 comments so far.
Mayberry's Finest
Posted 5 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writing
A Bum's Story
The real truth of my life, lies somewhere between Missoula Montana and where I am now. This is just another cold and damp place I call home.
A Coffee Dream
When I slept I dreamed of justice / In the mission charity line I spoke with others like me / we had our dreams stolen by ruthless , clever men
When the Big-Boys Forsake the Rules
Castles crumble and fall / strained by iniquity’s greed / When big-boys forsake the rules
Standing in the Pits
In the kitchen an empty fridge gurgled / Dirty pots glued together with yesterday’s sustenence / A cockroach raced his brother towards the end and fell
Covington Cross
“But the intelligence and planning, surely this is cavalier and unwarranted risk!”
The Day’s Eye
I grabbed the closest woman and clapped shackles on her. “Come along Sunshine.”
