A levitating bather who has had the sense to find this hidden paradise, bring a chair for sitting beside it and not another thing.Yes, two cranes, one parrot, two dragonflies. Anything else you find is yours.
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One of the things that keeps me going in RB is the anticipation of finding new work from you Baba.And every single time it pops up in my feed, I find myself staring at it for far longer than is healthy for my eyes… mainly to try and put myself into some kind of place that would help me to understand what goes on in your head when you do these colossally tumultuous paintings.I’ve seen the work of many passionate landscape artists who go beyond conventional visual translation and embellish what they see in relation to how the scene affects them emotionally… but I don’t know of anyone who does it to this extreme. And could be that many of them do drugs to get their head in that space.Cool thing about you is that you’ve got that going on with your own chemistry… absolutely no sugar added. It’s possible that you’ve got stuff in your brain that could be THE unique and fully un-processed recreational drug that people in high places would pay tens of thousands of bucks for 500 mg… so make SURE that you’ve got some clause in your will that stipulates that NO part of your anatomy is to be used for science. In fact, I doubt that anyone in any place would be able to do that stuff without ODing anyways. I truly believe you’re the only one on the planet who could handle what you’ve got flowing through yer veins.
As for the picture, I love how you bring us so close to nature in these time when everything’s going ape-shit all around us. What really do we need more than our naked bodies and a temperate and plentiful landscape… and a chair? OK, I don’t know if that would totally apply living in Belgium, but it’s your message that’s important. I look at your stuff and it actually makes me happy about our planet.You really DO have an amazing soul.It would be so exhilarating to be inside you.(sigh)Thank God for your art.
So then, I can keep that fat sucker with the two vertical eyes and the pukkered lips that your bather’s trying to push away?Hey, paradise would suck if there wasn’t at least SOME dark shit comin’ down :-))
Thank you darling BB for all this heartwarming praise. You lovely fellow you.You know, the thing about taking drugs as a creative boost was proved a falsehood to me in the 60’s. Maybe the drugs have im-proved since then but from the crowds around me I saw a lot of brain rot and enthralled focus on pieces of paper so overloaded with images the page gained twice it’s weight and was usually black. A delight only to its inventor in some recess of his tampered with brain. Drugs have always made me feel and do and see less. But then I am perhaps a rare case, one who felt very little in my youth and fought a life time battle with learning to feel more, and do not want that taken away from me by anything or any one.The chair’s in there, maybe I should say, simply because it is a really favorite old timey chair I had in my life in my teens from Vermont, and it was relinquished in Virginia on the trek across country decades later, when I was forced to pare down. I miss it terribly, and it’s in more than one painting. Foremost again in Studio and Spirit Dreams. It was hand made, had no seat but for a bit of found wood sometimes, and the original paint was orange! which did darken and did subdue but never failed to please this eye. I have started putting favorite things in paintings, kind of as a tribute for what was, by some miracle, that which stayed with me to this day.Thank you, too, for congratulating me for what I’ve got flowing through my veins, because it is generally more nettlesome than useful. I am always riding the bucking bronco that is me. Something else I don’t intend to moderate. As a good friend has said of himself, ‘I don’t do middle.’Yes, as promised, the skewed face you see on the boulder is yours. And having said so, don’t start assigning me exclusive owner of fertile imaginations. You are the original. If the world could but keep up with your footprints it would be a better place indeedy, even with likely excessive anarchy.This is a footnote that only you’d enjoy: I sent an email to a Brooklyn architect who renovated a store on my old block, giving him some history. And remembered out of the blue that once, briefly, one of the Spyra Gyro Band lived across the street. In the ’70’s. It took me an hour to remember their name, they’ve got to be a favorite of yours.
In your wonderful style, Barbara!‘Quality Art & Photography!’ is having a $20 challenge – Lets try something different! and you can only enter a work that has been nominated by someone else and I’m nominating you enter this work into the challenge. Good luck!
Thank you Nikolay! I have no idea what that means but it sounds lovely. I’ll try to find the details. And thank you for liking this strange and wonderful (if I do say so myself) painting, it gives me a happy feeling whenever I look at it.
Barbara, just in case you’re in the ‘Quality Art & Photography!’ Forum, you can enter this very challenge with your wonderful work as it has been nominated by me!
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