Tag Archives: Paint on Wood

PieCeS oF WHaT

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11 VERTICALS

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

When the world has turned     Paralyzed and wrong     Cold-blooded claws never offer     Anything at all     Past the point of love     Shattered and untied     Waiting to pick up the pieces     That make it out alright     But pieces of what?    Pieces of what     Pieces of what doesn’t matter anymore     Moonlight on my floor     Shining through the roof     They got the city surrounded     As if I needed proof I forgot my fear…  Feel it’s on the rise…  Buried by all of the pieces…  Falling from the sky      But pieces of what?    Pieces of what     Pieces of what doesn’t matter anymore     ~MGMT

i MaKe STuFF

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JUST AN ARTIST

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

I am not the best artist of this generation.  I am not the worst artist of this generation.  I am just an artist that is part of this generation.  I am just an artist that makes what he feels at that point in time.  I am not the one who will be the judge of my work.  People will say they like my work.  People will say they hate my work.  Either way it doesn’t matter in the end.  What will matter is that I did something true to my heart & soul.  What will matter is that I did something that made me happy.  What will matter is that I tried, I gave my mind & time to something I love.  I gave my heart & soul, my mind & time, my love… I was here & I did something with my life…  ~mijumi

GoNe

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INNOCENCE LOST

7″ x 15″ Mixed Media Sculpture

 

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men. ~Giorgio de Chirico
All things truly wicked start from innocence. ~Ernest Hemingway

LeGeND HaS iT

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O GALO de BARCELOS  (SOLD)

24″ x 48″  Mixed Media on Wood

 

 

Barcelos is a town in Portugal. The town’s famous symbol is a rooster, in Portuguese called o galo de Barcelos (“the Rooster of Barcelos“). There is a legend associated with this rooster. One of the many versions of this legend goes that a rich man threw a big party. When the party was over, the rich man noticed that his sterling cutlery was stolen by a guest. He accused a pilgrim and let him go to court. He protested his innocence, but the judge didn’t believe him. The judge was about to eat a roasted rooster when the pilgrim said: “If I am innocent, this rooster will crow three times.” When the pilgrim was about to be lynched, the rooster crowed. The judge released the pilgrim. The story ends a few years later when the pilgrim returned and made a statue of the event. Now the rooster can be found in just about every home where you’ll find a Portuguese person.

QueSTioNS

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ONE QUESTION LEFT

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

What if I…?  How could she…?  Maybe I should have…?  Why don’t we…?  Don’t fret.  Don’t let… all of these questions that get.  Stuck in your head for days and days.  Eat away at your mind in so many different ways.  How can your thoughts become your own worst enemy?  Where do we go when it’s all over?  How do I get back to the sea?  How will this all turn out?  Who am I supposed to be?  All of these questions keep comin’ back around.  All of these questions can bring me to the ground.  Why?

aND We DaNCeD

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TINY DANCER

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

I am not, I am not going to stand on the wall.  I will dance, I will dance, I will break that a** off.  And I see you in the corner, corner looking so small.  Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard.  I will not, I will not give a damn who watches me.  I will live, I will live liberate the fox in me.  I will be the disco-ball, freak and give my all.  And we danced, and we cried.  And we laughed and had a really, really, really good time.  Take my hand, let’s have a blast.  And remember this moment for the rest of our lives.  ~ Macklemore

 

THRouGH THe CouRTYaRD

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GOING STREAKING

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

We’re going streaking!  Sorry, sorry, we’re goin’ streaking through the quad and then to the gymnasium.  Come on everybody!  Come on! Snoop!  Snoop-a-loop! Snoop…uh, no, it’s cool!  It’s cool!  I’m cool, bring your green hat.  Let’s go!  Come on everybody we’re goin!  – Frank the Tank

 

NoT a FLoWeR

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WEEDS

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

You get in the way.  They call you ugly.  You ruin things.  They don’t give you a chance.  You don’t belong here.  They rip out your being.  Be strong.  Stand tall.  Hold on.  You are here for a reason.  They don’t see it, but you know it and that’s all that matters.

oDe To THe SToRM

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RED EYE

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

It is not known exactly what causes the Great Red Spot’s reddish color. Theories supported by laboratory experiments suppose that the color may be caused by complex organic molecules, red phosphorus, or yet another sulfur compound. The Great Red Spot (GRS) varies greatly in hue, from almost brick-red to pale salmon, or even white. The reddest central region is slightly warmer than the surroundings, which is the first evidence that the Spot’s color is affected by environmental factors.  The spot occasionally disappears from the visible spectrum, becoming evident only through the Red Spot Hollow, which is its niche in the South Equatorial Belt. The visibility of GRS is apparently coupled to the appearance of the SEB; when the belt is bright white, the spot tends to be dark, and when it is dark, the spot is usually light.  ~Jupiter

WHeRe You GoIN’

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PATTERNS WILL RUN

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

This painting started out in typical mijumi fashion.  Circle, circle, dot, dot and a few splashes here and there.  But I didn’t like the end result.  I took a thin piece of wood and dragged it across the painting while it was still wet.  Then added in some more circles and lines.  Sometimes you have to change what you’ve made to make something better.

HaVe Ya SeeN Mi

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SHOE BOX DESTROYED

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

Flip-flops.  Boi have ya seen mi flip-flops?  Da ones dat came in dis shoe box?  Da box dat mi rip de top off.  Cuz de top, I mek it pop-off.  When I tek off and start upon mi walk.  Down to de beach and den I stop.  Chat up mi friend ’bout wot gonna blast off.  Tonite is de nite of de jump-off.  Where ya see dat gal who ’bout to pop-off.  She get close up and no goin’ to back off.  So ya go to de place te get ya rock off.  And next ting ya know she dun tek off.  And ya stuck all alone wit’ no flip-flops… wit’ no flip-flops… wit’ no flip-flops…

Do You See C u

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C U IN THE STORM 

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

For some reason some of my paintings remind me of storms.  Snow storms or rain storms either gently falling flakes or with drops fiercely exploding.  I liked the colors in the Radiating Beauty painting and got pretty good feed back so, I wanted to try something different with similar colors.  I used some half circle tubes in this one.  That’s where the C and U come from.  The storm is coming…

i LoVe THe 80’s

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INTO THE 80’s

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

Gremlins, Goonies & Ghostbusters.  Growing Pains, Punky Brewster & Voltron.  Hammer Pants, tight rolled jeans & Jams shorts.  Samba Classics, white high-top sneakers & Patrick Ewings.  Getting a flat-top with a fade, lines on the sides & shaving the Nike flight symbol into the back of my head.  Those were the 80’s for me.  What were yours…?

LiFe DaY 3

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LIFE CYCLE

24″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

 

Is it pre-determined?  Is it all a matter of chance?  Does everything happen for a reason?  Why do the good ones have to die young?  He lived to be 100 years old and ate oatmeal everyday.  She was only 13 and had the whole world ahead of her.  I can’t believe he’s gone.  It seems like only yesterday.  Do we all have our own life cycles?  Is it written?  Can we break the cycle?  Can we change the future?

aWFuL

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ABOUT LAST NIGHT

18″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

I did what?  No way, not me.  I’d never do that.  Oh you did it.  All over the floor.  What?  Yeah, they came over and grabbed the back of your collar and dragged you out.  No way!  I swear on anything.  Oh my god, I don’t even remember that.  It was pretty crazy.  Man, I’m never drinking again.  Heard that before.