Tag Archives: Mixed Media

FaST FoRWaRD

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CASSETTES

18″ x 24″  Mixed Media on Canvas

Remember cassettes? Turn it back with a pencil and throw it in the tape deck. My first cassette was Bon Jovi, Slippery When Wet. I was wanted dead or alive and my Walkman was strapped to my side. Bel Biv Devoe up through my headphones. Poison as can be I controlled the show. Want to hear the last song on side two? Stop, eject, flip it over and let it fast forward through. Let it fast forward. Forward. Forward. Forward into CD’s and MP3’s. Your playlists come up for you to see. No rewinding, no waiting, no going back to the way it used to be. No going back to the way it used to be. No going back to…

NeW ReaLiTy

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SAIL AWAY

11″ x 15″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

At times my day dreams get the best of me and I drift away to this internal reality. Walking around on a tropical beach wearing shorts and a tank-top, feel the sand beneath my feet. Exploring a place that is new to me. Right turn here, left turn there, where should we stop to eat? New town, new city, new faces and people to meet. Snap a picture with new friends to save the memory. Sail away, sail away in my dreams with me. Sail away, sail away to a new reality…

THiS WiLL Be My WoRLD

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WORLD OF IDEAS

12″ x 13″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

If you want this you are going to have to take it. You cannot sit back in the shadows with your arms folded and just hope you’re going to make it. There’s a world of ideas out there waiting to be grabbed. Step out of line, get your head straight and grab your bags. Fill it up to overflow, grab the good ones and don’t let go. 50,001 thoughts every single day pass through my brain like the raindrops coming down. They bring me to my knees and have me pounding on the ground. I cannot take the voices, I can’t listen to the sounds. It’s getting closer to the end and it’s coming back around. More thoughts, more ideas, more art is flowing now. My world to create… my world for the taking. Welcome to a world of ideas… these are… the ones… I’m making.

JuST LoSe iT

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OUT OF CONTROL

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

Some days we’re spinning, spinning… out of control. Feels like there’s no winning, winning… no letting go. Day turns to night turns to day turns to night. Go to bed, wake up again, again… get ready for the fight. Don’t want this nine to five no more, but times are getting tight. Just want to stay home and make, make… art for the rest of life. But it keeps spinning, spinning… out of control. It keeps spinning, spinning… no letting go.

SyMBoL oF THe aBSoLuTe

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OM WITH ME

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

 

“The goal which all the Vedas declare, which all austerities aim at and which men desire when they lead the life of continence… is Om. This syllable, Om, is indeed Brahman. Whosoever knows this syllable obtains all that he desires. This is the best support; this is the highest support. Whosoever knows this support is adored in the world of Brahma.”

~ Katha Upanishad I

STaY oFF THe DRuGS

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FREAKS ON ACID

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on PVC

 

Hovering mini-vans like boards in Back to the Future slide around in the snow so slippery. Patterns of X-mas tablecloths dance under dim lit dining room lighting. We have to get out of here. Vine patterned couches hold you in their grips. I think we should leave. Whose car are we in? Getting advice from one of the Wise Men at church in the middle of winter. Snow never felt so warm. Shubba-lubba-lubba. Don’t worry, the sirens weren’t for you. Shubba-lubba-lubba. Broken cigarettes in Dallas Cowboys Starter jacket pockets put back together without effort. It’s so quiet when the rest of the town is asleep. Am I asleep? Is this real? What did the Wise Man say? Shhhh…

WoRDS To LiVe By

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DON’T WORRY

24″ x 36″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

When life gets me down I put it on and play it loud… Don’t Worry.  When my niece gets nervous, to calm her down she sings your song to lose her frown… Don’t Worry.  When my brother is bummed cause the sun is not out, he puts it on and clears the clouds… Don’t Worry.  If you are feeling sad, if you’ve got the blues, just put it on and he’ll sing to you… Don’t worry, about a thing. Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright…

~ Three Little Birds, Bob Marley & The Wailers

A huge thanks goes out to Christian Gallego for letting me “steal” his idea. His Bob Marley caricature is the inspiration behind my painting.  You can see his caricature and more of his art at:  http://christiangallego.blogspot.com/p/2d-characters.html

Thank you again so much!!!

i WaNT

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ON MY LIPS

26″ x 37″ Mixed Media on Paper

 

“I want to be a lost poem in a stranger’s coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you. To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. I want all the possibilities of you in writing. I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me, I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there, and I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone. I want, I want so much… I’m breathless. I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it. I want my words to scream through you. I want the poem not to mean that much. And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean. I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close, I want endless days when it’s day and nighttime never to end when it’s night. I want all the seasons in one day. I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us. I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain, up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. I want to think your thoughts because they’re mine. I want only what’s urgent with you. I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you’re supposed to, like you do already. And I want you to be tender, like you do already. And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important. And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us. I want to forget. I want to remember us. And when you say you love me I don’t want to think you really mean New York City, and all the fun we have in it. And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too. I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart. I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes. I want to believe everything you say, and I do. And I want you to tell me what’s best when I don’t know. And when you’re lost I want to find you. And when you’re weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams. I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us… and…”

~ Chelsey Walls

YouR GoD

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HOLY TRINITY

18″ x 18″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

There is something out there and we can’t figure it out. Some people believe and some filled with doubt? Is it the father, the son, holy ghost? Or monkeys up there putting on a show? Hard to keep faith with questions unanswered. Family and friends taken by sickness and cancers. The poor and the hungry, the lost and the hurt. How will the meek inherit the earth? Asked to believe without any proof. Seek for yourself and you’ll find your truth. The god you pray to will be there for you. The god you pray to will be your truth. Let go of your doubts give in to your faith. One day she’ll call and you’ll be wide awake. When it’s your turn you’ll get the answers you’re after. Your heart will be filled with joy and laughter. But until then just patiently wait. Believe in your god, believe in your faith.

LiVe oN

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FEELING YOU

18″ x 18″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

From this world to the next your spirit will live on. Just because you are not here does not mean you’re gone. Your laugh, your smile, your humor and your heart are forever burned into our minds. People that you’ve touched in this life know you’re one of a kind. We will cry, we will mourn, we will ask for reasons why. We will share stories and remember, we’ll be feeling you inside. Good times that we’ve shared will carry us through the days of pain. Forever shine your light down upon us until we meet again.

GiVe iT

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HEART

18″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Oak Tag

 

Give it to the one you love. Give it to a friend. Give it to someone in need. Give it till the end. Give it to your brothers and sisters too. Give it to the people who won’t give it back to you. Love is all we need. Love will set us free. Love is what I’ll give you. Please give it back to me.

aM i aLL THaT You DReaMeD?

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VISIONS OF ME

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

 

Am I pretty enough? Am I everything you dreamed I would be? Am I living up to all of your visions of me? Do you still like the way that I smile? Do you still want to sit and chat about nothing for a while? Do you want to linger in my company? Do I live up to your visions of me? Are you hurting deep down inside crying there on the floor? Are you fed up? Are you ready to walk out that door? Did I shatter your image of what you thought I would be? Did I shatter all of your expectations and visions of me? I hope not. I Hope that I didn’t. I hope that you’ll see. That I have lived up to all of your visions of me.

SoMeTHING iN THe WaY

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PRETTY WHEN YOU SMOKE

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

See you on the corner, just came off the bus. Usually pass right by without making a fuss. Something in the way the smoke swirls around your face could change the whole feeling of this place. Or maybe it’s the way you talk ending sentences with laughter. Or maybe it’s a mystery that will be solved after. Not really sure at all, it seems like it’s a joke. But there’s something that makes you pretty when you smoke.

MiDNiGHT MoViN’

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NIGHT DANCER

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

 

Chains break in the darkness of the midnight hour. Held down no more, running for freedom, running for life. Hidden in the bush from firefly lights and cricket wing fights. Cold ground was her bed last night and rock stone was her pillow too. Dreams of better days made mosquito bites feel like soothing back rubs. High tide and sun rays breathe fresh life into the new day. Wake up and live, wake up and dance today. And when you dance in the air of the gift from tonight don’t ever forget what your yesterdays were like.

 

FLiPPiN’ ouT

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I GAVE MY MOM THE BIRD  (GIFTED)

16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

I gave my mom the bird and she started to flip out. I looked at her, she looked at me and began to shout. I couldn’t understand the words coming out her mouth. She started crying and went to sit down on the couch. I never gave my mom the bird before. I gave one at a family party and later gave some more. It’s confusing to me because I always heard… that people get really angry when you give them the bird. But as far as I can see… everyone that I given the bird to gets extremly happy. I guess giving the bird is something that should be done. Hopefully I’ll be able to give the bird to everyone.