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Self Portrait Of My Body

Self Portrait of My Body - oil painting on canvas. (28in x 36in) completed March 2014.

‘Self Portrait Of My Body’ – Oil painting on canvas, 28in x 36in, completed March 2014.

Spontaneity can be a sort of art I suppose.  No wonder Picasso was delighted when he found his Kahnweiler moment.

‘We speak with pigments from the Earth.

We are talking with our hands.

Debating with lines, curves, shapes and expressions.’

Hear now a shifting of thoughts like rocks hurled to the Earth.  If the Earth was not flat who would keep banging their drum to deny it?  If the Earth did not move around the Sun who would chastise those that disagreed?  Science changes.  It evolves.  Science is literally Knowledge.

Who laughs at the one who was laughed at before?  It’s all a matter for Time.  Continuously chasing the tail.  Encircling.  Eating the dust like worms.  Churning the land.  Too many absurdities.  How can anyone who is not like this one understand?

Even in one hundred years and ten there were none like this one to be seen.  A rarity.

Painting originates from rocks.  Oh words why do you keep on arriving constantly at a speed and rate {} cannot easily express to peoples?

Of origin.  Sinew itself almost speaks in the quietness.

I like to share these things with you.

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My Personal Art

This photo of  ‘An Owl with Orange Red Eyes’ shown immediately below is a pastel pencils drawing I created around 2010 on canvas board. I threw it in the refuse bin some months later as I hated it. Now I realise it was actually very good work. A one-off composition at the time.

There is always a small manner of imperfection in my work according to the level I am capable. Sometimes purposed to make odd what is too square.  Sometimes it stares right back at me as I inspect with magnifying glass in hand pouring inch by inch over my work.

Lovers and followers of my art please kindly note just how tireless unique art is to make.  By anyone.

In the past I’ve exhausted myself on hands and knees on cold paving slabs with canvas laid flat on bricks just because I want the right effect and feeling in water.  I’ve played with ‘oil water’ for a whole month. Changing, shaping and moulding.  A perfect occupation.

An entire day can pass from morning to late afternoon with no food if my heart desires a contented days work.  Gandhi. Monet. Van Gogh. JK Rowling.  People of uncompromising will to succeed.  If one succeeds at the greatest thing then the difficulty of the lesser is merely a span of time.

Artists such as Paul Cezanne and Sir Peter Paul Rubens producing art version after art version.  My respect for such determination is without measure.  Truly a standing ovation in my heart, mind and body.

Presently I’ve a few finishing touches to ‘Self Portrait of My Body’ here:

Regrettably this is not a high resolution photographic studio image to show you, however I wish to share this raw output.  It sounds immodest but I’m pleased with this artwork.  Delighted.  Exhaustive to get right – especially at 36 inches high by 28 inches wide.

60 pushups in 30 seconds and Paratrooper 1.5 mile run time capability at 40 years of age.  Yes, I love fitness and a recognisable personality so I chose this well-known composition to form part of my art portfolio.

‘Self Portrait of My Body’ is a reflection of our natural human performance.  Personal and shared with the entire world.

An art project is in my mind as mentioned in an earlier blog.  It will probably take me two years to complete from study, compositional creation to art completion because I must photograph and visibly view the subject.

Writing this brings me to two further thoughts to share in my Blog.  Firstly ‘A Tasteful Nude’ and then my own Self Portrait.  Already a photographer is aware of my interest in one of his photographic works. As yet I haven’t seen any nude quite so perfect for a painting.

Perhaps I will produce my own personal composition.  Even then I can’t see me changing my mind over the particular tasteful nude photograph of interest.  Pure Art.

Can you take hold of the stars in your arms?  Well that is how good his nude composition is.  Perfect I tell you dear Reader.  Green eyes.  A rarity.

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