Letters from the US Imperium
The Ancient Roman Republic fell, why shouldn't we?
It amuses me darkly (in my black little shriveled heart) how so many of my friends say, “Well in the next election…” and I think to myself, “What next election might that be, my darlings?”
But this is life, and if it is only oligarchs that can afford to buy my art and wit, let it be so.
Truth to tell, I was glad to see that old genocide enabler go; pity his protégé couldn’t breathe a word in an attempt to rally a rather large US arab community who watched family and friends being murdered wholesale. That didn’t go well, so here we are in the Imperium epoch.
I’ve creating a few Primary Micropointillism paintings:
I wonder what I was thinking about; sometimes my internal monster keeps its cards close to the chest. The picture is a primary micropointillist ‘wetblock’, in that you don’t have to wait for the a quick demonstration during a workshop. Anyway, the title is under the image.
About the workshop. I thought was that I would teach enlightened artists how to do primary micropointillism, after all I'm in my seventies and there's only two of us, Lowell Boileau and myself that actually paint using this method so in my vanity, I really didn't want the medium to die out after we have shed out mortal coils.
I ran the workshop for half a year and this month's Workshop simply just petered out, so if upon reflection with all my many other interests and with less energy that reaching this age gives me, I feel I have to prune the branches of my curiosity bush. Consequently I've decided to stop casting pearls before swine, (ok, well, that’s a little harsh), but anyway I'm not going to bother teaching someone the process anymore.
Moving on, another rapidly created painting sketch; yes, the title and subject matter is weird. I shall explain:
From time to time I go online, don my 3D headset to enter VR Chat. This is an entire subculture of which most of my dear readers are largely unfamiliar with; it is a mode of internet communication technology, so I won't belabour it. Suffice to say that one of the sub groups are called “Furries”. These seem to be rather disapproved of by the larger VR Chat culture because they cloak themselves in animal avatars and are purported to be into online 3D virtual sex.
Created roughly the same time as “Furry”, this is another quick painting sketch with no particular title so perhaps whatever it was my brain was thinking of, inspired by the total eclipse, which I saw in Mazatlan this April (you can just about make out the magnetic Sun at the top center.)
Well, the title kinda gives it away, doesn’t it. Possibly inspired by one of those little ‘islands of victory in a sea of defeats’ that were so rare and thus very treasured during my several decades long stay in an industrially declining detroit. The then mayor (who afterwards spent time in jail) closed and abandoned Detroit’s Aquarium. We fought over five years to get it reopened again.
Altruism, that rarest of human behaviours that it might be associated with the phenomenon of antimatter, of which there is so little of in the Universe. In a reverse role Anti-altruism is as common as matter. Perhaps I was inspired by Elvis Costello’s song, “Waiting for the end of the World” from which I draw this snippet: “You can see them drowning when you stroll along the beach but don’t throw out a life line ‘til they’re clean outta reach”. It’s so…now…don’t you think?
I’ll conclude this somewhat fictional quarterly with my casually spontaneously created white on black digitals, created on my laptop; a black upon white layer, simply using the lasso tool as one would a cutting tool on linoleum od a wood block.
For titles, hey, buy the rights; or better, and for brevity’s sake feel free to make up your own:
I’m working on no less than six primary micropointillist paintings, but please dear patrons, don’t jet to my studio until they are ready. As usual, paintings will go to the highest bidder, and no cheating.
Later, friends.