Demented Confessions – Invocation

Invocation

Demented – from Old French dementer or late Latin dementare, from demens ‘out of one’s mind’.

Confessions – via Old French from Latin confessio (n-) from confiteri ‘acknowledge’

Invocation

 

My Renovation Quest was to become out of my mind. Somewhat in the same way one is out of milk or coffee but more to the point outside of the rational and the drunken monkey, like the Dadaist Buddhists were if they ever were.

I do not welcome madness. I did once or twice but there was no pleasure in it.

Dali said: “The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad”.

So I confess and acknowledge what is found. Each work is a confession and a confirmation. I honour each work as an actual act of art made with these hands, eyes, heart and brain.

 It was another hard winter, here in the soft northwest Pacific sense of ‘hard’. Almost endless rain and if not rain then air so loaded with icy moisture one could squeeze it like a sponge and almost get snowflakes. A chilling, foggy dank, cabin fever, mossy, dripping, out of one’s mind Gothic kind of winter as I began these wall boxes. They are a necessary transition from my free standing ‘Renovation Art’ sculptures to that which comes next.

They made me laugh and wonder and ask what, and why.

In the dark hibernation of my winter past, in the name of Renovation, I made my confessions every day and night to all who still lived and listened. Did you hear my sins? Did you enjoy them? Did you hear my invocation? Must there be sacrifice?

Self-indulgent revelations in the fur and fire of the cave.

 

Invocation. Mixed media relief wall box by clinock. H.8″ (20.32 cm) x W.8″ (20.32 cm) x D.2″ (5.08 cm).

April Redux – 2013 – fragmented/enchanted

fragmented-enchanted

Even as the center holds,

various preconceptions

of mirrored identity,

(sensible face,

pedestrian limbs,

imagined organs),

fragment and

peel away,

shedding more than was known.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Enchanted by fragmentation

I’m reluctant to leave

this sweet and bitter place

where honeyed magics

wing through space,

pollinating thought

and flesh, and dreams.

Waiting becomes me.

I paint the walls with lightning.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fragmented by enchantment,

a cellular accommodation

reforms my reformation

in a dance of Buddha love,

an attitude of slow turning

across the wavering tiles,

where I shape and shape again

the slow dissolve

of the waiting room I was.

 

 

photo collage and poem by clinock

Reluctant Need (renovation art 6)

Reluctant Need.

“Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness”   (Judges. 14:14).

Reluctant Need by clinock. H.6″x W.6″x D.8″ varies. Fired and stained clay with doll part.

tête-à-tête (renovation art 5)

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better eye to eye

than head to head

but better head to head

than back to back

 

this is the dueling stance,

ten paces gentlemen

then turn and kill

and may the best man win

 

how do we measure

‘the best’, and ‘man’

while the ‘not quite so best’

die again and again?

 

Sacrifice is an archaic prayer

of blood, shadows and dark power

but still we feed the endless fires

and the insatiable gods

 

 

Art and Poem by Clinock

Sculpture: tête-à-tête by Clinock. H. 8″ x W. 6″ x D. 8″ (varies). Fired and acrylic stained clay / feathers / screws / beads / painted wood base.

Trucker (renovation art 4)

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Sculpture: Trucker, by Clinock. H. 8″ x W. 3″ x D. 6″. Fired and stained clay / collaged toy truck.

keep on truckin'

 

Tree Warrior (renovation art 2)

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He has nature at his back,

skeleton of winter,

spine of a ragged warrior.

 

He has shield and lance,

the correct expression,

the strength of will,

the iron of purpose.

 

But can he protect us

from the passing of the trees?

 

As goes the forest

so go we all.

 

Art and poem by Clinock.

Sculpture: Tree Warrior by Clinock.  Height 12” x Width 4” x Depth 3” (varies). Fired and stained clay / chopstick / yarn / tree branch / beads / rusted tin.

Owl King (renovation art 1)

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Little King.jpg

Uneasy lies the crown

upon so small a head

as he emerges by touch,

 by earth and fire,

by skulls and owl magic

to begin the dance.

 

While ‘renovating’ last year I found a long forgotten plastic tub containing about 10 kilos of clay. Amazingly it was still soft so I began working some small pinch pots that quickly became faces. Immediately I understood they were 3D versions of my painted, 2D ‘Inner Portraits’ series. Soon I had 15 small clay heads, fired and stained with acrylics.

3-heads

I made wooden stands for the heads but felt they needed more so I created clay and mixed media ‘bodies’ to contain the heads. The first of these was Owl King, shown at top of post. I will share more in future posts.

Art and poem by Clinock.

Sculpture: Owl King by Clinock.  Height 6” x Width 5” x Depth 6” (varies). Fired and stained clay / Collaged and painted doll’s arm / Beads.