studio serendipity – secret message

folded message

 

A working studio becomes layered with deep and wondrous drifts of raw material that become shifted and shuffled as space is made for creating the piece of the moment.

Meanwhile potential masterpieces breed in the rubble, invisible and silent.

It’s only when I look through a camera’s frame that what was unseen before reveals itself. These random juxtapositions and chance encounters of textures, shapes and colours form an ever changing and fertile landscape of ideas and possibilities.

The power of framing, of choosing this rather than that, of building a fence around wild horses, of playing hide and seek with the world, of focusing perception within a rectangle, of now you see it now you don’t…

Inspiration does exist but it must find you working.” Pablo Picasso

 

photo by Clinock

edited redux 2014

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Studio Serendipity – Shed Skins

shed skins

 

Shed skins of paintings

peeled from abandoned palettes.

A playground for ghosts.

 

Photo and haiku by Clinock

edited redux – 2014

the Wonder, the Love, the Tears

 

To do the useful thing,

to say the courageous thing,

to contemplate the beautiful thing,

that is enough for one man’s life.

Demented Confessions 12 – TPSCLRC

Renovation Crew

there was a time in my life when i couldn’t ask for help from anyone but this seemingly never ending personal renovation business however necessary was proving to be beyond my skills and sanity and so I confess I called in The Piggy Sisters Chorus Line Renovation Crew and you may laugh my friend but as you see i am not the man i was anymore i am cubified, fragmented and transmogrified into transcendental chaos

that’s how it goes sometimes

 

TPSCLRC. by clinock. 8″ x 6″ (20 x 15 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

 

May Redux – 2013 – Dreams For Sale

dreams for sale

Walking a city afternoon I made this photo through the window of an antique store.

I continued to gaze, fascinated by my reflection superimposed on the bed. It was as if I was laying down and drifting with the ghosts of all who had ever slept, dreamed, loved, laughed and cried, been born and died there, tangled in baroque light.

I was moved to free us from all this sleeping around.

Above, but out of the frame, was a sign in antiquarian lettering.

It said ‘Dreams For Sale’.

 

ghosts cannot rest

in this dislocated bed

 

perplexed by labyrinths of iron

and the endless touch of the living

 

their spines and cheeks

never crease the haunted sheets and pillows

 

outside looking in I’m inside looking out

whispering to the reflected dead

you are loved and you are loved

and you are free

 

Walk on

Photo and Poem by clinock.

Owl King (renovation art 1)

Little King 1.jpg

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.

Winter Muse

winter-muse

It has been a long winter.

Renovations have not come easily

but they have come and I’m sure

will continue to come

until I am bones in the beaks of crows.

 

My muse rings the changes too.

It’s a game we play, it’s called hide and seek.

There are blindfolds on both sides

and the snow has been deep

and renovations have been difficult.

 

But don’t hear me wrong,

there is always laughter, wonder and light,

the sparkle of space and love

as I sweep the corners clean

and imagine everything new again.

 

Art and poem by clinock

Painting: Winter Muse. 20 x 16”. Acrylic on canvas.

Hello everyone. The changes are obvious I think. I hope you have no problems with navigation. I am working on a separate ‘portfolio / gallery’ site just for my art. I will post the link when complete.

Renovations, actual, virtual or metaphorical are ongoing.