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).

New Art Website Open

Auguries

I have now published my professional art portfolio website. It is created with the single intention of showing my art in as simple and as formal a context as possible. My business card will point to this new website as will I when seeking the elusive showing opportunity. I welcome your visit and comments.

This is the link to my new art portfolio website: http://www.johnclinockart.com

Art Rat Cafe will, of course, continue. It will often echo the content of my new portfolio Gallery but, as always, elaborated with Gothic hanky-panky, poetry swelling like thunder cloud, beatific blues, food for thought and a roll in the hay.

birthday goat man

birthday

this sweet birthday folderol

it’s about time

and cycles and noticing

the breath of summer again

 

it’s about time

and something round and moist

passes into nameless futures

all ribbons, candles and laughter

 

and then my painted self

echoing my birthing,

a goat man, full of wild asking

and impossible desires

 

and here again it’s about time,

every year a revolution, a girding of the loins,

another chance to make it real,

another stepping out on the road to nowhere

 

 

Painting and poem by clinock.

Birthday Goat Man. 14 x 11″. acrylic on canvas.

fāz/Just One More

Just One More

 

because I was a leaf

riding a stream of moments

to the sea

resistance was futile

time had run out

except for one day

enough for paint to dry

before the flight

one more was possible

just one more

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

Just One More. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.

fāz/the Empty Green Line

empty green line

 

(OMG LOOK! he forgot

to remove the painters tape,

should we tell someone?)

 

they wear each other like hats, like masks,

like hair and hair nets,

like birds nests and spilled honey.

 

the empty green line waits

but words can’t be found.

the poet

holds

his

breath.

 

they are a circus unto themselves,

an orgy of coupling, a welding, a carnival,

partners in the great stumbling dance.

 

they wear each other

like music wears silence,

like the night wears the moon.

 

(meanwhile, other clues are given,

attention shifts from vagaries of language

to the eccentricities of the senses).

 

they wear each other like magicians wear clowns,

like gulls wear the wind,

like somehow nothing seems real

without the written

word.

this magic is called The Naming.

it is also known as

The Forgetting.

 

 

The Empty Green Line. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.

fāz/Unexpected Guests

Unexpected Guests

 

unexpected guests

came by moon, gone by morning

changing everything

 

Unexpected Guests. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel and haiku by clinock.

fāz/Wise Women

Wise Women

 

“And we’ll walk the paths that the old ones walk
And we’ll dance the dances they taught us
And we’ll sing the songs that the old ones sang
For the magick now has caught us.”

 

Wise Women. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel. by clinock.