June Redux 2014 – FIN

In June 2014 this was the final submission of my ‘The 100’ series that I began in 2012 in celebration of my 100th post on WP.

Over a two-year span I posted 100 Text and Art artworks, this creative form being at the heart of my blog.

My intention was to present 100 pieces of text based art from historical and contemporary artists, from my ex students and from my own hand.

With this post it was done

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completed, concluded, fulfilled,

finished and finalized.

 

Remember the endings of those romantic,

enigmatic, exotic and erotic

French movies?

~FIN~

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Time to put on hats and coats,

shuffle through popcorn detritus and cola cans,

leave the cosy sentiments of make-believe,

the warmth of shared fantasies and holding hands,

the smells of perfume, upholstery and sweat,

and stumble through swinging doors

into the glare and noises of the street,

stunned for a moment, floating between

two worlds,

 uncertain which is real.

 

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art and poem by clinock

May Redux – 2013 – Dreams For Sale

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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.

Lilac Moon

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Full moon tonight.

Her name is Lilac Moon,

Womb of Spring,

Hidden by Clouds.

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The lilacs are out in Vancouver.

Spring always smells like you,

but it never lasts.

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The magnolias bloomed

and were gone

in three days

this year.

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The flowers of May

come and go.

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The lilacs may last

a little longer.

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Because it brings me back you…

art and poem by clinock

Painting: 20″ x 16″ (50.8 x 40.64 cm). Acrylic on paper.

 

Demented Confessions 4 – The White Stool

White Stool

Spirit bird child,

learning to fly,

will you dance a dance with me

across the sky?

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The White Stool by Clinock. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 1 – 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.