Pool Party

at the hot pools

intimate liquids of passion

overflow reality

and ten beings

of indeterminate gender

race or species

gather together this night

to celebrate

an anniversary of light

a forgetting of time.

 

in slippery skins

strawberry champagne

laughter and flowers

they lantern the dark

with blushing desires

and cascading hearts

dance the wet dance

under summer stars

serenading the lovers

and the naked moon.

 

painting and poem by clinock.

 Pool Party: acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 30″ x 20″ (76.2 cm x 50.8 cm).

Redux, 2013.

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fāz/Gypsy Priestess

She has been with me for a very long time, winged animal woman, keeper of the sacred heart, protector of the veil, moonlight jungle hunter, card reader and fire dancer

Her mystery lingers in the air…lilacs, burning leaves, holy copal, sun touched skin, ocean salt on the tongue

This image is a single breath in her eternity, caught and released. The next breath and the next she is not this at all, or this,

or this, or this

I can never know her, and yet, she is all my life.

 

Gypsy Priestess. 18×14. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock

 

Stories of my art – painting in San Miguel – ‘Easy Rider’

Easy Rider – Semi completed in acrylic toward the end of my month on the ‘magic patio’ in San Miguel – finished in Vancouver with oil. Influenced by the art of the Mayan culture and the process of shamanic, Nawatl art that involves a ritual journey inside oneself to evoke subconscious images that are intuitively painted or drawn without any reliance on preparatory sketches, copies or models. Strong connections here to the Surrealist concept of automatism, another of my influences. I paint and the images appear. I have no judgement and honour and nourish the figures and forms that emerge.

Easy Rider - acrylic/oil by Clinock

Stories of my art – painting in San Miguel – ‘Rite of Spring.’

Rite of Spring. 22″ x 30″. acrylic on paper.

Painting in San Miguel De Allende, Mexico. Working daily in a sun dappled and heat inspired patio filled with sculptures and art work; cats and street sounds; the coming and going of art students, nut sellers and memories of dank, dark, vibrating green northern forests. The coloured modules, evoked by the Aztec sun god, converse with the tree spirits who dance to the songs of ancient, Haida voices.