Keep adding paint until you get something.
Use shape and form and color to say something different to every observer.
Never finish the work, only abandon it. You’ll rediscover it later.
Don’t accept the first day’s effort.
If you hate it, add paint.
If it’s the wrong color add paint.
Paint until you are satisfied with it or have given up on it or have moved on.
Spend every penny you have on it and then put it up on the net and paint another.
My images are early internet. File size was important then. I have been asked to provide high density images. This is my first. You can scroll around in it and see how much oil paint I wasted. It can also be reproduced
I called it Stairway but you may call it whatever you please. It was painted abandoned for years and painted again. It is 48″ x 24″ on canvas and can be swept away by a mere $1000. If you are in Africa and need to get the General’s Wife’s millions out of the country then I’m your guy.
david michael jackson June 13, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
Catharsis
You happened so rarely
like some endangered
species you were.
You built my tension like
sex
and released me in
a torrent and I rose and fell off off
your cliff
into bliss that could never last but must
fly out like fireworks for
an instant
oh where have you been my love
my one
my only
oh where have you been my one and only
I digress
and you wait for me
wait upon your soft pillows
More That’s Not Music
david michael jackson june 11, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
Movie reviews aren’t my thing. I tend to try to make art rather than review art, then Matthew and Carmine come along and make movies that count, that have real people in them, that say something for a change.
I just finished Amexicano In Wiki’s wordsThe film explores the relationship between a blue-collar Italian-American man and an illegal Mexican immigrant as they both try to make a living in Queens, New York.
A little more than that please. The film makes human the political immigration discussion in America. It takes a hard realistic look into the lives of people rather than into the political bullshit of our opinions. This movie shows the effect of the journey to the United States by portraying an average Caucasian dude, out of work, joining the line of Mexicans waiting for work in the U.S. It is well told.
This story causes you to examine our feelings toward our neighbors by first turning them back into people in our minds.
Why don’t they stay there? Would you take the dollar an hour at G.E. or sneak across for your family for five? Ah but that is back to the political bs, or is it?
Carmen Famiglietti is a lead actor who does not fit the stereotype at all. His performances have brought the real into movies for the first time in a long time, if ever. His performances are the essence of the real world rather than the Hollywood world which Matthew Bonifacio has the courage to portray for a change. It is the American version of the best foreign film. Films from other countries are about real subjects rather than action. They leave you with a feeling of art. There is such a feeling, that they just said something important, that I should notice and be lifted out of my conventions.
Matthew and Carmen have made two films Amexicano and Lbs. Both reach for something and improved my understanding. It needed improvement. Now that’s art!
Wake up Hollywood! I’m behind everyone else in movies, in most things, so this review is very late. So are the accolades it seems.
You can watch Amexicano and Lbs on Netflix now. If you agree then give the guys five stars for me.
Here is an interview:
But I love this one much better.
david michael jackson June 10, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
There is indeed a stalker in my dream
He waits among the broccoli sprouts
Waiting for me to pass as an ant today
Today I shall be the smallest ant in the field
I shall carry the pieces of leaves toward
Pyramids
I shall ride in your collar and wonder at your
Life
I shall wonder at the cashier, the driver, the toll
gate worker, so many strangers
You’d think I’d have seen them all by now
So many like me
Engineer with prints, artist with canvas, musician with violin of very
old wood,
So many to the slaughter, so many like me
Walt’s wagons is now the semi-trailer driver
The same staunch strength, he has not changed
So many like me
The press operator stamps parts with earplugs in place
His grandfather the blacksmith is in his hands, in his feet
They are the same among so many
This farmer’s son has wide feet for the plowed earth,
Sits in his cubicle without the need for wide feet
Writes poems he does, this ant in your collar
Shreds leaves
Builds pyramids
