vision of ringworlds
when I painted this on a piece of discarded cardboard, in the autumn of 2000, I was copying a dream image, which is all I painted in those days, receiving a dream "fax order" almost every day for a new painting, which I copied down in my notebook, like paint by numbers, "light blue" here, "dark red" there, and I painted them often on cardbaord, from flat panels that I had cut from pieces of cardboard box found in someone else's trash, on the street, I carried a large "tool" in my backpack, but probably wouldn't want to carry it there now, political perecptions have changed, with which I would dismember boxes and carry home my prize "canvases" thinking that "Picasso and Miro painted on cardboard, and so will I," though when the gallery owners came to my home atelier, they said, "Why do you paint on cardboard? Why don't you use canvas? Nobody would hang this trash on their walls!"
I thought I was being avant garde and recyclist in an acceptible way, I have always been a bit freegan in my impulses, ... Despite their disdain, one such image was featured in a gallery show, ha! just wait, one day, people will pay big bucks for paintings done on discarded cardboard, and you can say, "Greentea Flute was doing this back at the turn of the century, he was!"
... once painted, this reminded me of the novel "ringworld" by Larry Niven, which I recently saw on someone's list of the 100 most important books ever writen in the sci-fi vein ... in "ringworld," earthlings space-travel to a giant space-station, while there, one of the crew, a woman, falls in love with an alien and decides to stay on the ringworld. Her disappointed colleagues say something like, "Well, we chose her for the mission because she was very lucky, but we didn't realize that her luck might not coincide with our own;"
vision of ringworlds
when I painted this on a piece of discarded cardboard, in the autumn of 2000, I was copying a dream image, which is all I painted in those days, receiving a dream "fax order" almost every day for a new painting, which I copied down in my notebook, like paint by numbers, "light blue" here, "dark red" there, and I painted them often on cardbaord, from flat panels that I had cut from pieces of cardboard box found in someone else's trash, on the street, I carried a large "tool" in my backpack, but probably wouldn't want to carry it there now, political perecptions have changed, with which I would dismember boxes and carry home my prize "canvases" thinking that "Picasso and Miro painted on cardboard, and so will I," though when the gallery owners came to my home atelier, they said, "Why do you paint on cardboard? Why don't you use canvas? Nobody would hang this trash on their walls!"
I thought I was being avant garde and recyclist in an acceptible way, I have always been a bit freegan in my impulses, ... Despite their disdain, one such image was featured in a gallery show, ha! just wait, one day, people will pay big bucks for paintings done on discarded cardboard, and you can say, "Greentea Flute was doing this back at the turn of the century, he was!"
... once painted, this reminded me of the novel "ringworld" by Larry Niven, which I recently saw on someone's list of the 100 most important books ever writen in the sci-fi vein ... in "ringworld," earthlings space-travel to a giant space-station, while there, one of the crew, a woman, falls in love with an alien and decides to stay on the ringworld. Her disappointed colleagues say something like, "Well, we chose her for the mission because she was very lucky, but we didn't realize that her luck might not coincide with our own;"