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*final setting based on the legend of the "the plot" by Mario De Gross so beautifully interpreted with its english translation By the New York based poet and singer Bobby Cruz; i only sincerely hope I have caught the plight of the campesino which led to the Moncada attack
wonderful on black!
p.s. "once we get our hands on their guns, what's there to stop us? Instead of "el tambor" we will make music with their machine guns" poet, philosopher, writer, revolutionary Rafael Garcia Barcena
Olivia, Adam & Ryan
2006
Oil on canvas 30 x 40 in
Private Collection, Virginia, USA
This portrait was commissioned by an American art lover who came across Stephen B Whatley's work during a visit to Her Majesty's Tower of London. Overwhelmed, he emailed the artist, eager to purchase the original Henry VIII tribute by Stephen B Whatley; and on finding that the original - one of the 30 works commissioned from Stephen in 2000 - belongs to The Tower, he commissioned a portrait of his three children - from photographs.
On receipt of the completed painting in the USA, he expressed his overwhelmed pleasure and increduilty that, having never met the children, the artist had never-the-less completely captured their personalities and bond.
He also went on to write, "...In my home I have a favorite painting by Mary Cassatt ( American Impressionist, 1844-1926) , of her father reading a book. Now it is second to your painting of my children."
A heartwarming & humbling response, for which Stephen was most grateful. Whether he paints from life, photographs or memory, his creation always springs from his heart & soul.
*literally translated "point man" is a butcher dressed in a costume equal to that of the matador except without the glitter of gold or silver, he sneaks out from behind the fence and behind the bulls back stabs him after being killed before hand by the matador who in the meantime time is taking bows and the audience is fixed on him /the bulls never quite die/ until stabbed by the butcher with his dagger at the base of the neck, a few centimeters from the root of the horn, cutting the medulla, producing the animals instant death.
PS. Some years back we have seen an inept butcher hitting bone and with it reviving the bull, who even thou mortally wounded suddenly charged the matador who's back was turned while receiving flowers and a ovation for his "outstanding kill" and goring him in the thigh.
/from my notes on bullfighting/
*from a selection of sketches, drawings and portraits of people known to artist, their dreams, anxieties and life styles as perceived by artist. Sketchbooks are the diaries artists carry in their heads until put on paper, they are made entirely from the stuff we carry in our heads, they are not copies of other people's art and are not made to please anyone except artist who may or my not use them in future for the making of art. They are neither good or bad; I don't even know if they can be categorized as art, all i know they are revealing to what we feel within ourselves and what we think of those that have influenced our art. The portraits are not as they or the world sees them but as we perceive them to be. In short they are nothing but impressions of them at the moment which can often change within minutes or hours. There are some of course who never change for the better or worse. When viewing set, should anyone be interested in the character or image drawn, you are welcome to question them in my comment box and I will gladly answer your queries.
Thank you!
p.s. I am posting them with the intend of publishing several hundred of them in a art book with notations on how some of them evolved into paintings, most of which appeared subconsciously.
*Imagination, to Antonin Artaud, was reality; he considered dreams, thoughts and delusions as no less real than the "outside" world. To him, reality appeared to be a consensus, the same consensus the audience accepts when they enter a theatre to see a play and, for a time, pretend that what they are seeing is real.
Artaud saw suffering as essential to existence and thus rejected all utopias as inevitable dystopia. He denounced the degradation of civilization, yearned for cosmic purification, and called for an ecstatic loss of the self. Hence Jane Goodall considers Artaud to be a modern Gnostic while Ulli Seegers stresses the Hermetic elements in his works.
A very important study on the Artaud work comes from Jacques Derrida. According to the philosopher, as theatrical writer and actor, Artaud is the embodiment of both an aggressive and reparative gesture, which strucks, sounds out, is harsh in a dramatic way and with critical determination as well. Identifying life as art, he was critically focused on the western culture social drama, to point out and denying the double-dealing on which is based the western theatre tradition; he worked on the whirlpool of feelings, lunatic expression, being subjugated to a counter-force which exactly comes out from the gesture. Definitely, the Artaud work gave life to all of what has never been admitted in art, all the torment and the labour into the creator consciousness, which is about the research of the meaning of making a work of art.
p.s. this set is not about good or bad art; it is simply a narrative of what the brain "feels' not sees.
* #2 of two impressions on "dead tree alley" One lone tree, seemingly healthy and still standing in what otherwise is a graveyard of old trees; the tales he could still tell but will keep to himself, besides who would believe him, so he stands, bidding his time living on the memories of all his old friends that died so prematurely. "you and me are one of a kind" and for this rendering I have stepped inside you for I know you better than you know yourself"
this passage from a poem I have written for him, and will post if good enough below. In present state it is much too long; hopefully with editing will make it justice.
The painting is best viewed on black
*peor que arena!!!!!!!!!!!"*recordando el Polaco Goyeneche, en una maravillosa interpretacion de este antiguo Tango por la genial Soledad Pastorutti: youtu.be/JXSbXOXwSgQ
*Over the years I have sold or traded much of my art with other artists.
I am presently in the process of scanning some of this art and sharing it with my flickr. friends. None of the renderings have been shown or posted before. I am told that even though the art no longer belongs to us, the "image" does, based on that we decided to scan these sets with the intend to have some of them published in my "The Art of Stefan Krikl" book which we have been working on for sometime.
p.s I have left off names of owners, titles, media and sizes of art depicted. Should anyone wish more information i will gladly comply by e-mail.
Thank you!
*"Our whole life" /in descent/ my interpretaion.
Our whole life a translation
the permissible fibs
and now a knot of lies
eating at itself to get undone
Words bitten through words
meanings burnt off like paint
off an canvas, burned with a blowtorch
All those dead letters
rendered into the oppressors language
Trying to tell your doctor where it hurts
like the Mexican
who has walked from his village burning
his whole body a cloud of pain
and there are no words for this
except himself
Adrienne Rich, 1970
thank you, A.S. for this poignant poem; sadly to say, was not familiar with her writings until now.
hopefully have made justice to it with this rendering.
p.s. it is best viewed on black
*With the set I shall include close-ups and B.W. scans; would appreciate to hear comments from my friends which they like best. thank you!p.s. best seen on black; for either version when published in book form will be framed in black.
*Last year I have posted on my flickr. stream a series of paintings dealing with the death of brave bulls with the intend to have them published in a limited "self=published" edition art book. For scant interest the project never materialized even though the works were original and of high quality. I am once again trying to revisit this theme with narrative of the "Taurine" poets who have inspired many of my earlier bullfight paintings.
The above is inspired by the Borinque Poet Flor Morales Ramos, beter known as "Ramito""who has never gotten over the death of his own bull Barsino and who himself died so tragically. In his lament without translation he tells it all: youtu.be/qyStmuI1xwE
"ya murio mi toro Barsino,
el mas bravo de mi coral
celoso del camino,
el toro que mas amaba"
best seen on black!
* from a set of several paintings in progress inspired by a posting by she wolf titled: "the lace behind the door" and a poem titled: "windows to the soul" by Carol Wiebe. In the set i am attempting to depict an artist's rental studio that transforms itself into the soul of the artist hiding nothing. A room where only ghosts are given free reign during nights and where the morning sun chases them away and all becomes strangely tranquil.
"Windows to the soul"
Has the truth been told?
Or have the words been carefully chosen
to match
what others expect to hear?
If we were not afraid,
if we could fling open our doors and windows,
throw away the curtains,
and live transparently.
Carol Wiebe, may 22, 2011
p.s. Carol Wiebe and she wolf's art maybe seen on flickr. on their sites
*"In front of the infirmary of the of the Bullring, she waits for the body of her husband to be brought out to her. This painting was inspired by a painting of mine done in the 70's, same subject but different style. Not everything is art when it comes to bullfighting and not many are the artists that paint or write poetry about the bullfight that depict it's dark side.
Only matadors or the stars of the arena get first class medical attention, so when a famous matador got a scratch on his leg, all medical attention was focused on him, when his "peon de confianza" Aurelio Madina Palacios, /his hired help/ rushed in the ring to distract the animal that was about to gore his master, he was the one who was gored, while bleeding profusely from a life threatening goring to his liver, he was placed on a bed sheet on the dirt floor of the infirmary, while having to wait his turn to be attended to while all attention was being ushered on his master. By the time the doctor got to Aurelio, he was in a comma. By the time blood was brought in for a transfusion; two hours later he was pronounced dead, all the time while his wife sitting for hours in front of the gate was not let in. The next day's Excelsior carried a picture of the star of the ring with a headline that read: So and so, got gored yesterday but is recovering nicely. On the last page of obituaries there appeared a short article saying that the "peon de confianza" and ex novillero,Aurelio Medina Palacios, "el Sarampion" suffered a serious goring while trying to assist his master in ring. He did not recover, he left behind so and so.
For this painting I have sacrificed LOL, an authentic vintage bullfight poster to lend some authenticity to the story i tried to illustrate. I am told that posters such as this one will fetch as much as fifty dollars if placed for sale on e-bay.
But what is money, when one tries to paint a picture from the gut.
p.s. this painting is best seen on black
*portrait from photograph /without glasses/
Impressed by his lectures at the University of Berlin in 1940, Reinhard Heydrich, future protector of Bohemia and Moravia, appointed Six to head the office of AMTVII of the SS as chief of "Ideological Combat", while in office, Six volunteered to head SS Eisatzgruppen in London, Manchester, Bristol and Edinburgh with the sole purpose of "cleansing and the disposal of British racially unfit citizens", mainly jews after the conquest of Great Britain.
On his list of enemies to be dealt "harshly" was Sigmund Freud, his nemesis and Bernard Baruch.
When the conquest of Great Britain did not materialize, Six volunteered for "service" in the east.
On june 20th, 1942, Reichsfuhrer Himmler appointed by now, Prof. Six to head a SS
Einsatzgruppen unit in the Soviet Union which was responsible for the liquidation of the "Smolensk Gheto"
For this and "other successful operations", Prof, Six was promoted By Himmler to SS Brigadefuhrer /brigadier general/ and receiving the Iron cross, first class for his "bravery"
After the war, Prof. Six was tried at Nuremburg and sentenced to twenty years hard labor, of which he served only four years.
"Rehabilitated" and "deNazified" he returned to his family to write his "memoirs" of his war experiences under "duress" never mentioning his participation in the murder of 50.000 Jews, woman and children.
In my own study of this monster's life, after the war, I found him to be hired as guest speaker at various institutions and in 1950 to my disbelieve but later confirmed to head the publicity department of Porsche and in 1951 made director of their advertising department.
* collaboration between Teag Mcgillivary and Krikl, see previous posting for complete painting and story. best viewed on black
*from my writings and observations on religious practices by descendants of the builders of the Panama canal.
Thousands came to work on the canal in the early 1900's; from the Antilles, most were converted to Christianity by American missionaries, thousands perished from malaria, when Jesus "abandoned" them. Reviving their abandoned beloved Gods, Yoruba and Orisha asking for forgiveness by offering sacrifices accompanied by the rhythm of the tambor, "Candombe, polvo de santo" The predecessor of the modern dance, la cumbia, popular to this day through Central America"
This painting done in the traditional regional style of painting popularized by the genius, painter and now a national treasure, Barbaro Rivas, is best viewed on black
* at the start of the movie he hears a horrific tune accompanied by the sound of helicopter blades; that tune is one he always avoided for it was written and directed by the devil himself. part one of four
* "La cayida" /the fall/ by Lujan Maldonado
One of Paraguay's finest poets in which he describes "the fall of men" crushed by the sheer force of the weight of his own shadow.
I do have the english translation which i will post in a day or so after fixing it for in it's present state makes hardly any sense at all; yet in the original it is so timely even though written over thirty years ago.
p.s. my rendering is best viewed on black
*last of the set*As the title suggests,this entire set is a musically inspired painting from a old revolutionary ballad of the late 60's titled "Clandestino" which I recently encountered on YouTube, beautifully rearranged and brought up to date by Manu, for those wishing to hear this so modern version go to You-tube: "Manu Chao-Clandestino /live/ www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNzafK1HIro
best seen on black
* / "the crazy life of artists"/ set consists of many paintings and drawings that were commenced on may 9, after moving my studio outdoors. This set is inspired by the "en plein air" artists of Los Angeles who work day and night /mostly at night/ in the barrios of Los Angeles. Their method of painting consists in the use of bright colored enamel spray paints. To imitate their quick spray paint strokes, I am using 1",2',3" house paint brushes taped to broom sticks which allow me fast strokes resembling those achieved with spray cans. The subject matter is drawn from my experiences as an "artist'. Not that of a business man and family man. They are done to taped music favored by our artist friends of the 60's through 80's.
the set is best viewed on black
* went to one of his lectures in the 80's where he lectured on how to make art "real" He cited the example of the painter of antiquity Apelles who set out to paint the foamy saliva of a horse, he was so unsuccessful and so frustrated that in a rage, he threw the sponge he used to clean his brushes with at the unsuccessful painting on the easel, thus producing the desired effect of the horse's foam.
The same occurred when attempting to paint the portrait of Harry; never even getting close to capturing his personality, I simply gave up; while cleaning my brushes I made one last effort, using the wet dirty brushes by splashing them haphazardly on the back of the discarded early attempt thus creating and catching in a split second of the moment the true essence of this great philosopher.
p.s. best seen on black
*several details from a ten panel painting, painted in sections to be taped together when finished. The painting will be my largest this year and will measure over twelve feet when glued together, Hope to get a larger work space for have outgrown present outdoor area. These sections are best viewed on black.
Your comments on this set will be appreciated for they will determine my work space area. Thank you!
*In 1956, while on business trip to Changuinolla I visited the only bar in town called "Bar Neptuno" It had an authentic American made Wurlitzer juke box which played all the latest hits from Baranquilla and Panama, I still recall the most popular hit: "el culebrero". 27 years later, the bar was still there and so was the juke box with the same recording. After much research on you tube for this so popular tune, found out that the title was changed to "La Burrita" I presume because "culebrero" in slang is in that region referred to drug dealers. To see this cute number performed in a video by a very talented group of youngstrs, two of whom, I am told are real life savers from a close by resort www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dc6Wmv8rDY
*smoking in public places is prohibited in the U.S. and aside from being dangerous, is socially looked down at. Some years ago did a jewelry-fashion show at a millionaire's retreat; it was called "Casino night" where roulette tables were brought in and guests gambled fortunes with proceeds going to the host's favorite charity. Around midnight, those that were smokers were led to the spa area, where guests removed all their clothing and slipping into provided velvet jump suits. The whole place was furnished in red with red velvet drapes giving the place an exotic theatrical set like atmosphere.
There they played cards, smoked their heads off and drank like fish. Always wished I had a camera to record it all. This set is inspired by that one night of long ago.
p.s. was told that the lady of the house was allergic to cigarette smoke, therefore had a entertainment center decorated all in velvet incl. the drapes, she was told that this would prevent the cigarette smoke to travel to the other parts of their house.
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Edvard Munch (1863–1944) was one of the most famous Expressionist Norwegian painters. His style, known as symbolism, which mainly focused on life, love, anxiety, and loneliness played a significant role in the late 20th-century art, especially in German expressionism. The dark color and somber tones, the exaggerated forms, and the contrasting lines in his designs portrayed his psychological state. His most iconic artwork, The Scream (1893), which depicts the agonized face and radical expressions, symbolizes anxiety, one of human's most common psychological conditions. We have digitally enhanced some of his notable works from the public domain and made them available for you to download under the creative commons 0 license.
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* "What will you do, God, when I die?"
title to famous poem by Reiner Maria Rilke for which this set has been made and photographed in my studio.
"Was wirst Du tun, Gott, wenn Ich sterbe?"
Ich bin dein Krug /wenn ich zerscherbe?/
Ich bin dein Trank /wenn ich verderbe?/
Bin dein Gewand und deine Gewerbe,
mit mir verliest du deinen Sinn.
Nach mir hast kein Haus, darin
dich Worte, nah und warm, begruessen.
Es faelt von deinem muden Fuessen
Die Samtsandalle, die ich bin.
Dein grosser Mantel laest sich los.
Dein Blick, den ich mit meiner Wange
warm, wie mit einem Pfuhl, empfange,
wird kommen, wird nicht suchen, lange-
und legt beim Sonnenuntergange
sich fremden Syeinen in den Schooss.
Was wirst du, Gott? Ich bin bange.
von dem Stunden Buch, 1905
transl as best I could:
"What will you do, God, when I die?
I am your jug /what if I am smashed to bits?/
I am your drink /what if I spill?/
Iam your garment and your trade,
with me /in loosing me/ You loose your meaning
After me /after I die/ you will have no house wherein
words, near and warm to greet you
From your tired feet fall
the velvet slipper that I am.
Your great mantle let's me go.
Your glance, which I with my cheek
warmly, as with a pillow, /now/ I receive,
will come, will seek me, long-
and will lie / literally lies / down at sunset
in the lap of /unresponding / stranger-rocks.
What will you do, God? I am fearfu.
Erich Maria Rilke.
p.s. a practicing psychologist friend of mine calls the poem a "tansparent" wey of saying: "I fear death" Personally I see it as a challenge.
for this rendering I have used myself as a young man from photographs. I am told that the resemblance is striking.
best viewed on black.
*from a set of six dioramas entirely hand made in my studio some years back,
The set was inspired by the eighteen equally intricate designed dollhouse-style interiors made by Frances Glessner Lee, which she titled "The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death" Her sets consist of a series of eighteen intricately designed dollhouse-style dioramas created by the greatest and my favorite doll house interior designer Frances Glessner Lee, a millionaire heiress with an interest in forensic science.
Her dioramas are detailed representations of death scenes that are composites of actual court cases, created by Glessner Lee on a 1 inch to 1 foot (1 : 12) scale./same as mine/ She attended autopsies to ensure accuracy, and her attention to detail extended to having a wall calendar include the pages after the month of the incident, constructing openable windows, and wearing out-of-date clothing to obtain realistically worn fabric. She called them the Nutshell Studies because the purpose of a forensic investigation is said to be to "convict the guilty, clear the innocent, and find the truth in a nutshell. Students were instructed to study the scene methodically—she suggested moving the eyes in a clockwise spiral—and draw conclusions from the visual evidence. At conferences hosted by Glessner Lee, prominent crime-scene investigators were given 90 minutes to study each diorama.
The dioramas show tawdry and in many cases disheveled living spaces very different from Glessner Lee's own background. The dead include prostitutes and victims of domestic violence.
Glessner Lee used her inheritance to set up Harvard's department of legal medicine, and donated the Nutshell dioramas in 1945 for use in lectures on the subject of crime scene investigation. In 1966 the department was dissolved and the sets were placed in storage. Presently the dioramas can be viewed by appointment at the Maryland Medical Examiner’s Office in Baltimore. A exhibit well worth while to visit for those interested in doll house interiors.Those wishing to view these sets, I strongly suggest making an appointment well before setting out to view them.
We are once again, after many years revisiting my own sets, each with it's own story connected to real life events and sharing them with some of my flickr. friends who expressed interest in viewing them.
None of the renderings have previously been exhibited or published.
I am most interested in your comments for we are once again entertaining the thought of publishing them with their stories in book form.
Thank you!
thank you for your interest.
*from a selection of sketches, drawings and portraits of people known to artist, their dreams, anxieties and life styles as perceived by artist. Sketchbooks are the diaries artists carry in their heads until put on paper, they are made entirely from the stuff we carry in our heads, they are not copies of other people's art and are not made to please anyone except artist who may or my not use them in future for the making of art. They are neither good or bad; I don't even know if they can be categorized as art, all i know they are revealing to what we feel within ourselves and what we think of those that have influenced our art. The portraits are not as they or the world sees them but as we perceive them to be. In short they are nothing but impressions of them at the moment which can often change within minutes or hours. There are some of course who never change for the better or worse. When viewing set, should anyone be interested in the character or image drawn, you are welcome to question them in my comment box and I will gladly answer your queries.
Thank you!
p.s. I am posting them with the intend of publishing several hundred of them in a art book with notations on how some of them evolved into paintings, most of which appeared subconsciously.
*Came about after finding her favorite song after 40 years on You Tube; a beautiful new version of a old classic coming back with a vengeance: You Tube: Mar Azul-Cesaria Evora - Marisa Monte.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5OQ37VA1yI
best seen on black
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Edvard Munch (1863–1944) was one of the most famous Expressionist Norwegian painters. His style, known as symbolism, which mainly focused on life, love, anxiety, and loneliness played a significant role in the late 20th-century art, especially in German expressionism. The dark color and somber tones, the exaggerated forms, and the contrasting lines in his designs portrayed his psychological state. His most iconic artwork, The Scream (1893), which depicts the agonized face and radical expressions, symbolizes anxiety, one of human's most common psychological conditions. We have digitally enhanced some of his notable works from the public domain and made them available for you to download under the creative commons 0 license.
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*gesso covered cardboard silhouette cutout standee, acrylics painted and seated on a vintage lawn bench..
*un amigo a quien lo encontraron boracho y desnudo en el parque Abraham Lincoln en 1982,
/nude and drunk in Lincoln Park; as per his diary: "se que soy causa perdida; traicionado por una mujer me paso los dias borracho, abril, 1982" youtu.be/EhFct489VuY
A new tribute to The Resurrection of Christ by British artist Stephen B. Whatley; painted with prayers on Easter Day ,March 31, 2024.
Artist Stephen B. Whatley (1965-) suffered the tragic loss at 16 of his beloved, devoted mother Marjorie J. Whatley (1943-1981) and the devastating bereavement lead the artist on a search for spiritual depth both in his life and art. Whilst he was born an Anglican, he became attracted to the devotions within the Catholic Church – to which he converted in 2011.
He is happy that his work touches so many Christians, whether they be Catholics, Anglicans or Episcopalians.
Since 2000, he has been drawn to make statements of prayer and faith; often painting on specific anniversaries and Feast Days – with what he humbly calls a “divine push’, creating both works of hope and light.
The work of Stephen B. Whatley is in collections worldwide & public collections which own his work include the BBC, London Transport Museum, and The Royal Collection of HM King Charles III.
Catholic institutions that own the artist's paintings include The Carrollton School of The Sacred Heart, Miami, USA, The Institute of Marist Brothers, Canada, Newman University, Birmingham (UK), St Anthony Padua Catholic College, Sydney, Australia and Westminster Cathedral, London - which staged his 2013 exhibition, Paintings From Prayer.
In 2004, the artist was presented to Queen Elizabeth II and The Duke of Edinburgh in recognition of his work.
The artist's series of 30 paintings, commissioned by the Tower of London in 2000, is a permanent exhibit outside Tower Hill Station, London ; reproduced throughout Tower Hill Pedestrian Underpass (outside Tower Hill Station) - the main portal entrance to the Tower of London.
Jesus, Light of Glory - Easter Day 2024 by Stephen B. Whatley
Oil on canvas
30 x 24in/76 x 61cm
*/lagrimas que no se secan" this powerful painting is best appreciated on black!
p.s. not all simple paintings are "simple" It took many attempts before reaching it's climax. I do hope it will not be taken lightly!
p.s. for a greater artist see the legendary Paco Toronjo; who's tears never dry up! youtu.be/S_ZKsmY2ahs