Congratulations on Yr Revenge (Rabbit)-Revenge Series™. 19” x 12.5” acrylic on paper
This is Mungu. He’s a truly down to earth cool cat. I don’t know him as well as I should, but enough… he is the LTR of one of my old time lady bros and I have enjoyed every exchange I’ve had with him, so I know him to be solid.
He and his lady acquired Turn Me On (You Fucker) v3 and a version of I’ll See You Hang for This (TBP) last spring. It was a rainy day and they have since moved from the location pictured.
The Psychopomp, 2009 48cm x 31.5cm acrylic and charcoal on 65lb paper
Rabbit is an Earth symbol, by virtue of the fact that he is so close to the ground, and lives partially in the ground itself. He could convey, symbolically, a need to center oneself more, for instance. He could also imply stodginess, for that matter, a sort of “stuck in the rut” kind of energy that happens to us all at times.
Rabbit is also a symbol of the archetypal “Trickster” in world mythologies.
Circa ‘79 this may be my earliest rabbit drawing. Even then I was using text in my drawing. It also seems I was very aware of the NYC art scene of that era.
The other day I had an FB conversation with a mommie friend of mine about children’s early art work. With her permission I have transcribed the thread below:
Me: just keep the good ones. scan the others and toss ‘em.
LA: er…what if they’re all good? i mean, i know i’m biased, but she’s got about an 80% success rate over up in here
Me: yr biased. yr a mom. even at 80% there’s still 20% to toss. also the value goes up the fewer there are. If you need me to sort through them let me know.
LA: yes, we need your gimlet eye! next time you’re in la…
Me: haha. ok i’ve got them dead eyes. I will say my elder nephew has been pumping out some good work. finally. His early stuff was a little meh, and fraudulent as I saw marks obviously made by his mother and the preschool lady. that stuff was hardly frame worthy.
I’m glad my mom kept my shit. Where would art be without archivists?
Incantation, Incantation Wooden Floor Rabbit Sublimation, 2010 (122cm x 61cm, acrylic on wood)
In most cultural beliefs the butterfly is a symbol of transformation, usually in the context of a soul or spirit. Feathers also translate across cultural beliefs as symbols of spiritual (soul) evolution and ascension.
In Egyptian Ma’at, the Egyptian goddess of justice, would weigh the hearts of the newly dead in the underworld against the weight of a feather to determine the worthiness of his or her soul….Feathers were worn by Native American chiefs to symbolize their communication with Spirit, and to express their celestial wisdom…
Rabbits, as symbols, have several meanings all having lunar qualities. Here the rabbit’s lunar energy serves as a psychopomp, a person, creature, or spirit who conducts spirits or souls to the other world.
Rabbit is well at home here on the earthly plane, of course. But he is also an Adept, comfortable in the Netherworld of underground tunnels and dark passages. His acute perception makes him sensitive to vibrations and energies that we often cannot comprehend. But in the “Underworld,” those sensitivities are even more pronounced as sight is reduced to nil.
Beneath the butterflies and the feather, below the rabbit (transporter/psychopomp) is the wooden floor (the terrestrial plane). Subterrestrial, buried underneath the wooden floor are the remains: teeth, bones and writings.
Turn Me On (You Fucker), 2003
"Some believe, rabbits were associated with the Teutonic deity Eostra, the goddess of spring and fertility, for their especially high reproduction rate. Eggs, and especially their hatching, are another symbol of spring with roots in pagan tradition.."
"Germanic, pagan, spring traditions and Christian resurrection tradition were quickly melded together as Roman Catholicism became the dominant religion in the region around the 15th century…" -Thanks HuffPost.
In a previous post I addressed the origin of the moniker dutchslavetrade and gave some insight into it’s meaning. An aspect I didn’t address is with the word “trade”, meaning art, business and barter. On occasion I will trade works for goods and services. I’m fortunate to know a wide variety of interesting, interested and true people. Here’s one now. This is Veronica, a proud Texan and a straight shooter. She is also my most favorite bartender in the realm. Not only can she handle a crowd, put knuckleheads back in their place and grasp the concept of a tequila neat but she does so with unparalleled elegance. Periodically I will find myself in need of fellowship and a drink but with a prohibitive budget. One such night I found myself in Veronica’s establishment. At the end of an evening of drink and conversation she surprised me by picking up the tab. As a gesture of my gratitude I insisted that she select a painting for herself. After all, “Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole.”
This is Marc. He procured “We Are Not So Dissimilar (Canis Familiaris, O. Cuniculus),”2004, in 2005. It’s likely that I was in such a hurry to be unload this large canvas that I never made proper documentation of it prior to this photo taken at his home last year.
I have not had many gallery shows and I’m hesitant to hang stuff in bars or coffee shops because they are bars and coffee shops. The last time I attempted to pursue hanging work in a coffee shop, at the behest of my friend, the place wanted me to pay them $150 for “cleaning and insurance”. Mostly I drive around and move units out of the trunk of my car. This is Pamela, she contacted me about two paintings that are on my Facebook page, which has a lot of older work, mostly things I no longer have. I told her that it would be no problem for me to make duplicates for her. A few weeks later we met and made the exchange in the parking garage of a downtown hotel.