acrylic, aerosol, gloss varnish on canvas
What a week…there was snowfall in north vietnam, and snowcovered pyramids in cairo, while australia has its hottest pre-summer on record, ever. i wouldnt have thought it ever snowed in cairo, well not since the last big freeze, but apparently it last snowed there 112 years ago. this places it around the industrial revolution times, give or take a few years, and thus mankinds first big input towards unwittingly polluting the planet…very difficult to connect the two though, although it would seem to give the climate denialists some ammunition in their argument. if it snowed over a century ago in cairo, and its snowing now, how can you attribute that to climate change would be their argument. Also the global banana industry is under threat from blight and an increase in insect swarms also purported to be caused by climate change..the worldwide bee population is shrinking..the sun is any day now about to flip its polarity, reverse its magnetic field, which it does every 11 years, creating added electro-magnetic activity, causing outtages in communications technology…a woman walking along a melbourne pier, engrossed in her handphone, absentmindedly walked off the end of the pier, and fell into the sea, coincidentally she couldnt swim. she was saved by onlookers, and when police interviewed her she reported no lost valuables, and was still clutching her handphone..a sign of the times in a crazy mixed up world.
sometimes i wonder if you join all these little news headlines and bits of internet information together, would you see a bigger picture. are they intermittent indicators towards shifting patterns in society, stockmarkets, climate, borders, and countries. like hashtags are they guiding you towards some kind of inevitable result. these indicators often predict wars, or natural disasters or stockmarket collapses. sometimes the writing is on the wall, the proof is in the pudding, the devil is in the detail. sometimes there is a trail of clues or minor events leading up to a final result, often viewed more clearly with the benefit of hindsight. for example look at the events leading up to the first and second world wars, the signposts were there, and with some huge natural disasters in the past. the earth or nature gave us warning signs. animals, birds, insects are very attuned to natures signals. man not so much.
sometimes i wonder if its a widely held view that life in the world as we know it will end someday. that it will unravel something like this…increasing frequency of storms and superstorms, cyclones, tornadoes and typhoons, blizzards and ice storms, bushfires, floods, and rising sea levels. these will occur with more frequency to the point where we hardly have time to recover from one event, when another is upon us, and another, until there is no time to recover from these relentless forces of nature. this causes a domino effect or flow on to wildlife, insects, fish and birds. things are thrown out of balance. insect plagues persist. fish are no longer plentiful. basic crops are destroyed and cant recover. there is a worldwide food shortage. crops are blighted and food stocks run low.
this leads to mass migration from the rural areas to the cities, and more importantly across borders and countries. food, water and shelter become the most important agendas for
these shifting populations. cities and infrastructures are overwhelmed. law and order breaks down. the thin veneer of society, the very fabric itself, begins to rip and tear. riots and mass looting takes place. whole commercial areas are ransacked. the suburbs are prized pickings and become fenced off and patrolled by gangs of local paramilitary homeowners. one house can supply a group of drifters or raiders with shelter, vehicles, food, weapons, tools, supplies and a large array of survival items. just eliminate the occupants. its them or you. kill or be killed. survival reduced to its most basic level…and returning to indicators again, you know where all this is heading, you know you know what comes next, you just cant face the reality of it, the overwhelming fear, of …….Bloodsucking Zombies! thats right, those motherfucking, creepy, shapeshifting, walking dead. those rancid smelling, ghoulish cadavers with putrid flesh that feed in a frenzied orgy, greedily gulping down your blood.
this is where we’re headed, and this is the new reality, the atonement, the judgement, the sentence passed down for all your past transgressions..ye who have idolised false gods, icons and brand names. ye who have slavishly followed fashion and style, who are consumed by material possessions and status symbols. your empty pathetic shopping mall mentality. you buy more happiness as you shimmer translucent in your shallowness, you revel in your hedonistic narcissism as you devour all that trite and fluffy ‘stuff’. those meaningless labels to appease your bloated ego, as you slowly gorge your way to a living hell..like the kardashians you are already a zombie, you just didnt know it…
just fucking with you.
sometimes i wonder if i shouldnt get back to work, and cease this mindless banter.
sometimes i wonder is a new canvas with some old favourites. its been re-worked and rectified since it was last posted. i wanted something bold and bright, something that pops!
its not so much a new direction yet, just tweaking and twerking-oops, tuning, fiddling about with bits and pieces.
i remove my canvasses from the taksu gallery exhibition tomorrow. it ran for 2 weeks. nothing sold. disappointing for both parties, but thats the way it is here in Bali for the time being.my interview in the yak magazine should be out this week, hopefully that drives some sales.
i had an offer over the internet, a commission to paint a 1.5 x2.5 m canvas. thats quite large. but we just coudnt reach an agreement on the price. it was so frustrating as i could certainly use the funds. i came down generously in price, but the client wanted a cheaper price. finally my pride kicked in, and i said look ive done everything i can to help you, but you havent returned that, you havent met me halfway, i might be a struggling artist but i’m not a prostitute..and i say that with all due respect to sex workers…anyway no point crying over spilt milk, but damn sometimes i wonder. ((;