There is a new gallery at the Gateway that everyone should stop in and visit. Last weekend was the grand opening of the new Urban Arts Galley, and I am very impressed. It is a very nice and large space showcasing a number of different artists, and currently featuring the artwork of Jimmi Toro. A lot of very nice work! You’ll also find a boutique selling all sorts of local handmade stuffz.
There are also a number of events planned for the space, including dance performances, CONNECT, Gallery Stroll, and the Urban Arts Festival. Checkity-check!
“Bird of Prey” by Todd Powelson
Here is another piece I finished a little earlier this week. I drew most of this using Adobe Ideas, but finished up in Illustrator.
Birds in general are the best, but birds of prey always grab my attention. They are a treat to come across, and it was fun to draw this one.
(I feel old today…)
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
by W. B. Yeats
I love primitive artwork. As a matter of fact, I’m kind of obsessed with it. Of course, it is a connection with the past, and while looking at it I can almost travel back in time and be reminded how it felt to live in the animal past.
I read a couple of articles this week about how new carbon-dating has shown Germany’s “Lion Man” to be among the oldest known pieces of figurative art. I am used to hearing about the ancient “Venus” fertility sculptures, which are also beautiful and very old, and was told they were the oldest known carvings. But I guess there were human / lion hybrid being carved at the same time as the oldest Venus.
I am fascinated by the anthropomorphic hybrid. Always have been. These imaginative representations have appeared in the most ancient artwork of every civilization. The Lion Man reminds me that these hybrid images and sculptures have inspired human beings for tens-of-thousands of years. Long before any known civilization. I don’t know why that fascinates and inspires me so much, but it really does!
news.sudanvisiondaily.com | Lion Man
online.wsj.com | Powerful Images from a Primitive Age
I’m kind of on a Minotaur kick, which happens to me sometimes, so today I am going to post a few images of Picasso’s Blind Minotaur.
Here it is, once again. Picasso’s “Minotauromachy”. I love this picture so much!
I’ve gotten a couple of new tattoos these last few months, both by the beautiful and talented Sarah De Azevedo of Oni Tattoo.
I’ve been wanting to get these for a while now, and am very happy I finally have. Both are very significant and meaningful to me and I couldn’t be happier. You may see them on my arm and leg when we meet if I happen to be wearing short pants and a tshirt. But, since it is winter, I’ll post them here for your viewing pleasure.
“Wish You Were Here”