Thursday, November 13, 2008
Ok so I took another stab at the graphic art thing. I have to admit I like what I am doing. It's not unusual as I usually like, but it is satisfying to create these images from photos that I set up take and edit. Creativety comes in all forms. I want to transform these images to canvas and free form paint on them.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Today was an interesting day to say the least. I was contacted by a gentleman who is on the board of the San Antonio Fiesta Commitee. Apparantly he has seen some of my work, and is interested in having me submit an original piece for consideration in the 2009 San antonio for the Arts foundation's Annual Poster. I worked on this all day. In typical fashion I did it quickly. Not too quickly though. It's the first time I have done something like This. I have a friend named Candy Flores, who graciously and, at last minute allowed me to photograph her. This is what I came up with. It is an original photograph digitaly manipilated into what I think is a striking image. I really got into this and plan to do more of it!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
My friends, I must say with heartfelt joy that we as a people of this great land have spoken, all at once we shouted from the top of our voices WE CAN! I sat tonight a humble participant of a process I doubted...and yet a silent figure took my heart by storm.. A figure not of a newly elected beacon of hope. You see I sat tonight with a visage of human strength. A rock beyond comprehension. I sat with my mother, barely able to move, and yet she sat there with strength beyond my own bodies comprehension. I watched her shed tears for a new generation, not her own. I felt in my own heart a sense of new found duty. A duty to serve and make a change. Make a change worth living for. I put my son to sleep tonight with a resurrected glince of hope. He so joyfully at eight years of age pronounced that WE had won. It is truly he that won tonight. My hope is that he will not have to bear the misgivings of a nation that tonight has passed him by. He may never know the division that has been so abhorrently evident in the last 18 months. My son, my champion, my shining ray of hope may see a world better than that of the past. I am truly humbled. Those of you out there that know me know this to be true. I love my country, I love my life, I love my son, and above all I love my mom! Thank you President Obama because I love you too!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Good morning America......For the sake of our children, do the right thing....For one another, do the right thing....For our brave troops abroad, please do the right thing....The world is watching....Don't let her down....
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
So bloggers I am finally getting a little break from reality tommorrow and will be fishing in the Gulf of Mexico until Sunday evening! I am going with my brother in law, So If I am not back on Monday it means I treading water out there somewhere. I am taking my camera so i will have lots of pictures! Have a great weekend!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
This is classic stuff Check it out!
My Contempt for George W Bush in 05-06, when I painted this piece, was as strong as it is today. Well Thank goodness his reign is but 12 days from being over! I really hope that America has learned it's lesson. I hope that we all open our eyes on November 5th, and awaken to a brighter future for our children. I hope that Hope wins out in the end. The song that will remain on my blog until the election is decided. It is by Nine Inch Nails (Trent Reznor) off of their Year Zero album. It is an anti Bush song to the core. It will remain here till he is gone! It is titled The begining of the end. Strange but it's also the only song I listen to whilst painting. Life is strange no doubt!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I am pleased that the election is winding down. I have been a direct participant in this years election process and win or lose it was a great experience. To see the nation rally for change is a good thing. Hope every ones week goes well!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wow! It's been quite some time since my last post. Thanks all for not bombarding me with hate mail, all 2 of you! lol! So.....It's been a very grueling 2-3 weeks here in San Antonio. For me, work has been very brisk. Long days.......sleep.....long days......sleep. In between I eat! The Housing market here is bustling. Contrary to the rest of the country we are selling homes like wild here.
I am proud to inform you all that Riot Kitty received her painting! She sent me a picture of it hanging in her living room, and I must say I am proud! A gentleman named Keith Terry was kind enough to purchase "Wintermint" at a charity auction for the Samm Ministry here in San Antonio. I donated it and am pleased it went to a lover of abstract impressionism. The Samm Ministries here, provide shelter for abused women. Mr. Terry happens to be that organizations Director.
The weather here is beginning to finally turn a bit more like fall. I love this time of year more than any other. I think it's time to photograph some stuff.
Barrack Obama is doing well right now. I hope he continues on his present course. My sister Patti has been under the weather this week. If she reads this as I am sure she will.....GET WELL SOON SIS!......!!!!! <3!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Post Script: In answer to my blogger buddy Shionge: I had a great time doing this. I have always wanted to do interesting little clips like this, I was watching the republican national convention just prior to putting it together, so.......maybe that was it. Most of my creativity comes out morose or angry or muted. However that doesn't mean I am any of those at the time of creation. Just reflective maybe. :-) Fun Times ahead!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
This is a poem I found quite intriguing. No meaning behind or in it really, just a really nice poem. The video was of me of course just listening..Tell me about how words affect you in your day to day life? Words we all speak them, some of us listen others just speak. Words can be beautiful, angry, heartfelt, and shallow. Words can describe life or not...... What do these words mean to you?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Ok I have recieved many emails asking what it is. A few have made guesses. Good ones at that I have included a very rough outline of what is actually there. Its me! It's what I concieved as my own image.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Pollock had a penchant for booze, cigarettes, and women. It's funny how such a complex being was ruled and guided by such simple vices. Aren't we all? He also loved Jazz, which he listened to incessantly whilst slinging paint. I have often dreamed of procuring a space that I could Live and Paint in. A studio to end all studio's. Warhol's' "Factory" comes immediately to mind. I am going to spend the next 2 years extracting from the Real Estate market everything that I can. I will have my dream. I will stop at nothing to get it. I can see it. I can feel it! So with that said I need my blogger's help. I need to figure a way to get a major viewing in a LARGE metropolitan city. New York, LA or Chicago. I have a friend in Tampa Florida that is involved in the arts there, but I am squeamish to ask for assistance. Does anyone out there know of a curator or collector that might be interested in taking a chance on an unknown? There are many ways to finance this. I was thinking of spamming a million people with the promise of 30,000,000 pounds in an Iraqi bank vault, but then I thought , No that never works. All it will take I think is the right individual seeing the right piece at the right time. My Father has always been a businessman. He never really supported nor knew much about my painting. It was not until recently that he even saw one of my paintings. That's the way it has been for me and my passion. It has always been concealed. Always hidden. He once told me at the height of my Real Estate career that I couldn't serve two gods. His view has changed dramatically. Something opened his eyes recently. I received a check in the mail, and he was amazed. He said I can't believe someone sent you money by mail for a painting! I have been paid for work in the past and this event wasn't unheard of to me, but for him it was an Epiphany. The only thing that stops me from going full force is of course money. Does anyone out there know of grants that might be available?
You see I want to drop out and do this permanently. My 2 year plan might turn into 5 or 10 years, but it will happen none the less. I have been studying art out there for quite sometime. All of it amazing. I have come to the conclusion that mine is no better or worse than some of the best out there, which brings me back to Jackson. Pollock found something unusual, and he ran with it. I may have the same opportunity. If I act. San Antonio is inundated with spectacular talent art wise that is. My work is a bit different. I have the booze, I have the cigarettes, I may even from time to time have the women. What I need is a friendly eye to make it happen!
Friday, August 15, 2008
I don't want to give too much away at this point as this piece is sold and I want it to be a surprise. But it's coming along nicely. Sorry I haven't posted more but will soon. I am experimenting with sleeping pills tonight so do not be alarmed! I haven't been sleeping well as I have had allot on my mind lately. Not to worry though its been great stuff I assure you. Beautiful stuff actually. My mind is happy, but tired. so I took an ambien and I feel really relaxed. So goodnight! kaaan jkfgvvv n;kj/4ewpkjg******* See!!!! it works! Goodnight all. I am sure I will dream well tonight.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
The scene is set. In 2 days the anniversary of the most precious entity to ever enter my crazy life comes to pass. My son, whose name is John Camron was born. As a father I sometimes feel I failed him. Maybe I didn't try hard enough, maybe I was self consumed. I worked harder than ever I knew. I worked to keep what was mine, and I had a plenty. I had it all, I had a huge home, 3 luxury cars, a beautiful wife, a beautiful son. So I worked.... and I worked....... and I earned. If I was in the mafia they would have vouched "ya that Coby's a good earner".
Something was missing and as I have stated before here I lost it. To another who undoubtedly appreciates it far less than ever I would. So here I am left with memories that tug and pull. On the upcoming 8th anniversary of my son's birth I sit and reflect as I do often. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I sat with my wife in front of a compassionate oncologist, you see I don't think i have stated this here before, but I had cancer, and a very bad one at that. I was 31 years old. I was only married 2 years. We sat there and were told I had six months to live, and they didn't say live they said to "get my affairs in order" Literally they told me this. You see I had a very rare form of cancer called Leiomyosarcoma. Life expectancy of less than a year from discovery.
Words like "no cure", "Palliative therapy", "Comfort", "Investigational reasearch" MD Anderson, Memorial Sloane Kettering. Those words are and were real for me. The whole time this occurred is a bit of a blur in my life that seems like it was not real at all. I don't ever speak of it really, not even to those that love me. It is something that is personal, but I died many years ago at least in theory. Because when a doctor writes you off you really feel it is over. My father the rock of the family, had driven me in tears. from a fateful talk with Rohit Kapoor a well known oncologist/hemotologist.I had never seen my father cry. That doctor actually cried in front of my father and I, and assured us he would fight this death sentance, with all of his education and his knowledge. I am thinking I am dead. My wife was alone and shattered, and yet she never ran, she stayed. So no later indiscretion could ever outweigh that in my mind. She was only 25 years old, a soon to be widow. yet she stayed I reacall a memory I never speak of. One, of my sisters, Patti and Kathy, my beautiful sisters. You see we were the three inseperable souls, always together in tandem, always the three in succesion. We three sat in my Mother and Fathers front yard. IRemember the sun was out, it was bright. I felt numb, and yet I caught their eyes. I remember feeling each blade of grass touch me. They told me how much they loved me. they told me how much they would miss my laugh, my candor and my spirit, how I would always be with them. My sister Kathy is a Clinical Research Nurse. I asked her to make me a promise. It is a debt that I could never repay her for. I asked her to not allow me to suffer. I asked her to allow me to pass with dignity. you see I had researched my fate. I didn't want to waste away. She promised me she would take care of me. So my story continues..... I managed to bear 4 chemicals of chemo, I know them well. Adriomycin, Doxirubicin, Ifosfimide, and mesna. Curious how I remember that cocktail. Actually It was called the "Red Devil" I was isolated during infusion that was only increasing my life expectancy by 5 % , you see My life expectancy to 1 year was 15%. My cancer ratio was 1 in 44,000,000 yes that's 1 in 44 million to contract leiomyosarcoma. so if I survived past 1 year my odds were 1 in 6,600 cases. In any given year in the U.S. there are only 120 cases discovered. Impossible odds. My oncologist was an expert in sarcoma's and she had treated 7 sarcomatoid patients in 24 years. I was dead.
Well, long story short I suffered a full year of chemo of the worst kind. I beat unthinkable odds, astronomical odds, unfathomable odds. When I agreed for an extra 5% chance to live my trade off was sterility. 6 months after the go ahead to conceive we conceived. My son was a miracle. He was not supposed to be possible and yet he is here. I asked my ex wife later if he was mine, not out of spite, simply faced with facts and numbers, percentages that were unimaginable. She of course was outraged as I assumed she would be, but she swore her indiscretion was a first.
I don't ever need to ask that question again in my life. So here I am, alone with my thoughts and all I see is him. My angel, my life, my anchor. Divorce is ugly and it tears down, so what can i give him? I have given him all that I am. A different perspective, you see my Autistic son is more creative than ever I could wish to be. The Image above, if you have made it this far was done by my son when he was 4 years old. When I asked it's name he said only "Cocho". I could leave him nothing better in his life than the kaleidoscope eyes of his Father. I do love him so........more than anything in the world. Happy birthday son........Love daddy
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
I took this photo, and at the time I felt it was a good reflection of a happier time. I really guess photography is art isn't it?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Begrudging them, Those of you that trounce, with glee.
Those of you that refuse , refuse to see. Inside the cracks inside deep.
Dare you not to take that majestic journey into your own soul. To stare it in the face.
The ultimate mirror to either accept or deny. There I sit watching, dreaming, wanting.
The reflections of life's conquests that will never be.
Tattered and beaten my angry soul cries. Truth not known tugs it pulls, only to die.
So the lonely note persists. The only one I know. The ugly stench of failure. The safety of the unknown.
White-wash and cover, is the defense I find, and seek. The old taste of life's failures make my life seem bleak.
Oh so grey and monotone my life has become. I walk and observe, and I see love in the world with envious eyes that pierce the lucky with spiteful anger. You see I never have known true peace, true harmony, only jealous respite.
For myself and those like me, we know only one way. The hollowness that begs to be filled. So we fill it up and we drink it down with words like hope.
But you see hope is dead to me in all its forms. My mind creates pallets of color that I can only imagine. Pain is my friend and steady as she goes the pain never seems to let me down. The world however is a much different place. A place that is scary, and foreboding. My pain is real at least for now. It sticks and stabs at the soft tissue down below.
So softly I hear a piano's moan. It moans for me and only me.
One day I will be free, free from this prison that my own brilliant mind has created. For my own brilliance imprisons me.
If only.........If only.
Monday, July 21, 2008
So the preparation of my soul begins. Included in roughly 20 paintings that are as of yet undone will be 2 works that will never see the gallery walls. I will ship them to their prospective owners upon completion. I intend to chronicle through photos and video the insane process I go through to create . It will be painful at times to view or gaze upon. I am getting into a terribly risky mindset, but it is a mindset that I must enter to truly do that which I do. I want unabashed honesty and pure emotion to flow through my hands. Music, and to be specific Nine Inch Nails has always been the conduit to my inner sanctum. Only 1 other person has ever known what lies beneath the surface. I hope now there will be another.
I recently met a professional photographer whose work is absolutely amazing. She is a true Artist in every sense of the word. She captivates me with every word that exits her mouth. Utterly interesting in every facet. She is beautiful, she is published nationally, yet it's her inner beauty that I find affinity with. She and I are completely similar. I have asked her to assist me in my current project, and she accepted. Our collaboration may rise birth to something incredible. Something that breakthroughs are made of. I am happy to share this with all of you. Stay tuned..................................
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
This piece is entitled "Honesty" It is a furious piece. It just might the best I have ever done. Definitely a rage piece. I remember the night I created it like it was yesterday. I had an opening to prepare for, and I had the arduous task of completing 25 pieces in 30 days. I accomplished the goal. What came out of that month was like soul vomit. I spoke to a friend today and she made the comment " Talk about pressure!" It may seem strange but in that month my studio looked like a homicide scene straight out of the movies. I drank more alcohol then I think I ever have in my life.
It was a purging month. It was a dark month. I revelled in the solitude that my canvases provided me. They were my lovers, my friends, my life. I wish I could rewind and stay in that mode forever. In that mindset there was no guilt. The guilt and self punishment came out like an oil-strike. I became a being that I always desired to be. I was an artist. A pained one at that.
I felt what the likes of Van Gough felt. I always thought about what the greats must have felt as they created masterpieces. I am no master but I think I had the same form of gratitude when it was all said and done. Hanging that first piece is a feeling I will never in my life forget. It was better than any sex I have had in my life. It was better than the best meal I have ever eaten. Most of the people at my 1st opening didn't even know I was the artist. Not for at least an hour. What a beautiful anonymous hour that was. I sat with a glass of wine or maybe three, and I watched them. I watched them mingle and whisper, and contemplate.
Then the strangest thing happened. My promoter Kelly came over to me and handed me a sold placard. Then it began, one after another the placards started to be placed. I remember feeling both happy and sad. Happy that I made some money, but very sad indeed. A huge part of my soul would be leaving that space without me attached. One by one they came down, and I remember feeling bad as I saw them wrapped. I remember hoping that the new owners would love them as much as I did. I still wonder about that. It's nice to know that a piece of me will live on forever if taken care of properly. I hope my legacy is one of perseverance, and strength. I can't wait to get my canvases in. I can't wait to get that feeling that only a birth mother knows. I can't wait to bear my soul once again. It's coming soon. And I can't wait!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Hello again bloogers. Once again it is shameless self promotion time! lol, but seriously how many photo's can one guy have that include beautiful women and canvas?
The above mentioned painting is titled "Yellow" Although the picture doesn't show it very well the hue of the paint is Gold Patina. It was extremely difficult to work with. You may have noticed the name CAMRON in the center. That happens to be my son's name. I
love him dearly, and wanted to do a piece for him. Why not name it Camron? Well the word yellow is painted just below the yellow amoeba looking thingy in the center. Why yellow? My sons favorite song when he was about 3, the last year I spent together in my home with my son, was a song titled "yellow" by Coldplay. He would stand and watch the video and just dance to it. It is a beautiful memory I have of a family life lost. I decided to immortalize it on canvas. I hope I did my Lil man justice!
Friday, July 4, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Hello out there in blog land. Man has there been allot of stuff happening in the world lately or what? The picture to the left was taken just yesterday. I am posting it because I am proud to say that I am losing weight by the pounds! Getting back to a better diet has really been a rough thing to do. I have managed to keep up the regimen.
My sister teases me to no end about how my weight fluctuates. For the last 2 months I have been eating healthier and more often believe it or not! I have found that if I buy a subway Italian sub at 10 am (foot long) and have it sliced 6 ways I can eat it all day long stay content and my weight is increasing as my inches are decreasing. I exercise daily now. Not Hulk Hogan exercise but push ups and sit ups.
What works for everyone else?
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
"C" Newest abstract 42x36 acrylic on Gallery wraped Canvas
Standing amidst the scorching sun one tends to get burned. Frigid waters abound in unfamiliar territory. Ideas thrown to the wind may as well not exist. Calm resolute stands between invention and chaos. To be content is to be unfulfilled.
All of these ideas are paradoxes in and of themselves. What are your thoughts and Ideas. Its Q&A time here in Blog land. Ask and it shall be answered!
Question 1. Most embarrassing restaurant moment?