Friday, 30 November 2018

speak no veggie

today I made some paintings for the Vegetables Society of JooJoo Land....the chairman of the society will be very pleased.

juggling peas


still juggling peas...


1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9....

ooops. no more.



a corn addict

a chilli addict


a carrot addict

a beansprout addict
a long bean addict

another long bean addict

an okra addict

a giant peas addict ( they look like grapes I know...but they are peas)

a chilli addict

Speak No Veggie




Monday, 26 November 2018

the birds

raining

it has been raining non stop lately....

today as I went through my computer i found this portrait I made of jono in 2016. I think I was trying to come to terms with his depression, I often asked him : what made you feel this way? and he would always say : I dunno. I didn't understand why we can't know what caused us to feel the way we feel. I always thought I knew what made me feel a certain way...I thought if we looked deep and honest into ourselves and perhaps our past we would know the answer. but now I know that people and feelings are a lot more complicated than I thought I knew.

I remember at that time when I made this I was trying to show his depression....as if he was raining inside or something, but actually the rain was coming from outside of him....I painted the umbrella thing...and then sort of cut it open as if it was a cake....I think maybe it was my way of trying to show him that he could get himself out of his trapped emotions....it was my way of trying to get myself out of the confused feelings I had at that time, my way of trying to understand him.

and the little bird. the little bird is always there.

sometimes it is interesting to look at my own paintings and understand my true feelings from the way I paint...I think my best works are stuff I made when I have been honest.

art is just a way to show some of my thoughts and feelings....they can't actually help me solve life's problems, but they help me understand somethings about myself and the world around me...I think.

michelle


I made this portrait of Michelle in 2016. I looked at it today and really love it. michelle has been a really lovely and supportive friend. But I have lost touch with her. I will get in touch with her again. tomorrow.

my darling jono

I found these paintings I made of me and jono in 2015 and 2016...they look so sweet.....:-)





music warrior


jon with Blackbear uke

jon with lilies

jon is a music warrior

Thursday, 22 November 2018

untitled faces



stars and scars


dad
my father has dementia and he can't walk. he is very sick. here he is sitting on his wheelchair looking at me. but he does not look like he is looking at me. I hope that he does not have too much pain. that is all I can hope for him.

Gillian
Gillian had bone cancer for some years. she was 14 at that time when I was her art teacher. she was wheeling everywhere in her wheelchair, sometimes aided by her friends. always trying to be positive, always trying her best in everything she did. then she got better, and could walk. this was some years ago.

a few months ago I heard that she had passed away.

what can we do about suffering? how can we turn scars into stars?

the old man and the dog

  I saw this old man walking his dog a few times along Proctor's road, near where I live. or rather, his dog was walking him. I think the man is blind, and he is also very old. his dog sort of tow him along as they walk. I feel sort of warm and fuzzy inside seeing them plodding along the way they do....I think perhaps they do this every day... I made the image I remember in my mind onto this piece of cardboard from a carton box that held some beer. the torn brown-gray parts are already there and they look like a house and 2 trees to me......so I turned it into what I saw of the old man and his dog.