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Along The Shunga Trail

Monday, January 20th, 2014
"Along The Shunga Trail" By: J.A. George AKA; The GYPSY - Oil on 14" x 18" Canvas Board.

“Along The Shunga Trail” By: J.A. George AKA; The GYPSY – Oil on 14″ x 18″ Canvas Board.

This Painting Is For Sale At

http://artist-alley.artistwebsites.com/featured/along-the-shunga-trail-ja-george.html

“ALONG THE SHUNGA TRAIL“  By: The GYPSY

I get bored easy. Because I get bored I have to constantly be doing something which may explain my artistic nature. I create to keep my hands, eyes and mind from becoming too idle. But I do not create the same things over and over again for to do that would once again bring me back full circle to boredom. So it is that as I create I explore. I explore new ways of doing what I do best; Create art.

When I was a child growing up in Topeka, Kansas I explored not knowing that my explorations would bring about a lifelong need to see what was behind a closed door or around the next bend in the road. Growing up always near or by the Shunganunga creek which meanders through the Capitol City afforded me many opportunities to explore, learn and reach out to a world I would embrace not only as a child but also as an adult.

Long before Shawnee County Parks and Recreations conceived of a pathway following the Shunganunga there were those, like myself, that knew of and explored the many twists and turns that ran alongside the creek. Shawnee County did not create the Shunga Trail, it has always been there since the beginning of time; all they did was to cover it with concrete and put up pretty signs.

So it was as I started out to create my painting, “Along The Shunga Trail” that I sat out to explore a new path I had not traveled before. I usually will create the background for my paintings using acrylics. They are fast drying and allow me to move ahead quickly with my oils on the foreground. With this painting though I had in mind to create the entire scene using oils and a pallet knife. Unfortunately for me however that exploration led me down a path that I did not enjoy.

I laid the canvas to one side and stepped away from it, my attention drawn off on to other adventures and other artistic explorations. Then one day I placed the canvas back onto my easel and let it occupy my mind for a few days. I let it call to me, pleading to be explored and finished. Today I answered it’s call.

Forever the explorer I looked at the path I was to create and follow and thought to myself; What can I do different? Looking at the textures the failed attempt with the pallet knife had left on the canvas a solution came to mind. I determined that the best way to forge this trail was to create the scene with one brush. When I paint I usually use a large assortment of brushes to complete a painting especially when I am painting a scene. Yet this day I would attempt to explore my memories using one simple brush; a number 6 half inch flat synthetic bristle brush.

As I child I would poke and prod at the tadpoles and crawdads that inhabited the calm pools along the banks of the Shunganunga. As I had once poked and prodded at the creatures of the creek I poked and prodded at my canvas until I was satisfied that my hand had captured what my eye had seen within the flowing waters of my mind.

So without further ado I present to you my newest exploration; “Along The Shunga Trail”.


The Arrival

Monday, April 15th, 2013
"The Arrival" By: J.A. George AKA; The GYPSY

“The Arrival” By: J.A. George AKA; The GYPSY

The Arrival Was Used As The Cover Art For The GYPSY’s Book “BLOGGING KANSAS: MUSINGS FROM THE LAND OF OZ” which is available on WWW.AMAZON.COM

A couple of weeks ago a, Leslie paid me and my wife Debbie a visit. We had a wonderful Spaghetti dinner and then spent the evening drinking wine, doing shots of Crown, painting and enjoying our friendship. I started a work that night that I titled “THE ARRIVAL”  I was not been happy with the started work from the moment I started it.

I have been looking at the canvas for the past couple of weeks and trying to reconcile the work within my own head and I have not been able to wrap my mind around the work. An artist is never truly satisfied with any thing they create. The curse of the artist is the constant striving for a perfection that can never be achieved. There is no Nirvana for the artist! So I set out to salvage what had started out as a vino induced idea.

I sat in front of the canvas, palate in hand. The principal oils that I felt I would need glistened on the face of the stained wood like tiny colored Easter bunny droppings. One brush clenched tightly in my teeth while the other brush rested in my hand I stared at the taunting canvas. No inspiration was forth coming;

OK, OK, you know what you have to do. Work on your background until something grabs you. No that’s not right, paint over it. Try this mixture, that looks retarded, brush it out. I know, I’ll try the small brush and work out a detail here to…. NO, NO, NO, that’s not it either, ARGGGGGHHHHHH!

I looked down at Nuisance, my black Labrador Retardo who was sleeping at my feet, “Nuisance?” He lifted his head and looked at me. “Should I brush out the canvas and cover what I’ve already done?” He wagged his tail and I took it as a “Yes. ” So grabbing my sanding block I lightly sanded away the raised areas of paint then took my two inch brush in hand. I aggressively attacked the canvas with green, red and yellow until I had a segmented and blended background and that was when inspiration hit me.

I do not, as a rule, dwell within the world of abstract but for the power that I wanted to bring forth in this painting abstract was the best solution. Yes, that is exactly what I wanted to demonstrate, a “Powerful” image and that is what had been lacking within in the original work, raw power.

For the next hour I worked and reworked each stroke, line and image pulling and lifting it into natures most powerful force. I stepped back and looked at what my brush had brought forth;
Hmmm, let just sweep this up here, pull this down here and blend this over to here. That’s it! Now I can sign it.

So now I am pleased to present to you my newest work for your critique and comments. It is a 18″ x 24″ Oil on Stretched Gallery Finished Canvas entitled: “The Arrival”.

If you think you know what my inspiration for this work is then you are probably right.

-The GYPSY-
“Art must evoke an emotion in order to be art. If it only creates indifference then it is not art, it is garbage!”


Sea Lion Women And Mermaids Doing Autopsies On Things While The Bad Ass In The Corner Looks On.

Saturday, February 9th, 2013

“Sea Lion Women And Mermaids Doing Autopsies On Things While The Bad Ass In The Corner Looks On.” By: J.A. George – Oil and Acrylic on 18″ x 24″ Gallery Stretched Canvas

This Painting and Prints For Sale At:

http://artist-alley.artistwebsites.com/featured/sean-lion-women-and-mermaids-doing-autopsies-on-things-as-the-bad-ass-in-the-corner-looks-on-j-a-george.html

Inspirations From A Baroness and a Princess

Inspirations From A Princess And A Baroness

My friend, artist Jana Jones AKA; The Baroness Ampersand has a way with not only the tip of a brush but with the written word. She paints with vivid color in both mediums visual and literary. I sit fascinated and enthralled by all she writes because she writes of “The Artists Life”, as she calls it. I understand her ramblings and can relate to the depth of the soul from which they pour for I live the Artists Life daily.

Understanding her metaphors and similes (is that redundant?), is like deciphering a foreign language for the beginning student unless of course you are fluent in that language. Which I am! For so long I did not use that language, then one day I discovered Jana and rediscovered my artists tongue. So long unused I, at first, stumbled over the phrases, words and inflections. But I am again becoming fluent with that language of cryptic images and layered meanings.

I slowly fell out of use with the language during my relationship with my first wife. She could not understand and thought that it was crazy that I insisted that she not talk with me when I was creating. My concentration was such at the time that any disturbance killed the soul of my work. She was not an artist, she did not understand. Over time my art took a back seat to the desires of my penis. My brushes and pencils laid virtually untouched for years. Once in awhile I would pick them up, brushing off the dust and cobwebs but the passion was gone and I had forgot the language and they would, before long lay again untouched.

Oh if she had just understood and had not suppressed the language what art I could have made. She was an exotic dancer and was art in motion what paintings I could have created, what magic would have been revealed upon the canvas. But alas she had no understanding and I allowed her to engulf me in her desires instead of my own. After twelve years her needs became more than I could fulfill and she, like the Succubus she is, left me to drain a new victim.

As I began to recover and was starting to rediscover the language I fell prey to another Succubus. This one envisioned herself an artist, a decorator if you will, but never understood that lime green and burgundy are not complimentary colors. She continued the draining the first demon had begun and I started to shrivel and my soul started to wane. She drank and drank until I had no more to give. She drained my emotion, she drained my passion, she drained my bank account and when all was drained that she could drain she left me, as the first one had, for her new victim.

Oh, I fought her, I strived in numerous ways to regain the language, I did not succumb easily but in the end I lost the battle. I knew I had lost the battle the day she said, “I feel nothing when you touch me.” Her draining was complete. She left me with, “I was looking for a good father for my children and I at least accomplished that.” Used, abused and thrown away I lay crumpled, broken, drained. The language was, or so it seemed, forever lost to me.

Enter a graceful Princess to breath life back into my lifeless form. Debbie, being a caring Princess and taking pity upon this poor peasant nursed and healed me at a time when I felt I was forever lost. Though neither her nor I knew it at the time, she is an artist and she nourished me with her artistic soul. She fed me small amounts so that I would not become greedy and engorge myself and slowly I gained strength and started to again understand the passion and language I had lost.

One day Debbie said to me, “I wish I could paint.” With those words the lock was turned within the door that held her artists soul. That door was flung wide and Debbie is discovering, more and more, her own artists soul. It is a young soul and needs much nurturing but very passionate. I am here to help her grow and become strong within the talent she so recently discovered that she has. She is a quick learner and is learning the language of the Artists Life. Her tongue is still thick however and though she is slowly learning the language she is not yet fluent with it. Enter the linguist Jana.

Debbie reads Jana’s communiqués with the same intensity that I do. She admits that she does not always understands but she is still held fascinated by the images Jana paints with her words. Jana too is teaching the fledgling artist to discover the language that lies within her soul.

As Debbie breathed life back into my artists soul Jana has reminded me of my native tongue. And in reminding me of that language so long forgotten she has struck up, within me, inspiration with her words. One example has already come to fruition and started with this phrase;

“A series of narrow doors, painted green, still line the side of the building, and if you don’t look too closely you can see the whores leaning on the door frames, smoking Lucky Strikes, backlit by the dim light of the interiors, calling out into what was an alleyway.”

This phrase from a writing of Jana’s inspired my painting “Whores In The Alley Smoking Their Lucky Strikes.”

Recent musings by Jana are the inspiration for two works I will be completing in the near future and one already completed derived from the same writing;

“….Miss America contest, circa 1950, when it actually meant something” – “…and thought about mermaids and Sea Lion Women, and wondered where they must live, in the ocean.” – “….he is the badass sitting in the corner, waiting for somebody to fuck up.” – “….here come those two Sea Lion Women, pecking at the drama because they like to perform autopsies on things.”

These phrases led to a work that I had, within my mind, “Sea Lion Women and Mermaids Performing Autopsies On Things As The Bad Ass In The Corner Looks On.” It took over a year to complete the painting. I kept getting blocked; my mind would not communicate with my hand and I could proceed no further. Outside of Jana’s phrases of inspiration I was missing the key element that would bring the work together. That element was found when I visited the Titanic Museum in Branson, Missouri.

The next inspiration came from one of Jana’s writings in which she states;

“The local Madame DeFarge laughs and knits.”

When I show off my knowledge of Dickens Literature with a follow-up comment soaked in metaphors from “A Tale of Two Cities” Jana shoots back with;

“GYPSY I wonder if you will paint a Madame DeFarge, knitting and laughing wickedly. Don’t give her red hair. But hopefully, you’ll paint black tights with a little hole in them, on her legs.”

This has inspired a future work which is bouncing around in my head as “Madame DeFarge Laughs and Knits as Madame Guillotine Sings.” I find black tattered tights sexy so they will somehow be included in the work and whether or not the antagonistic Madame DeFarge has red hair remains to be seen.

Last at the moment, but certainly not least is a inspiration derived from a quote in one of Jana’s writings today. It seems as though the Baroness Ampersand has lost a very dear friend whose pleasant memory is a piece of her artistic soul. The memory and force of the loss is evident within the writing as you read the cryptic passage from her past;

“I’d read a book during that time that talked about The Third Reich’s entry into France . The title to the book was, Is Paris Burning? I don’t remember the contents of the book, except for one particular fact. Hitler called his general every day and asked the same question, until he got the answer yes. Is Paris burning? And I linked the three questions in my head, at the time. Every day when The Art Teacher asked, Are you still a virgin? Have you been in his bed? I would answer, Is Paris burning?”

The work that is even now germinating in my head will simply be called, “Is Paris Burning.”

Debbie breathed life back into my artistic soul and Jana breathes life back into my work. Neither of these women set out to intentionally help me to rediscover my artists tongue but just by their words and actions both have helped me to rediscover the passion that lies within the language of the “Artists Life.” Who knows what future inspiration they will give birth to within my fertile soul but I anxiously await that next rush of creative erection that will climax in what I refer to as “A Mental Ejaculation Spewing Forth Creative Juices.” Thank you for the artistic ménage à trios Ladies you both leave me spent and satisfied!

-The GYPSY-
“Art must evoke an emotion in order to be art. If it only creates indifference then it is not art, it is garbage!”




Whore’s In The Alley Smoking Their Lucky Strikes

Tuesday, January 1st, 2013

Whore’s In The Alley Smoking Their Lucky Strikes By: J.A. George – Oil and Acrylic on 18″ x 24″ Gallery Stretched Canvas.

 This Painting and Prints For Sale At

http://artist-alley.artistwebsites.com/featured/whores-in-the-alley-smoking-their-luck-strikes-j-a-george.html

A TURN OF PHRASE

A few years ago my friend and fellow artist the Baroness Ampersand posted a Blog entitled; “THE ARTIST’S LIFE– A BOSS VALENTINE’S DAY” The Blog was about restoration work that the Baroness was performing on a banister inside the old Buford Hotel in Bartlesville, Oklahoma.

The Baroness filled her Blog with worded images of the old hotel and it’s past glory but one paragraph stood out among all the others and caused every single creative juice within me to explode into a fountain of glorious inspiration. It was a moment that the artist lives for it is, in the end, what truly drives us: The inspiration to create that which has never been created, that which has never been thought of before, that which comes up from the deepest and darkest depths of our soul. We bring it into the light and breath life into our creation, our inspiration.

I emailed the Baroness and told her that her words had inspired me. She asked if it was the sentence; “I hear gun belts hitting the floors in some of the rooms, the snap of a shoe shine boy’s chamois below me, and sobbing from the walled up staircase.” I told her that, no it wasn’t, though in and of itself inspiration can be gleaned from a sentence such as that. I told the Baroness that she would just have to wait and find out what had inspired me at the same time everyone else did.

Now is the time to reveal the paragraph that created what I like to refer to as “A mental erection that ejaculates creative juices all over the place”, the paragraph that flipped my switch and turned on my brain on was;

“A series of narrow doors, painted green, still line the side of the building, and if you don’t look too closely you can see the whores leaning on the door frames, smoking Lucky Strikes, backlit by the dim light of the interiors, calling out into what was an alleyway.”

I could explain what I wanted to accomplish with the surreal world that my brush has created but that is not my job. My job is to paint the scene your job is to discern it’s meaning. So without any further ado I present here, with all due thanks to the Baroness Ampersand, what I was able to create:

“WHORES IN THE ALLEY SMOKING THEIR LUCKY STRIKES”

-The GYPSY-
“Art must evoke an emotion in order to be art. If it only creates indifference then it is not art, it is garbage!”