Prepare my own paints

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Hudley The Jester 2006

“I have a different idea of elegance. I don’t dress like a fop, it’s true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven’t washed away. I’m always immaculately clean, adorned with independence and frankness. I may not cut a stylish figure, but I hold my soul erect. I wear my deeds as ribbons, my wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.”
Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

Years ago when I read Cyrano de Bergerac I have attended to his words with a passion. It makes it hard for me to dress. But I dress in a comfortable honest fashion. Since I was a child I have always loved boots, hats and jackets. Always containing and holding the passion of my soul within them. Until I read Rostand’s book I never knew that there was someones else that saw fashion as I did and do.

Words too are a type of clothing for me with the same regards as “I hold my soul erect.” The creative process as well. Ideas and passions are “deeds as ribbons.” I tend to make a mockery of what is cool or fashionably beautiful. “Threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven’t washed away.”

Green or black tennis shoes, straight leg pants and t-shirts and my Jester outfits hanging in my closet are my “different idea of elegance.” Inside me are goals that do not aspire to the latest fashions but instead inspire to the sensations of my mind, heart and soul.

I have been thinking about William Blake a lot lately. If I could address the inspiration of his “thought body” and “creative soul,” I would dress like him because this is what pulls me. The perfection of his creative dress. I ponder on this and think about how it might be possible to dress to that place of his soul? To be covered by such a sensational creative sense of fashion?

“Blake was not just the author. He also illustrated it, engraved the entire text and the pictures by hand on copper plates, printed it, and hand-colored every copy so that no two were alike. He had even developed the process by which his books were produced, and had prepared his own paints.” *

Sad to say here I do dress like a “Fop.” Yet I am trying to better myself. You see Blake and Bergerac inspire me to make my “truths ring like spurs.”  Did I get that right… ??

*Enjoying “The Book of Thel” by William Blake

Ed Friedlander, M.D.

http://www.pathguy.com/thel.htm

old song that still seems fresh and new ??? How can this be??

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A Wise Art Calling…

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Mantis and a rose…by Hudley

While stumbling in the dust particles of the massive art world. I fell over my broom while sweeping the vastness of art callings. The Haggus Society inspired me to toss over a story, some images and a Baubo Protagonist to an interesting woman curator named J Row.  Take a look if you dare. Laugh if you want, but please just sit back dammit… and easily enjoy another perspective on the art of life… extraordinarily.

Jessica Row

http://jrowart.com/

Artist Stories

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Vagina Project

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Facebook Vagina Project

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The Haggus Society

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Go Paint A Picture of A Pomegranate

Whether Ishtar, Persephone, ancient Eleusinian Mysteries, Aphrodite, Hera or Mary mother of Christ, to name a few Goddesses and their symbolic mysteries, the pomegranate is always there.


While talking at the current opening reception of “Plan B” presented by The Haggus Society, curator Terri Lloyd, artist Liz Huston and I were talking about the round bumpy red pomegranate. A simple fruit that symbolizes deep mysteries handed down through the ages. Terri mentioned that it represents transformation. I was touched by our conversation. My conversation at the Haggus exhibit helped me realize that I am not alone in my insight and intuitive understanding. Maybe this is what initiation is all about?

I remember years back when I had a similar conversation with a religious studies professor at California State University Northridge. I made this connection between the ancient symbol of fruit, Goddesses and Mary. My professor said that it was highly symbolic. He told me that there is, most likely, no relativity to be found there. I was hurt! I also learned that some professors are ignorant and should not be teaching.

Riding the bus from Van Nuys to CSUN, I was often filled with these types of insights. The late 1990’s did not give me the opportunity to bring forth my thoughts as I am doing now. I am happy about this!! A living Mystery! My intuitive self was right on the whole time. What a blessing!!

Sandro Botticelli marvelous painting shows Mary and child. She is holding a pomegranate .


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As a religious studies major I’ve come to see that many cultures and religions have the same connections, sometimes as simple as a piece of fruit.

The pomegranate has been thrown around, here and there, thought out the centuries, always showing up in different places…art, literature and science!! A symbol that creatively whispers to our collective unconscious.  

Years ago, one bright morning,  I found a copy of a Botticelli painting in the trash. A copy of the painting was included in  a large religious calendar. The calendar included twelve paintings of Mary. I was walking son to elementary school when we saw it leaning on someone’s trash can. It was still in good shape. It also was a year old, 1998. I took the calendar home and kept  the calendar for years.

So go eat one. It may tell you something? Dissect it. Or better yet, go paint a picture of a pomegranate! Hold a hand full of reddish seeds and tell me what you think??

“Beautiful indeed is the Mystery given us by the blessed gods: death is for mortals no longer an evil, but a blessing ~ Inscription found at Eleusis”

Sammel Angus, The Mystery Religious and Christianity (London 1925,) 140: Mysteries of the Dark Moon- Demetra George

“Plan B” Art Exhibit

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Sunflower Soul ( Debra Louise Owns )

Haggus Society Art Exhibit “Plan B”

October 1 – December 30, 2014

Opening Reception October 11

6 – 9 PM

Participating Artists

Karen Joy

Liz Huston

Nina Koumachian Ehlig

Jorge Bernal

Joanne Adams

Hudley Flipside

I am presenting for purchase four watercolor paintings:

1. Cromemantis

Cronemantis

Life, death and rebirth is what the Praying Mantis teaches me. We have formed a relationship over the years. Each year in my garden the many small perfectly formed baby mantis come to my garden each spring. The mantis matures through the summer months. In August the big golden green mama mantis lays her egg sack. Then she dies. The continuity of life comes forth again next spring. In this watercolor painting I capture the essence of Cronemantis’s charm and beauty. She shows off her wings in the glow of moon phases within her flower garden.

2. Sunflower Soul

The sunflower symbolically represents the soul or solar plexus. The harvest time of experience and adventure. Pomegranates balance out this watercolor painting with the memories of youth and fun at the end of summer. Heading to the hill to pull the fruit from the trees to eat the jeweled sweets.

3. Praying Mantis Mandala

Praying Mantis Mandala

The colors in this watercolor painting blends colors of flowers and the Praying Mantis. This symbolizes my reverence for nature.

4. Baubo Protagonist

BAUBO PROTAGONSIT by Hudley FLipside 7 20 2014

Baubo’s myth and archetypal archaic knowledge is symbolically shared in this cartoon magazine cover. A new twist on Flower Power. When Demeter lost her daughter Persephone to the underworld she is deep in grief. It is Demeter’s maid servant that pulls up her skirt exposing herself. Naked below, Baubo, made Demeter laugh. Baubo Protagonist transforms! As a woman, as a flower pollinating humanity with the thoughts of equality and love. Men are transformed by her mighty power!! She is awesome glorious in her nakedness! Lampoonery!! A Flopside Comic production.

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Another May Day and so it is the same dance..

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Pole in the middle of a circle of dancing folks… many bright colors and twirling and stamping feet. This is the May Pole.

It is symbolically showing us the alluring sexual dance of males and females and for the blessings of fruition. Reminds me of the  youngest son and how he is learning about this very subject. He is not shy as I am about those words, the Penis and Virgina or how pollen from flowers is similar to sperm. He is almost clinical about it. The May Pole is not so clinical but very symbolic of this spring day of allergies and romancing and such.

Sometimes life can get repetitious unlike the howling wind this Spring.

  Happy May Day from my garden to you.. a gardenia !!


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improbably negative.

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The Plague Hospital, Fransisco de Goya

Once I knew only darkness and stillness… my life was without past or future… but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.~ Helen Keller

 The Twilight Zone can be pleasant before sunset when the sky sometimes bursts forth with color which should only be part of our dreams.  Shadowy faces from light and shadow play move on trees and in corners of our streets. Glen told me once if you look into this type of twilight without focus and expand your vision to include you peripheral vision, a world of nature spirits will open up to you. One can do this on stormy cloudy days as today.  Yet the twilight zone story that I am going to share is a focus around a charterer who almost got caught in this place between light and dark; where escape seemed improbably negative. The experience lasted a year.

After a negative reaction to a drug the women seemed agitated and unable to lie down. She got up and tried to take a shower in her hospital room. Then the thought of running and jumping out the window seemed the logical thing to do. They stopped and sedated her. She was only in the hospital for a normal hospital colonoscopy. Something went terribly wrong and she ended up staying in the hospital for two days. Before leaving, a morning nurse accidentally gave her some Prozac. Maybe the supervising doctor thought she was crazy? Regardless, without a psychological evaluation the unescapable twilight zone began.

On the couch at home lights moved through her body, she experienced an electrical storm shooting up and down her spine. Anxiety crept up around her as a succubus that never left her side; He stretched out a large woven black sheet above her. It rested above the trees and over her life. Always waiting for something to come… she felt the twilight zone ever-present.

“Nurse I am so anxious, I think I will lose my mind.” She said to the nurse on the phone.

“Take deep breaths. A powerful drug has been released into your body.”

The battle for her mind began; throwing away all prescription drugs from stupid doctors: that made her feel crazy and in the toilet they went.  She walked, took homeopathic remedies, herbs and waited for the opaque Madonna to make her first attack.

“Will I ever feel normal again?” She said to herself.

Her will alone brought her back slowly.

The dark illuminating entity that mocked her unfeeling steps was slowly replaced by light. In her dark mind a knowing grasped her that was just the opposite of a gamma-ray explosion; for it was the core of a cold etching, calculating, scientific, and faithless mind.

Though she could not focus in to watch TV for weeks, she slowly began to watch sitcoms. The humor, family problems and stupid antics of Tim Taylor from the series Home Improvement chased the boogie man away. Friendly books off dusty shelves and talking her walks in nature also helped her out of the dark twilight zone. The feelings of a normal life began to move her. Music, live music, dancing and beer gave her the gifts of beautiful rituals! Once again she felt the loving and beating hearts of her children.

The rapture of living.”

Shyane

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