Prepare my own paints

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.

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

A Wise Art Calling…

Rose and Mantis
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

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“Plan B” Art Exhibit

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


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.


improbably negative.

The Plague Hospital, Fransisco de Goya
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.”


Mantis Jazz cafe


Going to make a Liverwurst sandwich with Roma tomatoes on French bread with mayonnaise and mustard; a couple drips of grape seed oil and vinegar. Salt and pepper and baby I will chase that steamy Pluto away.

 I saw her come out after the boys, from that steamy deep place, all I could do was shake my head…knowing that she was a friend. I saw the steam come up and her t-shirt was damp. How many guys from the band came out of there? Who knows…?

 Dreams…those dreams can be washed away with a film, food and a cup of Coffee . My libido is somewhere down there. Up here I don’t want to exercise or talk romance… maybe a few hours in the garden will chase steamy Pluto away.

The saxophone and the xylophone move baby move me into the cool zone…

A strange shot…

A strange shot...

Thankx Mom  & Dad (a rogue wave)

“Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I’ll go eat worms,
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.”

This above picture is a strange shot, on a strange day in the strangest month … well smash July and August together. I consider them strange months, which I hate. Yet, throughout this strangeness I finally framed a watercolor of mine called the Wild Holly Hawk. Thanks go to my Mom and Dad who indirectly paid for the frame and a selection of art supplies also. Even though it took a great deal of energy and will to get in the car and drive to Aaron Brothers, I finally did it. Some nice sales in the store added to the strangeness of the day in a happy strange way too. A new frame. It was not a cheap one either. I also got another one for a penny. A magnetic frame for a cartoon; a selection from the Adventures of Mr. Fuck, who by the way is a very strange human being. Mr. Fuck and The Annoying Orange is the chosen selection.


If ya can’t have fun with your kids over silly words and expressions…ya might as well throw in the towel. ~ Mr. Shit

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