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El Duende

This post reads chronologically in reverse. That is to say, the most recent developments on my El Duende project are at the top of the post and where I started is at the bottom. Enjoy!

Completion (maybe) (3/2624): “Gold Wings”

It was hung on the wall in our room with the other group members work. Mine proved too heavy for the Command Strips, so it fell. Rocky and several other pieces fell off. I took it home and repaired it. Then I applied gold leaf to Ifrid’s wings. I was truly winging it. I applied it using white paint as adhesive on the wing on the right and then I watched a Youtube tutorial on how to gold leaf. I did it over along with the left wing, a bit better, still not fully following recommended procedure. I don’t have all of the tools, or the correct adhesive, but it’s pretty.

El Duende Gold Wings

Week Eight (2/22/24): “Cranford’s Horde”

As it turns out, this was our last week in this experiment in the group. We can choose to continue, if we wish to, on our own. I feel like I may have finished it today. I added a several more of my antique, political buttons, which I had been hording for over half a century. I scattered more of them among my classmates, as well. I scattered more of Ifrits’s jewels all over the canvas. I added some silver and gold squiggles to her wings and various colored lines to her scales, as signs of wear and tear from guarding her horde.

I have learned tht I have been a dragon, hording useless trinkets and shiny things. As we have downsized from larger living spaces to smaller, we have lightened up and simplified, but I still have much more to get rid of. Let’s see where this journey takes me.

I don’t think Ifrit & Rocky are finished with me yet.

Week Seven (2/15/24): “Ifrit & Rocky”

Each week, the work is given a different name, as it changes. This week, before I went to art therapy, I asked my grandchildren to suggest names for the dragon. Jacob suggested Ifrit from German mythology. The squirrel had been named Rocky by me almost eight years ago, when I received him as a gift when I was recovering from open heart surgery.

This week I used tempera sticks to add rainbow colors in six textured stripes arranged from top to bottom: purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red. I a painted blue wavy line across and one up the canvas. I painted a couple of random, orange, wavy lines, and a red, wavy line. One of the orange lines is a bit jagged. I added more antique, pinback buttons from my horde, including my first SEIU pin from 1975 and one of Emil’s union pins from 1933.

Week Six (2/8/24): “Dragon Scales”

This week, I did not rotate the canvas, since that would cause the dragon to lose too many jewels, and to take a nosedive. I used hot glue to affix the dragon’s scales, which are DVDs which I had cut in thirds. I cut a couple of the thirds in half again. I melted four black, plastic spoons enough to bend them for legs and tucked them under the scales. I added a few random jewels and pinback buttons and tore up some cotton balls and glued them to the canvas representing pinkish smoke billowing up above Ifrit’s nostrils.

The squirrel died. He no longer speaks when you squeeze him. I think Rocky was 8 years old, after all.

Dragon Scales

Week Five (2/1/24): “Dragon”

As usual, I started by rotating the canvas a quarter turn, on the obverse side. I glued various “jewels” roughly across the middle of the square, horizontally. They are plastic, clear and several colors, using Mod-Podge. I glued metallic, gold, lacy fabric across, loosely, on top of the jewels as the start of an abstract dragon. I pinned Grandpa Emil Haapaa’s Mpls. Chauffeur’s License (expiration 1955) pinback button on the face of the dragon as its eye. I used the pin from another larger button to attach a stuffed squirrel, that I had received when I was recuperating from open heart surgery in 2016. He chirps when you squeeze him. Rocky is sitting on the neck of the dragon as pilot. I stapled a few silver fabric “blossoms” around the edge of the canvas and added a few more random pinback buttons from my collection. I’m collecting obsolete CDs & DVDs and cutting them into thirds to glue between the layers of the gold fabric for the dragon’s scales, next Thursday.

There is much more to the story of Grandpa Emil. He was not my grandpa, but he was a dear friend, and played a key part in my formation.

Dragon

Week Four (1/25/24): “Chatter, chatter,chatter, chatter.”

This week, I painted on the back of the canvas. There are few rules in El Duende, since the end game is to lose control. Being an artist, my apartment’s walls are covered with paintings by me, and by others. Then there is the TV screen that talks to us and spews incessant text; and the laptop screens; and the stupid-phone screens: “chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter. Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter.” Text, type, code, words, screens, decor, cluttering our eye-space and minds. We see it all of the time. What do we perceive?

I rotated the canvas before I did anything to the obverse or the reverse side. The first thing you may notice is the larger patches of blue. I adhered shiny, rather sheer fabric pieces of random shape to the canvas and varnished over them. I added a couple of patches of red paint and re-coated the inside of the oyster tin with a fresh coat of cerulean blue. Then I affixed some old, political pinback buttons from the 1950s and 1970s, as well as some supporting social and environmental concerns. from my collection. I have hundreds of them. I gave a friend in the room my “Jesus Loves Gays” button. One of the buttons says “”L.R.Y.” I have never known where that came from or what it means.

Meaningless chatter? Are we starting to lose control?

Week Three (1/18/24): “Quilt Deconstructed”

Quilt Deconstructed

On the third Thursday, I gave the canvas another clockwise quarter turn. I also measured it. It is 40″ x 40″. I had incorrectly reported it as being 4′ x 4′ on Week One. I continued with the theme of found objects. I chose a floral fabric, a rainbow stripe fabric, and a silver lemay fabric from Bethann’s quilting stash. I also raided our therapist’s faux fur and felt box for a piece of red felt and a few pieces of off-white ‘fur’. On some of the fabrics, I traced shapes of a vodka bottle (which we now use for our olive oil), a hand sanitizer bottle, our screen cleaner kit, a decagonal jelly jar, and another, simple round jar. More of the fabric I cut into triangles.

I used water based varnish and painted it where I wanted to place the fabric patches, then pressed them into it, then varnished over them; with the exception of the furs, the felt and the lemay.

I still don’t know where this is going. It is the most exciting project to date in art therapy.

Week Two (1/11/24): “Found Objects”

Found Objects

This week, I traced more found objects: a roughly triangular shaped, vodka bottle, a smoked oyster tin, a soda bottle cap, foam stuffing out of a new shoe, a needle-nosed pliers, and a butane lighter. I cemented some of the items to the canvas, as well as the gasket that I used to paint the smaller dot last week. I also rotated the canvas.

Week One (1/4/24): “Wonder Dots”

Wonder Dots

I am currently enrolled in an art therapy group at Penn Foundation. We meet for three hours, once a week, on Thursdays. For January, we are each creating an El Duende. If you followed that link, you realize that this is not a simple concept. It is art that is out of control, like the Flamenco is dance that is passionate dance out of control. Above is my first week’s work, before I hardly knew what El Duende meant. I still am learning. Our therapist will not allow us to take our work home, so we only have three hours each week to work on it. Not hardly enough. I started with a 4′ x 4′ canvas, which was a used drop-cloth I stretched on bars and primed with scraps of various shades of yellow paint. The small dots were painted inside a gasket I found on the sidewalk on the way to the car on my way to class that morning. The larger circles were traced around the top and bottom of a paper cup from the water fountain in the hallway outside of class. I am painting with white, red, yellow, blue, and orange acrylics. I will try to update this post weekly until this project is done.

It remains to be seen whether or not it will be for sale or will be worth buying.

Self-Portrait #10

Self-Portrait #10

I have found that when I get stuck for very long in my painting, it often helps me to get unstuck for me to paint a new style of self- portrait. So, yesterday, I painted this little doodle: sort of a combination abstract and pointilist self-portrait, with lipstick and glasses.

It is on a 12″ diameter stretched canvas. If you really want it, talk to me. we can haggle. Therapy not included.

Valentine’s Day Paintings 2017

For Valentine’s Day, this year, I painted on 6″ x 6″ stretched canvasses for each of our five grandchildren. It was not planned this way, but as it turned out, they all have purple or lavender in them. They say purple is the most provocative of colors. I think it is fun. These paintings have been well received on Facebook. Here goes!

Asters, etc.

“Asters, etc.” is for Brigitta, age 9. She loves green and is a very good, abstract artist in her own right (better than me). In art, anyway, I find it hard to break free from physical reality. This is a freestyle interpretation of asters, with a couple of undefined, red weed flowers blooming, above the jumble of mixed foliage below.

Goldfinch with pulple coneflowers

“Goldfinch” is for Elijah, age 9. He loves it! It is based on a photograph I had taken through the front door window of our house on Front Street. It was the same goldfinch who had serenaded me at arm’s length while I paused on my morning walk just after my open heart surgery.

Lavender Sunflower

My painting for Isabella is of a  sunflower, but with lavender petals. When she saw it, she said, “Poppop, you are a genius!” I surmise she likes it.

Bizaro Skittles

Jacob’s 11th birthday is next week. He wants a cat. His dad does not want any more animals in addition to his three sons in the house. So I painted him “Bizaro Skittles.” It is a portrait of my cat, mirrored, in purple and pale green.

yes!

“yes!” is for our 12-year-old grandson Aidan. I wrote around the sides: “Even when the answer is No, it says YES! I love you. 2 Corinthians 1:19”
It came to me that he is of the age and temperament that he needs to hear this. When his parents or other adults tell him no, it is not because they don’t want him to have fun, it is because they love him and want him to have a long and happy life. I explained this to him when I gave him the painting. He gave me a huge, tight, long hug-of-war hug.

Right Parietal Lobe

Doctors did a study of Vietnam veterans with brain injuries and found them to be much more religious and tending toward fundamentalism and orthodoxy than those who did not have brain injuries. They explored further and found that decreased activity in the right parietal lobe is associated with feelings of oneness with the universe. “People with injuries to the right parietal lobe of the brain reported higher levels of spiritual experiences, such as transcendence,” according to Brick Johnstone. The right parietal lobe is associated with visual-spatial perception. I have a unique defect in my brain there. The right side of my brain never developed adult arteries to feed blood to the right parietal, temporal and occipital lobes. I have a single fetal artery from my vertebral artery feeding three fetal arteries each to these lobes. Two of these should be fed from adult arteries from the carotid and only one from the vertebral. They had never seen anything like this at HUP. Consequently, I have had six little strokes in my right parietal lobe as a result of migraines and 50 TIAs. I first heard about this study in a radio interview on NPR with Frank Schaeffer about six years ago, about the same time I was learning about my brain defect.

I have finally concluded that my experience of god was just my right parietal lobe having fun with me. So this is my abstract rendering of it done with a pen cap and a pencil eraser.

The painting is acrylic on 12″ x 12″ stretched canvas.

Price: $120 plus postage.

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Shapes of Desire / Lines in the Sand

Shapes of Desire / Lines in the Sand

Every one of us is the result of the coming together of a man and woman. Men and women attract one another. It’s as simple as the Madison Avenue maxim: “Sex sells!” There are shapes, movements, scents and sounds that all go into making someone of the opposite sex more or less attractive or desirable. The survival of the species relies on this attraction. Humans are complicated, however. There is the problem of male dominance ranging from wage disparity to the rape culture, which is on full display in the White House in the Trump confusion. (One cannot in honesty call it an administration.)

So two simple white lines on a hot red background with all the right bulges could lead the mind to thoughts of desire. Or the lines could be seen as battle lines in the war of the sexes.

Painting is acrylic on 17-7/8″ on 23-7/8″ stretched canvas
Price: $100 reduced to $50 plus postage

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“You’re Welcome!”

"You're Welcome!"

This piece was a long time in the making. The core of it has sat as a text on what is my now defunct cellphone since December 17, 2015. It is crude and ridiculous. Diamond sent it to me after we had helped her and her man for over a year in various ways. Among other things, it includes the first and second and only times I have been called a bitch. When I read it, I broke into uproarious laughter. I determined then and there that I had to somehow immortalize this. This was by far the most creative “thank you” I had ever received for helping someone in 30 years of serving among the poor! I showed Tony. He couldn’t believe it. Earlier that evening, we had delivered their belongings back to them that they had stored in our barn since August. Some people just have a hard time saying thank you.

On August 14 Diamond and Rashawn had dropped off five huge garbage bags of their belongings at our barn for safe-keeping and tried to pull a fast one by just assuming they could arrive at our house with their stuff, and move in. They had not asked. They did not even ask for the ride. They just slipped into the back seat of John’s car. John just assumed they must have worked something out with me. They sat silently all the way home from Phila. to our home in Souderton, figuring I wouldn’t have the nerve to turn them away. I was home, because I was ill. When I heard them in the backyard, I lost it.

Tony had never seen me or heard me in such a rage before. I just could not understand the sheer gall at the level of presumption and deception that it took to try to do that. It was not like we didn’t have history. At Memorial Day, she had tried to guilt me into paying for a month’s rent, even though the weather was OK, and we had no money.  When I did not pay it, she accused me of driving drunk, (She had seen me have 3 beers all day, several hours before we left to bring them home.) One used to be able to read about our appeal and the story on The King’s Jubilee’s site, before TKJ went out of business.

Over the last two years, as I have had open heart surgery for my aortic valve replacement; and as our house was foreclosed on and auctioned by the sheriff; as I went through three infections in my chest incision and ended up allergic to a ninth antibiotic;  almost all of the old supporters and volunteers were silent, invisible, evaporated. with a few notable exceptions. Then I would refer to this glorious text message and have a good laugh. Diamond had really put her heart into it!

When our team was serving food in the park, Tony saw them. They were too embarrassed to come over for food. He called me. I told him to take food to them. He did, and gave them my love.

On the left side of the painting I wrote, “At least she said something. Read Revelations 3:16-18. It’s more than I can say for most of the church people in my life.”

Revelation 3:16-18  So, because you are lukewarm-neither hot nor cold-I am about to spit you out of my mouth. You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.

So the painting was done in layers. It is the logo of The King’s Jubilee in subdued tones on a 24″ square canvas. Painted over that is the QR Code for the text that Diamond sent me on December 17, 2015. That way, anyone with a smart phone with a QR Code app can read it, but it is not visible to casual observers or children. I thought this was a much better solution than counted cross-stitch. I discussed it with my therapist today. She and I had a good laugh. I said, “When I post this, the shit is probably going to hit the fan.” She said, “So what! That is what good art is supposed to do. It provokes a response.”

I asked her if she didn’t think I was totally off my nut for preserving this text in this way and doing this. She told me, no, quite the contrary. I had taken this ridiculous attack, seen it for what it was, and now turned it into something beautiful.

You’re Welcome.

Painting is 24″ x 24″ acrylic on stretched canvas.

SOLD

The irony here is the first time I shared it at a public showing, the first one to hit it with a QR code reader on a phone was a 9-year-old girl. I heard, “Look at this, daddy.” And I thought, “O shit.” I explained to him. We had a good chuckle. Our next door neighbor, who was visiting the show, stopped by, enjoyed the story, liked the painting, and bought it.

Hope #15 Racial Equality

Hope #15 Racial Equality

When I was a child there was a “Flesh” Crayon in my box of 64 colors. It was for an obviously pale complected person like me. Some time in the 1970s, Binney & Smith replaced the wrapper on that Crayon with “Peach”. It was the same color, only the times had changed. By the mid 1980s, I saw a box of 16 Crayons, which were all different shades. All 16 were labeled “Flesh”. The times, they had changed! By the time Obama was elected in 2008, some White folks presumed to declare that we had become “post-racial”, proving just how out of touch they were with the Black, Hispanic, and Native American experience in this country. American police murder an average of two Black men and 1 to 2 Native Americans every day without consequence. They have been doing this every day for over 150 years. Then there are the incarceration rates, the jobless rates. The infant mortality rates, and on and on.

Then Trump appoints Nazis and KKK and openly supports them from the White House! It looks bad now. But, believe me, he is an old man and not healthy. His party and the Democrats are not healthy. A new day is coming.

We dare to hope! We want the whole box of Crayons! People are people!

Bigots can go to hell, sooner rather than later, please!

Painting is acrylic on 6″ x 6″ x 1.75″ stretched canvas.

Price: $20 reduced to $10 plus postage

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Hope #10 Garden

Hope #10 Garden

It was sometime in the second half of the 1980s. I was Mennonite Chaplain for Philadelphia Prisons. Duncan Mbogo Wangigi, the head of Regions Beyond Christian Mission was visiting our church. He had some free time. I was assigned to “entertain” him. I had the task of picking up an ex-offender from Phila. House of Corrections to take him to Liberty House, the aftercare house I helped set up in Schwenksville, PA. Duncan headed up the largest African based, Christian mission agency. He was in the US to continue his theological education. I thought this was a colossal mistake. He had finished his course work, so was doing some fundraising work for his mission agency. We drove from Montgomery County down to Center City to pick up Angel from City Hall. He wanted to get his final “Spanish” haircut before he went to the suburbs, so we went to his barber. Then we went to his mom’s house. She treated us to a fine feast. I digress.

Duncan was in shock. He had been touring all over the US and had never seen such sights. He had been in the worst parts of Africa, yet he had never been in such fear as he was with me in that car in Philadelphia. He asked if I had taken him to a different country. I told him that he knew his geography better than that. There were oceans between us and other countries or hours of land travel. He said that even in the poorest parts on Africa, people had a place to grow some vegetables or some grain. Here there was nothing! He said this was this was the worst poverty he had seen. He told me that he was going to tell all the people he would speak to after that, that they were neglecting their own Jerusalem, while helping the regions beyond.

So Hope #10 is to have a garden, to have some measure of food independence.

Painting is acrylic on 8″ x 8″ stretched canvas.

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Hope #1 Golden Valley

Hope #1 Golden Valley

I have set a challenge for myself this month to paint a picture of hope every day of January for Perkasie Fun-A-Day 2018. When I did an internet search for images of hope, most just had the word in it. A few had a tender plant sprouting up. One had a tree sprout coming up from a crack in the pavement. That was on my list to do, already. There were candles and there were scripture verses and other pithy sayings. There were fewer than 30 unique ideas in the images. Almost all of them contained words. I started this painting with a blank, cadmium yellow 20″ x 20″ x 1-1/2″ canvas.

Bright yellow is the color Buddhists use to signify hope, blessing, happiness, or good luck. Christian iconography also uses it to signify blessing or glory, which is the “blessed hope”. I looked at it, pondered it, and let it tell me how to turn a blank, yellow square into an image that conveyed hope. The result was wheat, loaded with grain. I grew up in Golden Valley, Minnesota, the home of General Mills. It had been a crossroads for a mill since 1875, with the rest being golden wheat fields until about 1960 when the rest was carved out of the prairie to house us baby boomers and our WW2 veteran parents. The next suburbs out were Crystal and New Hope. Everyone listened to the farm reports with the futures prices, weather, etc., and the off-color, farmer jokes on the major CBS affiliate AM radio station that went coast to coast overnight. Even though half of the state’s population lived in the “Cities” (Mpls/St. Paul), everyone knew that agriculture was where their bread was buttered, literally and figuratively. Just as in millennia past, even though our Golden Valley was no longer waving with grain, but had golf courses and Kentucky Bluegrass, our hope was still in the golden fruit of the grass growing on the prairie to the west.

Painting is acrylic on 20″ x 20″ x 1-1/2″ stretched canvas.

Price: $120 reduced to $60 plus postage

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Catnip

Catnip

This painting represents my first headlong plunge into abstract art, with a whimsical, primitive twist. I decided to name it “Catnip”. Whether you want to think of the cat’s mind being altered or the viewer’s is up to you.

The painting is acrylic on 24″ x 12″ stretched canvas.

Price: $40 plus postage

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Self-Portrait

Self-Portrait

I’ve felt alienated in my own country since Trump’s inauguration. He is trying to dismantle the entire Bill of Rights using executive orders. So I painted myself as an alien, but with a wide open eye. We are watching. We are taking names. We are organizing for the revolution. I don’t mean for the Democrats to regain control. I mean for the capitalists to finally lose control. Trump is exposing what capitalism is really about. The Democrats worked hand in glove to put him in power and are doing little to obstruct his fascism. The true patriots, the ones who are now feeling like strangers in the land of their birth or land of their choice, will rise up to set things right.

The painting is acrylic on 16″ x 20″ stretched canvas.

Price: $200 plus postage

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