• Posters: "Media Res" signed print on semi-gloss 100 lb. cardstock.
• Giclées: Signed and numbered (series of 25) high quality archival print on canvas. Finished with a colorfast UV gloss varnish, stretched on 3/4" bars, and shipped with hanging hardware.
Original piece painted with oil & acrylic paint pens at the SolPurpose Visionary Art Academy at Sonic Bloom Festival 2016, under the tutelage of Martina Hoffmann, Randal Roberts, and Morgan Mandala.
I already knew they were great people, but it turns out they're all amazing teachers, also, and I was inspired to FINALLY see this kind of learning space facilitated in the festival community, which has in ways assumed the burden of the University without actually living up to it. To start the week with intimate, hands-on initiatory craftwork - Music, Visionary Art, Flow Arts, and Permaculture sections, running parallel - transformed the whole event and I am now excited for the prospects of real lineage transmission in that venue. I have hope for festivals as a rhetorical device to lure our culture's pollinators into curious communion, in a way I haven't had for years.
That's not to say that it was easy or one-sided. Lots of people worked through major darkness in that class and in the festival that followed. I was one of them - and while hurling paint at this dark emblem of my transformation, Martina chatted with me on the balance of the light and darkness of the artist's vision, Giger's fear that he would die to learn his afterlife is like his paintings, my conviction that creators have responsibility to those with less imagination to communicate the best of future possibilities (as agents of reconnaissance - for all of us, like Jews in Exodus, wander through the landscape wondering, and benefit from climbers in our tribe whose bodies love to see the view from nearby hills). This set the tone for hours of profound discussion later with the future-minded Adam Psybe and Robert Jacob Max, both of whom declare the need for, and embody, critics, jesters, and contrarians in the festival world's all-too-often cultish, caste-divided, and escapist attitudes.
This is the start of something beautiful - or, the maturation of a thing that desperately needs to find a master's stance and bear the weight of its identity in culture. The festival is more than just a party, people. We are seeing the emergence of a novel structure that transcends while still including both the city and nomadic people.
The summer of 2016 has unfolded under the transformative crucible of the Grand Mutable Cross – an celestial event pitting the opposing archetypal energies of the planets in a way astrologers consider to be a major turning point in the lives of everyone alive today. June in particular has felt like such a powerful but difficult chance to review my life (with rediscovered photo archives, people from my past appearing out of nowhere, novel opportunities that challenge what I thought I valued, and so on). When I painted this I was in the middle of grieving something major – I do not know what – and preparing to let this mysterious thing go and clear the space it occupies for something new. Not all that unlike dying...
Be sure to scan this piece with the magnifying lens – there is a ton of subtle detail that you won't see otherwise!
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