MACHINE GUN FACE (WAR MACHINE II) 12" x 16" ~ Acrylic on canvas
This is a character I plan to use in my latest large project, (TRANSMUTATIONISTS) I'm sure he will look considerable different by the time he gets in the big picture.
Transmutationists is a painting full of (allegorical) characters such as this. These players in my painting, (Painted story, if you will) are representative of the melding of man and machine. A merger or a unification of our inventions, our bodies and our minds.
Perhaps this idea is becoming cliche. However, I'm still very much interested in it.
In the large painting I am depicting different possibilities. Some are warlike, like this guy. Some are devoted to energy, some to information, some possibly to something more esoteric. I'm not done with the piece yet. It will show up here on DA eventually ... of course.
RED GARDEN (The things in my Red Garden) UNDERWORLD III
8" x 10" Acrylic on mounted masonite panel ~ 6/2009
This is the third in my series "UNDERWORLD". This is the smallest so far. It depicts a part of my garden, while I lay there, looking up at the dust particles, the insects beginning to crawl upon me. The more I look, the more I see. Underworld is the world that exists around us, within us and without us. We are part of it, but most of us have no idea that it exists.
Memento Mori ~ ("Remember your Death", or "Be mindful of your impending death" or "remember you shall die" ~ My translation is questionable)
18" x 24" Acrylic on panel ~ October 2009
One of the "UNDERWORLD" paintings I've been creating in the past few months. This one is changing however. As you can see, human faces are beginning to show up. In this case, they are the dead floating in the still waters before the symbol of death, the skull. The skull is being overgrown with reeds showing the passing of time. I'm not sure where I'll take this underworld theme next.
"UNDERWORLD I" is the first in what I hope will become a series of "UNDERWORLD" paintings. When I use the word "underworld" I am referring to many tiny worlds that exist all around us, and even upon and within us. I am interested in the flora and fauna that live in these tiny worlds "under" our normal field of vision. The things that one must hunt for in the grass, in the pools of water, or even with a microscope. The small worlds of life that exist in abundance, but which we ignore in our ever more self consumed "life styles".
This subject for my work is the obvious evolution of my prior works, such as "CRUSTACEAPODS"( [link]) and my "MICROBIA" paintings. This one is subtitled "INSECTUS"
(UNDERWORLD II) ~ ZOOOIDS (ZOO-OYDS) 12" x 12" Acrylic on canvas ~ 6/15/2009
My second painting in the series "UNDERWORLD" , these are the 'ZOOOIDS' or 'ZOOIDS', (** see definitions below) Self-replicating organisms through means other than sex.
My creatures are based on living things called "Siphonophora". The illustrations I discovered are from the bio-drawings of Ernst Haeckel, (from the book; "ART FORMS IN NATURE") (Ernst Haeckel: [link]) Sometimes I meander through this lovely book to get jolts of inspiration. (and also to enjoy, always that!)
I'm also currently working on #3 in the 'Underworld' series which I plan to title "FAUNA vs FLORA", or vise-versa.
Definitions of "ZOOIDS"
1. any organic body or cell capable of spontaneous movement and of an existence more or less apart from or independent of the parent organism. 2. any animal organism or individual capable of separate existence, and produced by fission, gemmation, or some method other than direct sexual reproduction. 3. any one of the recognizably distinct individuals or elements of a compound or colonial animallike organism, whether or not detached or detachable.
zo·oid (zō'oid' ￼ n. 1. An organic cell or organized body that has independent movement within a living organism, especially a motile gamete such as a spermatozoon. 2. An independent animallike organism produced asexually, as by budding or fission. 1. One of the distinct individuals forming a colonial animal such as a bryozoan or hydrozoan.
'SUPPLICANT' or "SUPPLICATION to the INEVITABLE" (a painting in of my 'TRANSHUMANISUM' series) 10" X 10" (25.4 cm. X 25.4 cm) Acrylic on wood panel October 2008, Los Angeles
My mind wanders to visions of a future after the angry Mohammedans have set off their suitcase W.M.D.'s, and a chain reaction has occurred, leaving not much other than a poor few folks who probably envy the dead.
In more logical thinking, I doubt any human life will remain after 'everything' hits the fan. The seeds of racial and religious hatred, territorialism and insouciance for the stability of our environment will eventually come to an inevitable conclusion. The human race will go out with a pathetic whimper, not a defiant howl. Of course, I hope this is many years away but we can't be sure of that. We can't be sure of anything anymore.
It's fun to imagine a post-apocalyptic world full of tough survivalist guys and sexy women. Visions gleaned from TV and Movies where heros can overcome any obstacle. Suffering and anguish is what happens to "others". These "victims" are at fault for being too old, or too young, or not going to the gym enough. In fact, The entertainment media glamifies the horrors in subtle ways. Shows like "24" and "THE UNIT" are full of propaganda which bombards viewers with America's War Mongering, torturer policies and glorifies the militant 'Superman Survivalist Good Guy' bullshit. Perhaps a race of sociopathic sado-masochists will evolve and make this a reality?
Even though I know it's lethal crap, I laugh along with everyone, and love these shows. My trusty TIVO gets them all for me! I still cherish my adolescent fantasies of survivors who are willing and able to flourish in a Post-Apoc "Mad-Max" Stone Age. I dig all the destruction, murder, War, degradation and humiliation!
Here, in this painting, I have painted a meek survivor, supplicating his/her self to the more powerful, huge and emotionless cyborgian priest. In the future the Priesthood of Cyborgs will possess the final truth and be the providers for the remaining meek humans ( who have inherited* the Earth, but not what the Christians expected).
All prayers and sacrifices are made to the immortal machines. The machine clerics have become the spiritual leaders and oracles of the planet, the new religious hierarchy. The ultimate religion which believes in complete randomness. Their spiritual followers are the human detritus, remnants of the suicided race, their dwindling flock. And in the course of nature, the latter will perish, and the machines will rebuild and evolve themselves into a more perfect organism which will reign until something better comes along.
* Blessed are the worms, for they shall inherit our bodies" ~ rs connett. Circa 1997