La Virgen
Este es La Virgen de Guadalupe, con safos. La llevo conmigo por dondequiera que viajarme. Pintado con mucho amor, en memoria de mí abuelita, Dolores Pauline Rojas.
Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, 2003. Acrylic on masonite, 11.5"x16".
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Guidance, 2010.
It’s been 9 months since I’ve painted. Here’s the fruit, inspired by taking my son to the park in the summer. I am mother hear me rooooaar. I’ll write more post-caffeination…enjoy + toodles 
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Guidance, 2010. Acrylic on canvas, 2'x2'.
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cane season
This time of year is so fresh, so rife with clouds and change. As a school child, I loathed it. The ominously close, turbulent skies and intermittent sunshine signified a darkening in my soul that came with going back to school. I vividly remember sitting on the schoolbus and lamenting the drizzle and cloudcover. Flash forward 25 years and I’m remiss to loathe anything about it. With a little understanding, this time of year just feels good.
On the Atlantic coast, June through November marks what is known to it’s inhabitants and weather enthusiasts as hurricane season. The weather patterns don’t usually pick up strength until August, when rapidly warming ocean temps clash with dominant air pressure cells to generate to telltale soupy grey skies and winds that hang low over land. Far from the ocean, this type of weather feels like punishment. Less than 200 miles East, it’s very, very different.
From now until the ocean water grows cold in late fall, tropical depressions and super low pressure systems will bring dependable surf to our coast. There is no strong, reliable surf without the turmoil and grey skies of August and September. It wasn’t until my roaring 20s that I discovered this secret that turns my beloved Jersey Shore, the object of ridicule by many, into a bona fide Private Idaho, Shangri-la, mini mecca, or any other reverant name you can attach to a place. These fluctuations in bariatric pressure cause the waves to built into organized swells, with specific velocities, wave heights, and currents, that when the conditions are right, create surfable New Jersey shorelines.
I’ve been out in hurricanes with waves of 10-15′ and there is nothing on the planet that makes me feel more alive. I look back fondly on the days when I was surfing Ocean City with “Hamburger”, pounded by beach break, paddled out and felt what it was like to be your own ocean-going vessel. I knew right then a 9-5 job would never do. I need the freedom to drive out to catch a swell, regardless of what day of the week it is, or how far away. I wait for the day when my son is old enough to join me in the water. Until then, yearly hurricane season sabbaticals with have to tide me over.
6'2" Lost fish
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don’t sweat the technique
Staring at a blank canvas is intimidating. It’s like creating your MySpace profile way back in 2005- You caved and got one like the rest of your friends, now what? Open it up and it’s this blank, vacuous parcel of cyberspace awaiting your footprint. Eesh. How do you present yourself- or, as is the case with this blog, your talent, urge, or creative impetus?
Another fancy art concept is underpainting. Underpainting opens it up for business. It’s the marks you take to the surface that break the tension of blank space. More than making a mark, in underpainting, you sketch out the basic picture with your brush or whatever type of tool you’re using to form the skeleton of an image.
Layers of underpainting for "Lupinus Nooktatensis".
You can use squiggly marks, curlicues, bright dashes of color, pencil, anything really to mess up that nice white space and tell it what you want it to be. Session by session, layers of underpainting come together to form a cohesive image. The underpainting can have a substantial visual energy that lends itself to the end product:
"Lupinus nooktatensis", final. Acrylic on panel, 1'x1', 2009.
I hope I didn’t lose any of you there. Back to human-speak…I painted this as a gift for my cousin and her husband who just moved to the Olympic Penninsula from Juneau, AK. It’s a picture of a flower native to southeast Alaska called the “Nookta Lupine.” Throughout the year, and especially in times of famine, the native inhabitants of the area would rely on the tuberous root of this plant for food. So there you have it, ethnobotany and technique in one tidy little package…
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hippytown
Fond memories…
03.20.07:
I came to a realization today. I live in a freaking hippytown, and I don’t mean that in the derogatory sense…I mean that in the sense that that’s awesome.
Living in a hippy town inclines a person to hippiedom. Por ejemplo, I woke up today and instead of stewing about the house, I went for a walk along the lake. You can do that in a hippytown. There’s more. From the lake in the hippytown, you can walk to the library and use the hippy community library internet computers. It’s so rad. And so free. Who needs money when you live in a hippytown?
When you live in a hippytown, you might want money to go across the street from the library to the health food store. You can ask the owner about the new hippy vitamins and find some green tea soda to go with your vegan mock-tuna sandwich. That’s how I do in hippytown. You really have to take advantage of what’s available to you in a hippytown. If you don’t you won’t realize that you live in one and it will seem normal and dull. This is not something that you want in a place to live. NOT a good look . You want to live in a hippytown. You just don’t know it.
In a hippytown you will run into your hippy friend yoga instructors from the townie yoga studio. They will give you smelly hugs. You marvel at their dreadlocks and briefly entertain the idea of styling some for yourself, then you dismiss it. Maybe you’re just a transient.
Speaking of the local townie yoga studio, it is pretty, with nice hardwood floors hewn from tree trunks. There are lots of soft purple curtains. It is right next to the best Christian coffee shop, and you will hang out there even though you’re not Christian, because you feel wonderful and accepting in a hippytown. Maybe you take a Reiki class or a Kundalini yoga lesson. You can do hella weird sh*t here.
I love my hippytown. It feeds me, and it’s in Jersey. There is something oh-so-wrong about that, but I’ll bury my doubts for now in texturized veg-eat-able protein. Compton, Longbeach, Collingswood.
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Tierra I, diptych, 1'x2'. Acrylic on canvas: 2008.
When I started this, it was summer and I was about a gajillion months preggo, or felt like it anyways. My belly was SUPER HUGE! I’d stand out in my concrete backyard in south Philly, looking up at a little scrap of sky between power lines, staring down at these two little blank canvases and brewing sun tea, a bit lost as where to begin. Often I’d paint naked with my huge belly hanging out, as there were no windows facing our enclosure. Since we were in the city, it was all I could do to get out and get some sun on my skin. I was full and comfortable- so, Tierra 1: Diptych was born. It looks even better in person.
I finished it around Christmastime last year and wanted to give it as a present, but couldn’t part with it after it was done. I love it, plain & simple. Who me, egotistic?
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Bob Marley Obsession
Who do you know (squares not included) that didn’t have a Bob Marley obsession at one point, or still does for that matter? Mine was during high school. Big surprise. It took me six years to complete this suitable homage to the man. Oil on canvas, 18″x24″. Everyone loves Bob.
I intently belabored, really crafted, the light radiating from his crown to help visualize how music affects people who really feel it- it’s a Crown Chakra thing. Yeah, those are angel wings. You can’t separate the music from the man. His music was and is his vehicle, a vehicle of light. We need a little bit of that here in the future.
Bright Morning, 1996-2003. Oil on canvas. 18'x24'.
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El Paso- path to the North
When I lived in Albuquerque, I visited my grandparents in El Paso every Thanksgiving. My trips there inspired these paintings:
El Paso del Norte I.
This is a picture of the Franklin Mountains that border EP to the North and West. I could leave my grandparents front porch, walk up the street past the rosemary bushes, Bouganvillia and orange trees and up into these mountains. From up there you can see hazily across the border to Juarez y Las Colonias. The mountains on the other side read, in whitewashed rock letters, “LA BIBLIA ES LA VERDAD LEELA”. I have no idea who Leela is, but it’s a cool vista. Makes my heart swell with orgulla chicana.
This next one is El Paso del Norte II. It gives you an intimate feeling of El Paso at the ground level:
EPDN II.
What is it like to tend your beautiful garden of Lantana and Bouganvillia? What are the smells and the view across the street to your neighbors, who are busy warming tamales y menudo for almuerzo?
I made this painting from a photo I took in my grandparents backyard. That’s Angelito’s T-bird under the tarp in the driveway.
I’m reminded of these visits- the last one was during Thanksgiving in 2005, and would like to commemorate their passing:
In Memory of Angel and Dolores Rojas- 2009 and 2008 respectively.
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i want to tell you ’bout my art…
It’s triple scoop awesome. This is how I get my words, pictures, paint out there. I incorporate lyrics, writings and abstractions into painted fields based loosely on photographs, and meanwhile blog them so you get in on the process.
a fan favorite.
This painting was stolen out of my living room when I was living in Albuquerque from 1999-2002. I stole it back a few months later.
It’s called “Love Below” & inspired by Andre 3000, who else? 4 feet x 4 feet. Acrylic on canvas. I basically laid down paper towel strips on wet gesso and threw paint on it once it dried. Oh, and there’s red prismatic glitter in the shapes. FUN.
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