Tuesday, April 28, 2009


A friend of mine sent me a bunch of photos of Halmstad and I thought it looked great. I began to wonder what it would be like there at night. I really miss Europe. Anyway, I started playing some Kitty Hoff jazzy vocals and seeing where the mood took me. This is a case of my painting over an entire painting that wasn't working and creating something I was finally happy with. I've had Maggie put it for sale on inventory here.

I see a bit of Alex Grey in this. It was completely unintentional. It also has references to "Atlas Shrugged", one of the most important literary works in the history of mankind.

Today I finished writing my second book. I'm very happy with it, though I know it needs a lot of editing. In some ways I think it is better than the first.

I ordered a new hard drive for my iMac. I've been looking into how to upgrade it myself, and I think Apple has gone delusional. It's almost as hard as brain surgery. The inside is actually wrapped in some sort of tin foil like a tv dinner. There's a temperature sensor GLUED in place on the hard drive. It's not designed for people who like upgrading.


Sunday, April 26, 2009

Art: The Better Idea

So this last Wednesday I get informed by my friend and manager Maggie that a tv production company from Quebec (that's in Canada for those of you who never heard of it) wants to come interview me en Fran├žais for this show they are doing (yes I speak french fluently). As usual I got excited because, you know, I like being on tv to show off my paintings and talk about Neo-expressionism in general. And as usual I was disappointed. I get contacted by the media quite often, at least once every three or four months and usually they only want to talk about something which I have no interest in talking about. They are doing a disservice by not paying attention to the future. All I can say to anyone in the media is, either contact me about my art or leave me alone.

Anyway, moving right along, my latest piece is looking interesting. It should be ready by middle of next week, possibly earlier. The problem is I want to experiment with more texture as I feel my creative process is evolving. I'm looking forward to finishing this.

I've put King Leonidas back on eBay: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=220399583167
It had a lot of watchers last time and I have a particular love for that piece. I want it to go to someone who understands the values it extolls.

And the best news of the week: My Navigator is FINALLY fixed! Thank the LORD!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Noble Soul

Just finished my latest painting, "The Noble Soul". I used a technique I've only rarely used before with this latest piece and I'll be posting a photo of it tomorrow. I'm glad I was able to work on this painting because I'm going stir crazy most days and I needed to do this.  

There is no need to be alive except for living life the most fulfilling way you can. This is my view anyway. However, this is not to say that I'm a hedonist. There is a difference between living meaningfully, and living to satisfy animal urges. A hedonist is not motivated by a desire to live his own human life, but by a wish to live on a sub-human level. This explains why so many insanely rich people find no happiness in life. I cannot live without happiness, and no man can be happy without true fulfillment of his soul.

I had used, in this painting,  a quotation which I removed completely and now lies under layers of acrylics, enamel and oil pastels. I removed it because of my disagreement with the philosophy of its author, Friedrich Nietzsche. 

Philosophically, Nietzsche is a mystic and an irrationalist.His metaphysics consists of a somewhat “Byronic” and mystically “malevolent” universe; his epistemology subordinates reason to “will,” or feeling or instinct or blood or innate virtues of character. But, as a poet, he projects at times (not consistently) a magnificent feeling for man’s greatness, expressed in emotional, not intellectual, terms.

This is especially true of the quotation I had chosen. I could not endorse its literal meaning: it proclaims an indefensible tenet—psychological determinism. But if one takes it as a poetic projection of an emotional experience (and if, intellectually, one substitutes the concept of an acquired “basic premise” for the concept of an innate “fundamental certainty”), then that quotation communicates the inner state of an exalted self-esteem—and sums up the emotional consequences for which The Fountainhead provides the rational, philosophical base:

    “It is not the works, but the belief which is here decisive and determines the order of rank—to employ once more an old religious formula with a new and deeper meaning,—it is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost.—The noble soul has reverence for itself.—” (Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.)

This view of man has rarely been expressed in human history. Today, it is virtually non-existent. Yet this is the view with which—in various degrees of longing, wistfulness, passion and agonized confusion—the best of mankind’s youth start out in life. It is not even a view, for most of them, but a foggy, groping, undefined sense made of raw pain and incommunicable happiness. It is a sense of enormous expectation, the sense that one’s life is important, that great achievements are within one’s capacity, and that great things lie ahead.

It is not in the nature of man—nor of any living entity—to start out by giving up, by spitting in one’s own face and damning existence; that requires a process of corruption, whose rapidity differs from man to man. Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it. Then all of these vanish in the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that maturity consists of abandoning one’s mind; security, of abandoning one’s values; practicality, of losing self-esteem. Yet a few hold on and move on, knowing that that fire is not to be betrayed, learning how to give it shape, purpose and reality. But whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man’s nature and of life’s potential.

Monday, April 6, 2009


This is the painting I've been meaning to photograph. It's fairly minimalistic but what I really care about is how good it looks on the wall. The painting, entitled "Sucralose", was photographed under harsh sunlight so there is a little bit of glare. 

This painting is all about composition and the colour scheme is so simple yet it will match many different decorative styles and wall colours. I will probably sell it at an unusually low price to see if this style pleases my collectors.

I spoke to the representative at Arnott today and he explained I don't need to buy front shocks for my Navigator. Apparently there are springs within the existing front air suspension. He said I just need to have my mechanic deflate them and adjust the torsion. My conversion kit should arrive wednesday, I can hardly wait!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


My days and nights are mixed up again. Oddly enough I get the most creative at night. I think this is common. It's also not the best thing in my case because I have SO many ideas, not just for paintings but short stories and movie ideas...it all plays at the same time. The worst problem is I'm really a slow typist. My mind races through ideas way faster than I can write them down.  So, too much creativity ends up being too much not done. ;-)

I have a painting that needs some fixing, I thought I'd get it photographed but this ended up not happening. That is because I needed some matte medium and spray fixative to repair it first, and since my car is not fixed I can't go out to buy any. I intend to walk a few miles tomorrow to buy that. In a way, not having the car is making me walk a lot. I ordered a conversion kit for the air suspension, it should be here a week from today. Then I just need to pay the mechanic to install it. I ordered the Lincoln Navigator Air Suspension to Springs conversion kit from Arnott. Cost me $250 because I only bought the rear kit. The front shocks are working fine, it seems. 

I can't sleep tonight, I ran out of Tylenol PMs, so I might end up being up all night. Too bad Thomas isn't on MSN, he lives in Sweden so he'd be up and we could have a nice conversation.

I've been watching Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda and really enjoying some of the concepts in the show, especially when the subject is quantum mechanics and the time travel theories. In one episode they decide not to change history simply because they can't be sure which theory is right, the multiple worlds theory or the linear time theory. The end result was that the whole thing is a predestined paradox, meaning that they didn't change time because they were meant to come into the past and do what they did. Wish it had more episodes like that, but the low budget must have made that difficult. One character named Trance reminds me of an old friend of mine, and was likely inspired by Philip K Dick's "The Golden Man". I made a painting based on that story once. 

I lost my entire PKD book collection in the move. I hate hate HATE buying the same things over and over again, but oh well. Once my car tribulations are over I'll start buying the books again...for like the third or fourth time.