Friday, December 12, 2008

Barn Fresh

Re: Oh, Henry, Say it Ain't So (Big Three on the Brink)

There is a term used to describe finding something under hay in a barn and dragging it out and offering it for sale. No matter how rat infested the item is, it is ironically referred to as being "Barn Fresh" and is advertised as such. Regurgitated is usually more accurate. When I do this again I will make the cars way more digested... So maybe this is in reverse maybe the barn isn't eating the cars so much as spitting them out...?
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Friday, November 21, 2008

West Coast Work


Bashin' It Till I get It

I am after that breezy west coast feel...motion,colour, fun and narrrative content. Calligraphic brush strokes, rich darks and clutter, sweeping shapes and morphed forms...someday I'll get it. Full sheet, I almost always use a full sheet of arches 140 C.P. with W/N as the core of the colour program.

The easiest way for me to get closer to what I think I am after is to let'er rip with a compo that I have already worked out. I wanted to squash this compo a bit and make the shapes more linked and flowing.

Since I am a thin air painter (they are pulled out of thin air) its a challenge to get the thing to make any kind of sense...


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Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Preserve of Captain Flood

"Captain Flood", sounds like a pirate, but no, he was a fisherman of indeterminate origin with a proclivity for gambling away the profits. A poker player before all the fuss. A shack on the beach, where women with dubious reputations and colourful dresses visited and occasionally sat out on the porch, was the off season domain of the Cap'n. We watched from down the beach, much entertained by the scandalous proceedings. The abandoned site brings back memories of how the beach was before the days of high taxes and big houses. Bink to BLOW!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Where Ever You Go There You Are

The Inheritance of John Innes "Office" Rocker

In the pantheon of all great nick-named individuals, my buddy John Rocker, stands tall. As the studious son of a notorious father, he spent many childhood hours in his room reading, organizing his baseball cards and generally staying out of the way of his ol' man. His dad wasn't that bad a guy but he wasn't a citizen either and he wanted junior to get out into the world and let some daylight into the swamp. Which was his way of saying that John should follow him into the logging biness and become a professional drinker who collected his wrecked cars out back.. Well John, of the delicate sensibility, resembled by poetic inclination more his gentle mother than his dad. But here's the fun, his mom's maiden name was "Innes" and in the habit of giving the first born male his mother's maiden name, he was christened, John Innes Rocker and they called him Innes. Well, Rocker the dad, when asked about the whereabouts of his son would always say, "Innes office" and not in a proud tone but rather as if it was the shame of the whole outfit that the boy took after his mother, just for comedy of course. All righty then, as in the case of good puns and great nicknames the symmetry was obvious and brilliant because John Innes "Office" Rocker was both "in his office" and "off his rocker" at the same time so how could he help becoming "Office" and then Offs for short.
When the ol boy died, Offs inherited the junk collection and the shack where he had studied as a child. He never new what to make of any of it and maintained he had been delivered to the wrong family as a baby and that was that. I, on the other hand, drank beer with his dad (later on) and shared his love of junk. Offs got a degree in marine biology and then maritime law.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Hont,Ed 41 Century Road....

Thats the listing in the phone book...Bink to explore.
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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Shine The Light

Bink to Blow! (BOO! Five revised)

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

BOO! Lite


A lighter "daylight" version of the previous post...its a fun compo and I'll paint it again.

Bink for the full effect of paint on paper to be revealed...or not.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Shine The Light


"Shine the light out there, I hear something!"

"Its only the seagulls..."


Always the bink...

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Raven Waits...

The raven waits, perched upon a piece of broken chrome...

Binkification is illumination!

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Boneyard


There is a certain culture of acquisition by default that is prevalent in the boonies. Someone wrecks a car on a bend, over a cliff, down a hill with no brakes...whenever an accident claims victims it often leaves a salvageable hulk. These cars were retrieved to this yard, conveniently located on an stretch of mountain road that was particularly perilous and thus productive for the proprietor of this "boneyard". Some of these cars were habituated by reluctant ethereals or so the steward of this collection claimed, mostly in an effort to discourage anyone inclined to borrow parts.
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008

The Creepshaw Place


Sometime things are so deliciously convenient they are irresistible. That's the case with this scene. The house was inherited by John Creenshaw and he had a talent for junking stuff up including the house, the yard, himself...the unintended consequence of his slovenliness was inadvertent creepiness. So everybody called the property, "The Creepshow Place". Its amazing to me that wit never fails to land in fertile ground...Ol' John the "batch" kinda grew into his reputation and became a part time ghoul. Once again the "ironic" rears its amusing head or "how reps are unfairly gained", because while he sorta encouraged everybody to think he was running some kind of haunted house he was actually an amiable, generous, gentle slob unlikely to ever scare anybody. Mind you Halloween was always fun and we would usually head over to his place with the kids for fireworks and maybe to see if he could set some of his junk on fire.

Bink on image to explore the inner reaches of my watercolour world...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sedan Delivery

A friend of mine grew up in this farm house. It was a warm friendly place with stuff in the oven baking all the time and kids hollering and dogs barking. There was no shortage of dandelion wine and my buddies old man smoked big honkin' stinky cigars. We rode to school in the back of this sedan delivery with the yapping dogs licking our ears. There are a lot of old houses on the back of farms all through the valley. Properties have been subdivided and new houses built. My buddy is a developer and his ragtag bunch are very prosperous. He had a younger sister....

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Ron Morrison

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Cluttered and Shuttered


Bink to explore the inner reaches of the watercolour world!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Miss Wilson's House

This is a sad story, I admit as much. Miss Wilson was a grade two teacher at the elementary school that I attended. It was a country school on a chunk of land cut out of a farm and donated to the school board in the twenties by Miss Wilson's family. She went to normal school and started teaching, conveniently enough, at the school on the land her grandparents donated. This would be about 1956, I think. By the time I got there she had learned to drive and had set up camp in this house which was also on the family farm and was old even then. I guess it had been her grandparents shack or something. She bought this Dodge and was all set, short walk to work, a cruiser for going into town, in a word-independence. My parents knew her parents, but I never had her for a teacher, although my brother did. Half way through 1960 she got sick and was replaced by an old battle axe the kids called "Bullfrog". She as much as vanished except we knew she was in her house being looked after by her mom. She later went to hospital, where she died of leukemia in January of 1961. She was young and pretty and then she wasn't. Nobody ever lived in the house again and the car is still sitting there forty-seven years later on the farm her nephew now owns. I guess its sort of a shrine and I drive by it all the time and think about her often although I hardly knew her. (As a side note my dad died three years later of the same thing...musta been the water.)

I did this with no drawing, just painted it to see if it would work, I'll paint it again and pay more attention. Its a full sheet of the ol'arches 140 C.P. with assorted paints some of which were payne's gray, yellow ochre, burnt umber, cobalt blue, rose madder, cobalt green...I think that's it.

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Ron Morrison

Saturday, September 13, 2008

For Lorne


Now, I may not be able to explain this clearly but I'll give it a try. When we were in high school I had a buddy named Lorne who was a Ford fanatic. We called him Ford Lorne. He always wanted a five-window coupe, but ended up with a four-door sedan his dad gave him for graduation. He was sorta aggrieved about the whole situation and we just had to call him "Four Door Lorne". Well as monikers go it was cumbersome so he became Four Lorne and then just plain Forlorn. To this day he is still Forlorn to his friends and ironically he's quite a happy chap. This car was acquired later on, its a five window coupe, but it just sat and is now truly forlorn rotting at the back of the property. (Don't blame me, I don't make this stuff up...wait a minute maybe...)

Saturday, September 06, 2008

The Art Installation




About thirty years ago someone started to collect old cars and parts and deposit them on leased land at the bottom end of a wooded acreage.. He placed a few in what appear to be aesthetically pleasing positions and stripped a bunch more down to parts and positioned the pieces in rows and stacks. Only he knows what he had in mind. What looks like a junkyard is a deliberate tableau. There is moss everywhere and what light penetrates the trees lands on fenders and chrome and glass and bounces off again. Bus loads of German tourists used to visit and the whole thing became too much as the "installation" became popular and an intrusion on the privacy of the owner of the property. There are a couple of strange buildings with trees as corner posts full of parts and memorabilia. All in all a very eerie creation.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Cons"truck"tive Colouration

Bink to explode the inner reaches of water and pigment.
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Barrister's Boat


This boat ended up on the lawyer's farm and was going to be a retirement fixerupper. Cruises were imagined, endless summer days cruising the inner coast, up inlets and down arms, through the straits bliss on the waves. However reality reared up and bit the plan and the boat was scrapped due to aesthetic priorities...it was junking up the garden by the house.

Bink to blow....
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