The Blue Rubber Glove Tableau (BOO! - Six)

Just playing with an idea, I like "clutter" paintings and the BOO! series has been fun.

I am going to finish this painting or do it again...

Hont,Ed 41 Century Road....

Thats the listing in the phone book...Bink to explore.

Shine The Light

Bink to Blow! (BOO! Five revised)

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.

Shine The Light

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

"Its only the seagulls..."


Always the bink...

The Raven Waits...

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

Binkification is illumination!

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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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.

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Chainsaw Manor

Its fun for me to look at all the silly/fun things in this painting, I must admit. The tower face was really fun to do without over doing but then again the whole thing is ridikulos. The window dormers were made out of oil drums cut and welded into shape. The mysticism of the builder showed in the various symbols all over the place. The weather vane is a sea gull rather than the traditional rooster. the birds were fun to get in flight. The boat and truck props were subordinate to the house but still visually compelling I thought. All in all I was happy to do it in one go...it will get done again but maybe that will kill the spontaneity, who knows? I had a story but the creep factor won out and the story will tell itself, especially with Halloween coming up.

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

Cluttered and Shuttered

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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

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...)

The Art Installation

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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.

Cons"truck"tive Colouration

Bink to explode the inner reaches of water and pigment.

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....

Sometimes A Little Colour is Good For The Soul

I sometimes don't have a clue...about colour, but its fun!

Wine Country

When I last saw this house, it was on the dry side of an interior lake fronting on a slough. Now its gone and a winery with irrigation and a reception room has taken its place.

You gotta bink for full effect!

The Poker Palace

Before the advent of the big-money tournaments and online gambling, the boys wagered their wages and parlayed their bets into car purchases and liquor fueled holidays to the coast. This shack is where poker pots were transformed into roadtrips. It was tradition that the winners funded the vacation, but the whole thing could have been accomplished by merely pooling funds. Somehow it was more fun to let the winners have the honour of paying for liquor, hookers, food and lodging.The cars were always wrecks with bald tires that made a trip or two and were then retired to an honorary position guarding the shack. The debris from these trips to the "Big Smoke" litters the yard and the "Palace" spent its sunset years as a chicken coup. Bink for an expanded version.

Back To The Hollow

This is a scene I have painted many times. Its one of my favourites. Bink to blow (up)!