NEW (simulated) MIXED MEDIA PAINTINGS

I’ve been pretty busy with keeping my brain distracted from the relentless pain I have been experiencing for nearly five years now without much of a break at all.

The following is a manuscript based on a new work of fiction which places the first person narrative in the form of a WordPress blogger:

I am tempted to find something good or a trade off for what things were like before the neuropathy and other mystery diagnosis that affect my feet and lower legs, but I just can’t find one. Maybe I spend more time breaking down the few iOS apps that simulate the fine art painting experience until I have a flowing vernacular of autobiographical work to represent the other horror going on in conjunction with all of this, which is fair to say is the most unjust ridiculous event of my life. But I have a very difficult time saying that anything good will come out of this monstrosity of human behavior and the permitted level of greed that has my family gone from taking care that things are operating smoothly for the level of amenities that certain ppl have grown to take for granted in their isolationist rise to the top of a social order that lacks other people to the very real situation we are now in that has homelessness right around the corner … and all at the hands of those who say they love my wife and child. not me, but that’s nothing NEW in fact it has been verbalized that I should “just die given the onset of my medical condition. 

It has taken quite a toll and taken everything we had built financially to be within grasp of a house payment when things changed by the force of a bulldozing fool guided by the strange jealous pretense of his wife who operates on alcohol and some elaborate fantasy involving her “inheritance” and the idea that she controls everything after their father dies .. a mirage of a morbid fantasy carried over from high school where all progress of maturity halted with the beginning of an unending addiction to the alcohol drug (I refuse to make any distinction that separates alcohol from all other drugs, since by its nature is just another chemical that acts on the pleasure centers of the brain that is often “abused”. because of the difficulty in associating alcohol with any minority group during prohibition; cocaine was associated  with African Americans, cannabis was associated with Mexican Americans, opiates were associated with Chinese Americans, and alcohol was most prolific in the European American – which is the standard cultural Amnesiatic American Creed. 

PARDON ME …. I SERIOUSLY FUCKING DIGRESS

mixed media (simulated) on paper (digital)
(simulated)watercolor, ink, paint, white-out on paper (virtual)
pen, ink, marker, photographs, glue, graphite, acrylic paint, tape, matte medium (simulated) on paper (digital)
shitting all over everything everytime it opens its mouth is NOTHING NEW
(virtual) mixed media – pen, ink, pastel, paint stick, photographs, glue, acrylic, oil on (fake) linen
WAITING TO HAVE NEEDLES JABBED INTO MY SKIN
mixed associative media on transcendental binary code
(digital) oil on (digital) canvas
oil on linen (simulated)

This is a very small cross-section of recent work. if there is given interest in any pieces I post I may begin printing a very limited run of 2-10 of select pieces. check back for more “ART”.

*keeping my wits about me through the physical pain and watching my wife hide in a closet for months, feeling that she had lost her family in favor of a psychopath that had been handed a position (which she saved from complete shutdown over disqualification for bad credit) harassed her in ways that no one would believe, simply because they defy logic and make a seriously strong case that this person lacks a conscious .. and/or the fear of exposure for what identity has always been there, but never aloud to be known. At least I have never lived a lie. What I am is what I am … it would be conducive for certain ppl to stop attempting to attach some identity on me that is the antithesis of reality and start trying to listen to those that actually know me or better yet … find out from me.

SERIOUSLY … I DIGRESS IN 5th GEAR 

▶ #transcendentalaccidentalism Martin DM on the back slab – YouTube

Photo of Sunset shows Venus higher on the horizon line … a not too rare event, but rare to grab a photo of it such as this while driving  … don’t WP & Drive

Visual Art Oppurtunity in LANDSCAPES? uhhh, no! #cliche #modernist #ephemeral

How a trip to the Emergency Room with your 4 year old child becomes a point of departure for a photographic, digital art based series

How often do we find compelling interest in a barren landscape which presents us with perhaps a few trees, a running stream of water, mountains in the background, and a sky (which rally’s in hue modulation at the horizon line which is often obscured by the landscape itself) enough to represent the visage via readymade tubes of paint, brushes, and canvas?
The answer should be in the quantifier of ZERO, NEVER, NOT SINCE 1909 (unless we are re-invested in finding oral histories that have been shifted to the margins … yes we still have margins and no I will not discuss the implications of this for time sake) .
The discourse to support such answers are held within the qualifier of the break with Modernism, the fleetingly unstable Post Modernism, and the move toward what I am phrasing as the Pre-Second Renaissance.

Without entering into the entire debate, and standing with the assumption that the reader understands what kinds of computerized devices are carried by, or at least available to, nearly all humans in the world today. The cameras on our hand-held phones, along with the dozens of applications spitting algorithmic chaos in syncopated harmonies to alter and extend the visual photographic medium has surpassed our age old impaired lingual skills (or viral disabilities depending on what circles one subscribes to). Investigating the pulse of the three dimensional world thru this combination of form re-representers often fills what once was benign with a multitude of identifying signification, such that the eye of the audience has become perhaps more pliable, forgiving, and passive in its efforts to censor that which is pre-deliniated outside the realm of taste; the great variable in the algebra of successful art. Yet with less time to be all of that and more, we seem to be managing “pixel-time” with the great hashtag and are compelled endlessly.

Ryan Sloan, #transcendentalaccidentalism

valley children's hospital
Variation on a visually dynamic subject, happened upon by transcendentalaccidentalism.

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stackables app edits of a photo from our trip to suture up our little bouncing bunny's head
stackables app edits of a photo from our trip to suture up our little bouncing bunny’s head