Universal Convergence/Creation
My Friend, Richard
Hey there, hope all is well with you and yours. Excited about this post and my new print “Universal Convergence/Creation”. Through the generosity of a friend, Terry We were able to print these up on incredible paper at an art house printer. Hopefully printing more along this line. A lot of work went into this piece! Check out the details below!
Been on a bit of a bouncy path… Health is a bit wonky, but we are getting there thankfully. Working on new art finding joy in simple pencil work. It concentrates one’s thoughts.
In the process of getting ready to move to smaller digs due to health and other issues. If you can help, that would be great! GoFundMe Looking to move this next month when our health picks up.
On The Menu: Links - Universal Convergence/Creation - My Friend, Richard - Time - Lenore Kandel Poetry
Links: World Wide Political / Design Problem / The Man Who Taught MLK / Words Are Magic
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer. - Mahatma Gandhi
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Universal Convergence/Creation
I present you with 10 months of Pointillism work. All hand drawn/dotted by yours truly. It looks like madness, and it is.
I worked on this for so many evenings. I drove my family crazy with pulling it out when we were sitting around talking, and there I was off in another world concentrated with my pens, pencils, and art paper.
My thoughts around art comes in shapes/patterns/forms/ with concepts often coming to me in dreams. At times I see the finished piece in my head, but I don’t know how to reach it. Sometimes it evolves past what I was working on or doesn’t come up to the conceptualization... At times it is a blind leap into the project, and it unfolds as I work.
I have a passion for this form of art and have had so for 56 some years. I have been stepping away from my collage work to pursue one of my earlier passions. I can trace my work back to early 1968 (I found a piece from then in my files!)
Thank you for visiting!
I want to thank my dear friend Terry for making this possible!
Print(s) can be signed 2 ways. Please indicate which you prefer. The Default is the Vertical.
3 ways to support my art:
Universal Convergence/Creation Print 1st Option 100.00usd & 20.00 Shipping/Handling
Universal Convergence/Creation Print 2nd Option with Blotter Print 125.00 & 20.00Shipping/Handling
Printed on Cold Press Fine Art Textured Paper, extremely limited edition. Basis Weight: 300 gsm
Thickness: 19.5 mil Paper Size: 18.5x24inches Print 17x22 inches
20 prints, 6 artist proof prints.
Price Includes Shipping/Handling USA. All others, please inquire.
My Friend, Richard:
So many folks departing lately to the Western Lands…
I have been meaning to finish up a posting about the Flying Anglia, when I received news that the main character in that tale, Richard Knowles had passed. His daughter Tara contacted me, along with my dear friend Lizbeth who facilitated us meeting Richard back in 1984/5.
Richard was old school bohemian in so many ways. Loved Jazz, particularly New Orleans old style. He had a lovely story about his first time in New Orleans back in either 1961 or 1962… He met a young man who was headed to the cemetery to sweep and clean a blues singer’s grave (sorry, I can’t remember the name of the singer now). They went and did the deed, and a few years later, Richard realized it had been Bob Dylan. He loved telling that story.
His roommate in Art College was a young man named Eric Clap. Eric left art college to play with a band called The Yardbirds. You may have heard of them. I asked about Eric, “What was he like?” Richard answered “Oh, he was a great roommate. Left in a hurry though, leaving his art notebooks behind”. “Do you still have them???” I asked. “Oh no I tossed them. I had no idea he would go on to do what he has done!” Richard replied.
Richard’s best friend at art college was a young guitarist, Keith Richards. When I found this out my mind was blown. “Oh, he was a great chap, but after the Richmond gigs dropped all of his friends at the college. I attended those first shows. Electrifying!”
I met Richard through his nephew John Fuller. In turn, I met John through Lizbeth (she is such a nexus point!) a dear friend that I have known for over 50 years who by the way introduced Mary and I in Clapham Common back in 1977.
Lizbeth and John were an item. John has been in the band “The Pack”, One of the seminal punk bands in the UK. John washed up on our shores and became a bouncer at Blackie's in West L.A. in his up and down relationship with Lizabeth John dossed out in our living room in West LA off and on.
This all leads up to us meeting Richard. Mary and I moved back to the UK in 1984. On August 24th, 1985, along with John Fuller we met Richard at the Crystal Palace Park performance of Spear of Destiny. Kirk Brandon, ex bandmate of John’s put on the hell of a show. This is where we met Richard who was there with John. Richard was a huge fan of Kirk. We ended up going back to our flat in Upper Norwood and hanging out. It was glorious evening.
Richard invited us to come visit his family farm out on Dartmoor. It was located close to North Bovey. Beautiful part of the world. We got to know his then wife Susan (raised pygmy goats!) their wonderful daughter Tara, and flocks of sheep & a small herd of cattle. Visiting Bowden farm was always a joy.
(Bowden Farm as it is today. Gentrified, no longer a working farm, but a B&B. The farm was listed in the Doomsday Book, of William the Conquer & William Rufus his son. The barn was built with standing stones from the surrounding hills. It was much more hurley burley back then!)
We visited frequently. I spent time with Richard tending the sheep and cattle. It was a relief for me, in that I was submerged in Corporate Computing at that point, being an IT tech. The days and nights up on the moor were magical. Our times at the pub and around the table at the house, were very special.
Later on, when we moved back to the States, Richard came and stayed with us a few times before we left L.A. He loved it there. His enthusiasm for the arts and for L.A. was boundless.
We lost touch after we moved, only reconnecting sporadically over the years. He did publish a book in 1996 about his great love musically:
He and Susan split during the time of his visits, and he and his lovely Brigit, became a couple, even visiting us in L.A. together. They were married for some 40 years. I will fill out the tale more on a later date. Good stories, good times. Richard, you are missed.
Richard & Hattie, his granddaughter Many years ago…
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Lenore Kandel:
Phoenix Song
then I shall never grow up
not if child means a sense of wonder
and my head in the wind rain rain
I will not wither in the blaze of time
but prove myself a phoenix
(ashes like powdered stars)
born again and again and again
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Open Channel -
the dream is as true as the dreamer
all fragments of the self are true
and dreams are one more form of sight
are real and not-real
as they move the flesh
and shape the currents of the mind
fears unexorcised and fantasies unsearched
become lame ghosts
visions unreached for
distill a toxin
aging the spirit
dimming the flesh
the dream is as true as the dreamer
that which exists within the mind is you
that which contains the mind is you
open your dreams
release your visions and your fantasies and fears
that which is real and not-real
is up to you
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Invocation for Maitreya –
to invoke the divinity in man with the mutual gift of love
with love as animate and bright as death
the alchemical transfiguration of two separate entities
into one efflorescent deity made manifest in radiant human flesh
our bodies whirling through cosmos, the kiss of heartbeats
the subtle cognizance of hand for hand, and tongue for tongue
the warm moist fabric of the body opening into start-shot rose
flowers
the dewy cock effulgent as it burst the star
sweet cunt-mouth of world serpent Ouroboros girding the
universe
as it takes its own eternal cock, and cock and cunt united
join the circle
moving through realms of flesh made fantasy and fantasy made
flesh
love as a force that melts the skin so that our bodies join
one cell at a time
until there is nothing left but the radiant universe
the meteors of light flaming through wordless skies
until there is nothing left but the smell of love
but the taste of love, but the fact of love
until love lies dreaming in the crotch of god. . .
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Thank you for visiting, more coming!
Bright Blessings,
Gwyllm
"The dream is as true as the dreamer." Thank you for carrying the torch.
lovely art and account! thank you. :-)