back in F-wood,

Reflection on my first studio

So whats up?
I am back home here , at my original studio, this barn outside the house, in mid subarea hell, it wasn't like this back 25 years ago, everything looks like a maul, ,man its draining, there isn't much of an air here, but it is home, Alvin Friendswood area,. i used to tell my friends that if had to exist in the zone,i couldn't afford to live in some ones garden shed here,. where does and f-up folk artist type live here, ? After hanging out with Ken Little i realized that, our ideas of living aren't folk or the outsider bs, as much as it is country western, which is an idiom,. which is about a lifestyle, music ,romance a gesture or attitude, mauls , mini-vans and yuppies you want to run from,. its the simple life
But back to being here, this is some photos of my original studio, 87-91, it was here i started drinking my first beer and listening to AC/DC, it was the ancient times, where my artistic taste were emerged in Fangoria mag, porn mags, silly biblical metaphors , Hellraiser and women studies, hell i was even a virgin back then,.! alot of the paintings seen in the "city of chickens" mini comedy doc. were taken from that zone,. My neighbor a young kid at the time would come over to my house,( Kelly), and watch me paint, i was right out of highschool and i wasn't partying much just hanging out and painting, late at night, i was also in school Alvin college, i gave him alot of old work, he liked the crazy stuff, and the folks who made the movie, knew him, cause eventually Kelly moved to austin and started to hang out with movie maker types cause Kelly wanted to be and actor , he got theater gigs all the time and was good, and a bit crazy.
All the early paintings or at least the first ten 87-88, were really not much different than what i am into now, my friend's drama spun as paint, oddly i remember this one cat(real cat) i painted alot, and here i am now making the same fucking cat, (will post soon)
there is this one story, which i credit in starting of the whole art game, in 1987, the sumer before my senior year of highschool, one of my friends went born again Christian, Jimmy, it was an odd sumer, he moved away and went to his uncles church, odd enough it was Tiltons church up in Dallas, but jimmy as a Assmeblys of God person and now was a spiritual super hero , so to speak and he came back that sumer on a mission to save us one way or another, . i knew him for a long time, well three years, we all played board-games and got all fucked up on Dr pepper dwindling down the night hours in game playing and yelling at each other over bad dice throws., Jimmy was a real gammer, OK we were all geeks back them , but thats the way it was, jimmy was one of the troubled geeks, he practically raised himself and loved to get into stuff, mainly the on coming nuclear war with the Godless Communist, and the invasion of Israel, and the Book of Revelation, hell it was the 80's . Well that sumer he went away cause his dad left town and he had to switch schools, the delima when you float around alot, . he came back and was on a mission, which got progressively worst as the couple of weeks he stayed, things ranging from devils talking to him, to healing ,involuntary casting demons out, to tungs to spiritual warfare,. and he was dead serious to, ( there is alot of antidotes related to it), but the residual effect, to keep this entry to the point , is that it left me nearly obsessed with trying to figure out why he did all that, and capability to change your reality like that, and believe it? i made some of my first painting about role playing in this realm, Jimmy. i would say it left a sizable mark apon me in the capability to be delusional, but then there might be a fine line between fantasy facts and Religion.
Playing and make believe, i always felt were the core of most artistic endeavors, its amazing watching folks around here, who some i considered never really played with anything, but were considers healthy artist types, i may get a bit didactically moral about this, but escapism and play, invent stuff, or suspend your capability of reality, look into your dreams thats how they work, So for me, the envious side of me to self improve or "got tot the next level" looked apon a jimmy with mystery. how did he do it, he is playing 24/7, but then again reality does come crashing down eventually, . fantasy cann't sustain when it conflict with real life.
So, form 87 till oh 90, i existed in this small mini barn painting on there benches listening to the "Cult" electric and drinking Micky's big mouths, and talking to some of my old highschool buddies who hadn't left the area yet, Nick and Steven. my only duty at the time was art, i gave up painting military miniatures, and took up art, like Jimmy's call to God, what get a career? i was working at Burger king and did grocery work and wanted to be a psychologist (i had no idea) but my grads sux, but i was deteminded to make something of myself, and it was going to start in the rinky dink junior college , one class at a time, even if it took retaking them agian and again....
the old or new old barn out back was where it all started, late at night, away from everybody, God no wonder i cann't maintain a girlfriend they interfere with play time!,.

Posted by chickengeorge at November 24, 2006 8:57 PM