Archive for October, 2008

When the Grandkids Get Here

Posted in Art, nature with tags , , , on October 31, 2008 by darcyarts

I know it’s going to be awhile, and I am definitely not trying to exert pressure prematurely, but when my grandkids get to this world I’ll be ready for them.

Call me crazy, but I swear I can feel their spirits out there. They are just waiting for an ultra cool mom like Jessica and a super true dad like Brian. When they’re ready the sweet little spirits will float in to begin their journey here in this dense heartbreaking, gooey, love-drenched world. I will say “Namaste!”

Namaste = The God/Goddess Spirit within me recognizes and honors the God/Goddess Spirit within you.

Namaste is significant because it is a humbling gesture. Namaste is done as a recognition that we are all on equal standings, all of us are children of divinity. We are one.

I worked this week to finish the Mayan Jaguar that I started months ago and this morning I hung it over the bathtub beneath blue fairy lights in our bathroom.


It looks fresh out of a kids book and maybe someday it will be. I can tell then the story of the rabbit scribe.

I’m beginning to see that have my own style. The things I paint come out with my scrambled innocence and, I think, show a sense of humor.



I have a vintage Mexican woven piece from the 30s in this room which pretty much gave me the vision of the cat in the first place, that and the turquoise tile.  The Jaguar painting looks cool and spooky in it’s darkish spot. I may put a string of golden fairy lights beneath it.

Color de Sangre

Posted in Uncategorized on October 29, 2008 by darcyarts

I opened the Cine Mexicano: Posters from the Golden Age 1936-1956, book and had to look carefully at each page. I could not put it down.

It is amazingly rich and the artists are uber skilled.

This poster, inside the book, was painted in 1954 by Josep Renau Berenguer (1907-1982). He was born in Valencia, Spain.

He studied art at the Valencia School of FIne Arts. In Mexico, collaborated with David Alfaro Siqueiros.  He moved to Berlin in the 50s.

The pages of the book reflect light. Its hard to get good pix.

This is the original of a design I put on one of my candles.

The artist Ernesto Garcia Cabral (1890-!968) painted it in 1952.

Cabral was born in Huatusco, Veracruz. He won a scholarship to study at the San Carlos Art Academy when he was 17.

He went to work drawing for popular publications and then won a grant to study in Paris.

He created murals in Mexico and the U.S.

He is the first film poster artist that caught my eye after Berenguer’s Dona Diablo blew my mind.

 This is Maria Felix’s face. This one, from the film Dona Diablo, with the intense black, yellow and red colored planes, was the first I saw back when I was first scouting in the internets for Mexican images.

I love the eyes and lips.

It is very dramatic. Fitting for a movie poster.






Beautiful Las Carinosas,  more poster art by Cabral. He did alot of work for comedies. There is always a sense of humor in his excellent caricatures.



 More Cabral — muy borracho.

   This poster was done in 1950 by Jesus Salinas. There is no biographical info on him.















This charro is from 1947 by Jose Cruz (1917).

Cruz was born in Teocaltiche, Jalisco. He studied art in the U.S. and then settle in Mexico City as a commercial artist.

Cruz created several popular comic book heroes including Doctor Benton, El Santo and Adelita. He wrote 33 screenplays and even acted in films.

American film had its cowboys. 

Mexico’s film industry was into caballeros, too. They had a whole charro genre. 

It looks like Jorge Negrete was a big star. He is featured in several posters but my favorite is for the movie El Fanfarron (The Braggart). It is not credited to any particular artist.

I love this one! Those eyes and eyebrows are fantastic. The lips, the nose, the little curls on the forehead, the cigarette smoke against the black hat. Chale!

This has taken me hours to put just these few images together and I must get back to painting my jaguar.

Aren’t these things great?

New Head Goods Arrive

Posted in Art, dreams, music, writing with tags , , , , , on October 28, 2008 by darcyarts

I had a real treat waiting for me when I got home last night, I mean besides, Frank.

Two books I ordered from Amazon had arrived.

One is a rock novel, Say Goodbye: The Laurie Moss Story,” about a woman who grapples with fame in the music biz.

Lewis Shiner, a man who lives in Durham, North Carolina wrote the story. It was published by St. Martin’s Griffin press.


Here’s a jacket blurb:

“Shiner has written a fine novel about rock ‘n’ roll by believing more in muscian’s human nature than in their mythologies.” — Mark Athitakis, New York Times Book Review.


“Like Tom Perotta’s The Wishbones, Jessica Hagedorn’s The Gangster of Love, or Nick Hornby’s two novels, it’s an emotionally credible account of how rock’s grandiosity affects down-to-earth lives.” — Eric Weisbard, Village Voice.

And lastly:

“Rock and Roll literature? It seems like an oxymoron, but Shiner pulls it off.” — Laura Morgan, Entertainment Weekly.

I have long desired to pull it off, myself. I spent years trying to get a coherent story out of my head. The imagining, envisioning stage was delightful and I could do it anytime and any place I wanted.

I met two characters that bounced boldly and bawdily out of the ether and demaned to be given life.


Musician twins Stevie (left) and Dee Darcy (right) rocked my world. I named my future creative enterprises for them.

The story went from scratch to hundreds of pages over the course of that long experiement.

It allowed me to see how much I didn’t know, how truly immature I am and worse how much I lean toward the romantic and soap operatic. So, I spent another few years recoiling from that self-revelation, getting distracted by paid scribe work which killed my playtime thrill with it as a giddy refreshing enterprise. Such is life but only temporarily.

I intended for this painting to be Stevie and Dee in the canyon where they lives but it turned out to be Dee and an adolescent relative. Doh!

Here is a lovely Klimt picture and rich brick-colored beads stuffed in a section of my handy, hold-everything student lamp. Another redhead.

Recently, I decided that I would read everything I could to put myself back into the rock-novel head space.

I started reading the 33 1/3 books and they are really a direct return to places and spaces in my life that music occupied.

I’m one of those people who spent a great part of my life obsessed with music. I love it and many of the stylie things that have come from it appeal to me.

Bob Dylan was one of my early fashion idols. That slick style he adopted after his trips to England in the early 60’s was unparalled.


Bob in polka dots and an op art handkerchief and young Richard Manuel, still all shiny.

Rock n Roll was just the slice of pie that I grew up drooling over and I long to make my vision come through it’s lense.

Yeah, things have changed over the decades. Rock as a defining term has gone through some degree of transformation. I need to digest that, too.

This girl came late to the Rock party but she has it in her bones:

Being a Chicana she’s also a perfect seguey into the other book I received.

What a great coat Kat von D has on here.

Okay, tommorrow Cine Mexicano.

Working for Alterna in Atzlan

Posted in Art, dreams with tags , , on October 27, 2008 by darcyarts

My painting work space is set up well for large boards. There is a sort of natural place to lean the boards and paint them bit by bit.

When I first started I always painted on a flat surface.

Of course I started with small sections of MDF that I cut and gessoed myself. My first board came from Michael’s, professionally prepardI think I paid over $5 for it. I knew I could do it myself for less money.

This painting comes from a place in my memory. I laid mis ojos on all the Chicano art I could whilst in the academic world. Before school I a saw a world of artistic things that occured naturally in my environment in Santa Ana. I noticed all the flourishes that came from the south, from ancient Mexican, South American history, to El Norte, to Atzlan.

It’s made of my oldest memories and it seems indistinguishable from dreams.

Here is a quote from Gronk, one of the original Chicano nuevo LA artists:

“sleepwalking is a mild form of madness. don’t wake me or i might fall and hurt myself.”

Cheech Marin is one of my heroes for championing Chicano art.

Salmon Rose

Posted in Art, nature with tags , on October 24, 2008 by darcyarts

This is something I just had to share.

One of my favorite things to eat for breakfast is an onion bagel and some smoked or dried salmon. This piece came out looking like a rose.

I thank the beauty gods for letting me see it.

Fall Colors and Mexican Jaguars

Posted in Uncategorized on October 23, 2008 by darcyarts

I was on my way to do errands this morning when I passed a row of trees along Park Marina Drive. They put on a show every fall.

I had on my big brown-glass shades and the color of the leaves was changed from its natural state.  I took some pictures through the sunglasses.

Here is what the tree looks like without the brown glass filter.


I love this color. What would you call it?

The contrast with the blue sky is sweet.

If only the terrain inside my brain could be so clear.

I’ve put in a lot of crud voluntarily. It’s an election year. Our votes will really make a big difference this time. I’m trying to check it all out but undoubtably suffer a few side effects from the MSNBC o.d.

I have some other crud that seeps in against my will. I’m trying to install a filter for that. Some sort of cleansing device that purifies the flow so that I consume only the good wholesome, healthy contents.

Looking at all these gorgeous colors helps.

These are the new curtains I hung in the kitchen. They were on the “free” table at the news factory.

I snatched them for the color alone before I figured out they were curtains from Pier 1.

Thanks to whomever cast them off.

Color and light are radiant. The shimmer of the material world, I’m sure, pales in comparison with the subtle essences of the other world, still, we have to dig this dense place while we’re spinning through.

Mozart it heavenly. He’s one of the ones who retain a larger portion of the memory of how things operate over there. BUT sometimes you just want to hear the Rolling Stones turned up real loud.

Three songs, a little rush from on Exile on Main Street, perfectly illustrate the carnal dilemma, the pleasure of the grunge. Listen to “Turd On the Run,” “Ventilator Blues” and “I Just Want to See His Face.”

Yes, I finished the Exile 33 1/3 book. It was pretty good just to ramble back through that place. All these albums live in our heads and are married to tattered pieces of our incarnate being.

It makes me think of Crazy Jane.

This is what it feels like. I’m dressed in all the left over elements fastened on to my consciousness by all the music I have ever loved. I absorbed it like sunlight.

Layers of meaning, remnants and talismans of my favorite seconds to ever spill out of the grooves. They’re all over me like body glitter. You can only see them sparkle in the right light.

Music gives a cerebral tattoo. These impressions will be affixed to me for the rest of my days.

That is one definition of magic and of music’s transformative power.

“I don’t want to talk about Jesus I just want to see his face,” sings Mick. Dig it, chil’.


I returned to a painting yesterday that I started ages ago.

Its pretty rough and folk artsy. I wanted to paint it to hang in a specific spot. I had visions of a Mexican jungle by full moon in the era of Aztec or Maya. I still have alot of work to do.

Here is a little preview close up on the face. It is still subject to change. I would call this a fictional creation. I don’t want it to ape reality too much.

I think the eyes are too human. I may or may not change them. He’ll get more spots in the days to come. Working on art makes all the difference.

I think I’m in a odd place in my head but one that is closer to balance.

I may be in the perfect set up to do my work and it did take me years to adjust to this space. Now that I am here I must try to get the most out of it.

I feel the waves of change constantly breaking on a shore very near here. They crash all around me.  I must stay focused.

Picking and Choosing

Posted in Art, film with tags , , , , , on October 22, 2008 by darcyarts

I am still working on what itemsto send to Old City Hall.

I brought out these two paintings:

Redheads — the first came out looking like a hot chick form the 40s that Homer Simpson’s dad my have been in love with back when he was young and frisky.

The second is a modern chick with glasses and a penetrating gaze.

Boys, I know you know what you did to deserve it.

I love red and pink and explored those colors a bit here.

Another thing theses imaginary portraits have in common is the use of rhinestones in the pupils.

I have also added a piece of red pipe cleaner to the bottom pic.

I’m thinking about taking in two of my decorated candles.

There is the glitzy Elvis:

And the sparking Dos Charros for which I used a repurposed Mexican movie poster image:

For these I mixed water color, Dr. Martin’s dyes, with mod podge to make a translucent color that would dry hard. Yes, there is some glitter glue thrown in for good measure.

You can see the gold on the sombrero and red glitter on the woman’s dress. I put a line of mirrors and beads on the top and bottom of this candle, too.

I have been really inspired by Mexican cinema. The poster art is very cool. I’m waiting for this book to arrive from Oregon so I can familiarize myself with the artists.

The image used for the cover of the book is one of my favorites.

I made a candle from this image too. I gave it to my former RS editor, Pat Butler, as a going away present. I love him. It’s odd to note but the RS exodus started with his departure.

How flipping cool is this?

Tuesday with Morning

Posted in Art, nature with tags , , on October 21, 2008 by darcyarts

Tuesday has arrived at last and I am here trying to gather myself and get to work.

I felt very much like painting this morning and I am hoping that I can avoid being so distracted that I lose that motivation.

The light was brilliant outside the kitchen windows this morning and the wind helped make the fairy light circles dance around the patio, all over the herbs and vegetables, the picnic bench and the gray concrete.

The sun made the tarragon look so great. The yellow was bright and beautiful next to the green.

I didn’t really have a choice of color when I bought the buckets but blue has looked just right in all the pictures.

A few days ago I received notification that the Amaryllis Belladonna bulbs I ordered had arrived at my local Orchard Hardware Supply.


They look great but the best thing is their aroma. I’ve spoken of it here before. It’s heavenly. My perfect environment includes the sea, towering eucalyptus and soft California rolling hills dotted with Amaryllis on their naked stems.

We won’t see these until next spring. At least I don’t expect to see them. The plants in California often become confused by weird weather.


The pale yellow chilis I cut last week are turning orange.

They are big, about four or five inches long, and waxy. When they are yellow they taste like something you’d find on an Italian sandwich . They mellow into a more interesting flavor as they darken.

I think, this year, I’ve had more fun looking at the vegetables than eating them. 

Still, a tomato that tastes like a tomato is a wonderful thing.

I posed the ripened chilis like nude models yesterday.


This one is a delight with the green stem and the patch of yellow near the tip encircled by the darkest orange color, nearly red.

 As usual these vegetal things have the best color sense. I bow down to their natural ability to work a color scheme.

Perfect in every stage.

I love the wrinkled, dissected chili with the seeds exposed.

Clothing designers, I have spent the last few weeks with you via Project Runway.

You could really get “organic” into your pallette if you spent a little more time with veggies. Cut them open and have a look. Watch them ripen. They have a lot to tell you about shape, texture, blending color.

16 Days

Posted in nature, socialization with tags , , on October 19, 2008 by darcyarts

I am doing deep breathing exercises and I feel I will need to do them religiously over the course of the next 16 days.

I have consumed a lot of MSNBC. I have been experiencing the car crash syndrome. I cannot often look away but sometimes the vicious skankiness that is being hurled gets to be too much and I have to close my eyes.

We all love America. Do you sometimes not recognize her? Do you sometimes wonder how such blatantly irresponsible people were able to assume her care?

Can we ever put important decisions back into the hands of a well-informed citizenry? How will we recover the fire of commitment to know what is going on here? How will we enlighten the ignorant and guide them onto a path where learning and questioning are necessities for being “pro-American?”

Please read this article on American voter stupidity.

When will we stop bullshiting and start demanding a clear accounting for all the important elements of this society?

Breath, breath, slowly exhale.

I cannot bear to wake up on November 5th to find crass liars and hate-stoking imbeciles headed to the White House.

Let the true-hearted shepherds take a turn. Let the people put their hands on the wheel again.

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Posted in Art, dreams, film, music, writing with tags , , , on October 18, 2008 by darcyarts

Started the morning listening to NPR. Scott Simon was talking to a man with a very, very soothing voice. Simon seemed very moved by much of what the man said.

Simon’s guest was a deep thinker. His words showed a very intelligent view of life and the universe. Some of the things he said were profound and unexpected especially for someone in his profession.

It was Terrence Howard.

He spoke of spending the last few weeks with his mother before her death. He spoke of teaching his son important things like  carpentry and landscaping. He spoke of his interest in science and the nature of the universe, bubbles, clouds, symmetry.

We heard some music from his new self-produced recording.

I looked at his astrological chart. He’s a Piscean with moon in Sagittarius. We don’t know his Rising sign (Ascendent) because we have no birth time.

Here is the Astrotheme chart for Howard. Check it out so you can have a visual guide.

His Mercury is in Aquarius, his Venus and Saturn in Aries, his Mars in Sagittarius, Jupiter and Uranus in Libra, Neptune in Scorpio and Pluto in Virgo. 

He has a lot of Fire in his chart but a good amount of Water and Air, too. Very little Earth.

He’s fairly balanced. Both Pisces and Sagittarius are mutable signs. One giving imagination. One giving courage and the will to take action. The combination means an innate ability to make dreams come to fruition.

His album is called “Shine Through It” and that is pretty much his philosophy. Don’t let the crud get you down. Just shine your love through it.

Love + action = shinging through it.

I was shocked when scanning through google image that I did not find 100 dreamy color pictures of Howard and his beautiful green eyes.

I did find one that I like.

Hearing the radio interview with Howard, who I really like as an actor, caused me to add a couple of movies to my Netflix queue.

I realized that I hadn’t seen Oprah’s filmed version of Norah Zeale Hurston’s “Their Eyes Were Watching God.”

I’m pretty sure I did not watch the film when it was on TV because it stars Halle Berry.

I know Oprah thinks Halle is the most beautiful woman in the world and I have appreciated her acting, say in “Monster’s Ball.”  But even if Berry is a strong black woman she is not the strong black woman I saw in my mind’s eye when I read the book.

If you read Hurston’s heartbreaking story, and please do before you see the film, you will see what I mean. I know everybody has different images of fictional character’s cast in their minds when they get lost in a tale, but Halle Berry? Really Oprah? Naw. She’s too of her time. Her beauty is of a sort of anemic contemporary sort. It doesn’t seem rich or earthy enough to be the kind I imagine I read in “Their Eyes Were Watching God.”

And if I had cast the movie I would have given Terence Howard the role of Teacake. What I love most about Howard is his tenderness,  the way he communicates vulnerability.

I’m pretty sure another actor (Michael Ealy) got that plum role in Oprah’s version. So right there, I think I might have to take it off my list.

Lately, I think after watching “Iron Man,” I have imagined that I would write a screen play in which Terrence plays a beautiful gay man. I see him with long hair. He is the founder of a communal living space. Maybe this is in some foreign place or time. I haven’t really begun to think it through but it could be very dreamy and powerful, just like Howard.