Monday, November 19, 2012

Who Speaks For The Water

Formerly called Bad Water, this painting's title was inspired by a blog post I wrote about a year and a half ago. I completely forgot that the photo I used at the beginning of that post is the same one from which I did the painting. The water was putrid in that lagoon. My brother and I were separated from it by an eighth of an inch of fiberglass. Get in a canoe and go there. Go into any little lagoon along the Hackensack River. You'll appreciate the pristine clear liquid that flows from the tap in your sink. Consider that the fact that the water in that lagoon used to be just as crystal clear, before civilization turned it into a sewer.

My only disappointment about this painting is that I wasn't able to fully capture the greazy film that was floating on the surface of the water. It was everywhere. It's lethal to anything that lives. It's gonna find its way into your body by way of the food chain. It will be in all of the food you eat. Your babies will be drinking it in trace amounts. If you're a mother it will be in your breast milk. Male or Female, it will be somewhere in your body. It may give you cancer.

I finished this painting in 22 sittings, and I captured each night's work and posted them here. The first one shows the original photo and an unpainted canvas with my pencil sketch, and you can follow the progress from there. I won't put links to all of them, but its easy enough to scroll through. I plan on making a video like the one I did for Xanadu, but maybe after Thanksgiving.

So here it is, the final photo:

Matthew Green, Who Speaks For The Water, 30" x 48", oil on canvas, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Bad Water 22 - Done...

This painting is done. Time to move on. "Official" photo coming soon. No real title as of yet. Meanwhile I'm finishing this wine. Celebration time... 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Bad Water 21 - Growing Weary

I'm not weary of this painting. In fact, it's exactly the opposite. I'm in the beginning of a Fall Surge. Usually I wind things down in the fall and close up the studio for the holidays, but not this year. I've been distracted lately by other things, such as order fulfillment and Superstorm Sandy. Tonight was a re-emergence, and I think this thing is close to finished. New material is on the hopper and I'm feeling energized early heading into my January Zen period.

I'm weary of posting this painting each time I work on it. It's getting old. This blog is getting old. I think its time to close up shop, shut it down, kill it before it multiplies. I think this project is also coming to an end. I never got the grant money I was seeking and now its 3 years on and I need to find something else to pursue. I have some ideas on new subject matter and its nothing to do with The Meadowlands.

And I need a real title for this painting. I'm just not feeling Bad Water anymore. Gotta dig deep for that.

For what its worth, here's Bad Water 21....

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Bad Water 20

I had a whole lot of things to say in this post, but I'm just glad now to have just had the energy to paint, and I'll leave the writing for another day.

I will say one quick thing about an unrelated topic. Doug Fister, a baseball player, is a pitcher for the Detroit Tigers. He was hit in the head by a line drive tonight in the 2nd inning of game 2 of the World Series. While he eventually would give up the winning run, he stayed in the game after being hit, and even pitched into the 7th inning.

Many of you may not be familiar with baseball, but the guy was 60 feet from the batter, and a hard smash by the batter hit the right side of his head and ended up in the outfield. He shook it off and played on as if it didn't happen. He has re-defined the concept of tough for me.

I was hit in the head by a few metaphorical line drives over the past few days. I'm still in the game. In fact, I worked on the 20th installment of Bad Water tonight against all odds that I would have the energy to paint for 2 hours after the week I've been having.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Bad Water 19

This painting is all about the water. It all comes full circle.

Tomorrow I hope most of this is dry and I can continue the detail of the film on the water. One can only imagine what that film is. I certainly don't know, as I wasn't exactly going to put my hand into it to find out what it was. I didn't have the means to test water samples from the site. Its not what I was there for. I was just there to take the picture, record the moment, show us where we've been, try and predict where where going.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Bad Water 18

So I started really attacking the water in the foreground, not as successfully as I would have liked. The photo, which doesn't accurately reflect reality, makes my hack job look half decent. I'm hoping the liquin in the paint helps it dry by tomorrow, because although tomorrow is Friday, and I generally keep Friday nights holy and free of work, I may actually want to get back into this.

Meanwhile, my entire body of work has now been made available on Zatista, and you can visit my store and buy my work at fire sale prices by clicking here. You'll find oldies as well as new stuff, and the longer something's been hanging around the better the deal.

Now I'll have to bang this one out, since all of my inventory will be moving out rather quickly and there won't be any art to hang on the walls in my house.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Bad Water 17 And A Veep And Pony Show

So I put on the double LP Before The Flood, Bob Dylan and the Band, at about 10:30 tonight. I should have put it on an hour earlier, or as a friend suggested, put on Dark Side Of The Moon just as Biden roared, so tonight's actors in the Presidential Pageant would seem to talk in sync with the music, just like what potheads do with The Wizard Of Oz.

In a crumbling world, no one can address the root causes of things like wars, they only argue about who voted to pay for them, or about whether or not marines should have been guarding a diplomat who was killed in a part of the world that has been ravaged by greed, mainly inflicted by Western "interests."

No one can address how our civilization has caused so much violence and destruction to our world it will render it uninhabitable in a few generations. This is where I come in.

Not really. I'm just a painter. You make what you want out of it.

If you've been reading along over the past few weeks you'll notice that something in this picture is missing. I'll let you find it. If you do, you win a prize.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Bad Water 16

I just don't know about this one. It's not living up to expectations. The last painting was exponentially more successful and easier. A friend of mine took the photo from last night and photoshopped Martin Sheen coming up out of the water in Apocalypse Now. I think that's where this painting has to dwell. It just has to be content with being a train wreck.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Bad Water 15

What's going on here? This one is supposed to be all about the water. It needs more funk.

Friday, October 5, 2012

The Legacy Of A Dead Planet (again)

I posted my artist's statement a few months ago but revised it a little, so I'm posting it again. I hate artist's statements because I have to have one to submit work to galleries, and because they're completely subjective, and consist of nothing but hyperbole and mindless pontification. I find them to be completely disingenuous, and they reveal little or nothing about what really inspires the artists who write them. Since I'm forced to have one of these dreadful documents, I instead decided to make mine to be more of a confession than a description of my work. Enjoy...

The Legacy Of A Dead Planet

My work is a record of my personal journey of discovery and adventure. It’s a deeper look into the conflict between Nature and Man. Studying this conflict requires complete honesty, and in order to fully understand this dynamic, an observer must accept the possibility that the side to which his sympathy is given may not be winning.

This is not such an easy idea to accept for someone who is a lover of Nature, because it should be obvious that Nature will most likely obliterate any of Man’s accomplishments. That which Man creates is made of Nature’s building blocks, and is therefore no greater than Nature itself. Buildings crumble and rot, images fade away, civilizations and their hopes and dreams fall to pieces as elements react with elements and molecules with molecules. Sublime natural forces such as rust or mold are as detrimental to Mankind as the atomic fusion that creates stars and galaxies.

So if Nature has so much going for it, how can Mankind possibly pose a threat? What efforts can humans bring that will overcome the powers of creation? These are questions that I have been exploring in my studies of abandoned buildings and polluted wetlands. The first look at a crumbling brick row home with trees growing up through the roof would seem to indicate that given enough time, Nature will get the upper hand. But something else is there, something sinister, something malignant, even depraved.

Picture yourself on a canoe, floating down a canal that cuts through a thick marsh, with the tops of foxtail grasses reaching fifteen feet above the water line. Their roots are planted firmly in an oozy, green and brown base of land that seems like an ordinary marsh bed when casually viewed as you drift by. Upon closer inspection, you discover that this miry substratum is more than muddy earth. It’s also a tangled mesh of old shoes, bottles, cans, wires, fabric, hoses, and any other relic that Man can create and discard. You soon realize that this marsh is growing on a land base that is made entirely of garbage. Acre after acre of what seemed like a pristine aquatic wilderness is actually an old landfill.

I used to claim that my work was, at its very core, optimistic. I believed that by drawing attention to distressed environments, I could convey the need to address concerns about the natural world and what our species would do to reverse the devastation it had caused. I believed that ultimately, Nature would prevail and rid itself of the plague that Mankind had brought. As I do more research and observation I’m beginning to feel that perhaps I was initially misguided and wrongly idealistic.

My recent studies of the New Jersey Meadowlands have reinforced this feeling. There aren’t many places on earth where an ecosystem has suffered so terribly from the wanton greed and selfishness of the human quest for wealth and power. With air, water and land tainted with the poisonous by-products of Mankind’s material culture, there is little reason to believe that a place that was transformed from a living wetland into a toxic wasteland can ever return to its original form. The discarded refuse and contamination is simply too widespread and too deeply infused into the land to ever be cleaned out enough to support life. The available land continues to be consumed by the demand for real estate, and the behavior of the water is forever re-directed to comply with the requirements of Mankind.

The optimism that was once the core emotion in my work has been usurped by despair. The more I see, the less I feel that Nature can eradicate the inherited desolation of a pernicious human civilization. Solid waste and toxic chemicals could potentially remain as part of the Earth’s surface forever. The self-destructive and suicidal behavior of a species which chooses to live in such a way that destroys the very ecosystem on which it relies for its survival is further proof that there is little chance for salvation from this fate. Even after our species vanishes from history, there will be a legacy, and I have chosen to record it in my paintings. It is the legacy of a dead planet.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Bad Water 14 - Better Than The Debate

Obamacare vs Bain Capital didn't distract me from my life's work. Right now this thing is all about the water. That's where I'll be for about the next 3 weeks. Paint it in little pieces, make it meaty and thick. Keep it creamy in color and remember the light. When painting water, its all about the light.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Bad Water 13

The painting made a little progress tonight, after 3 idle weeks when no work was done. Look carefully at the right side where the reeds touch the water.

The first of 3 Presidential debates takes place tomorrow. I'll be painting. Neither candidate will discuss what it will take to stop our culture from destroying life. Everything we see has a price tag. There is no other priority for civilization more important than making profit. Our way of life has doomed every ecosystem on planet Earth. This should be obvious to anyone. Human beings have been concentrated into dense urban centers where local resources have been completely consumed, and residents these urban centers must go to other places to find more resources to consume. These resources are often taken by force. The waste products produced by life in these urban centers are poison to the air, water, and land. This is reality.

Starting this winter, The Weather Channel will be naming winter storms. This is a priority. Weather is entertainment. Presidential politics is entertainment. Shootings and robberies on the news is entertainment.

I don't paint the world I want to live in. That world doesn't exist, and if it did, there would be no need for art. I paint what I see around me, and try to draw attention to how things are, to raise awareness of bad situations such as a suffering wetlands in northern New Jersey. 

Tomorrow night for most of America it will be Obamacare vs. Bain Capital. In my studio it will be Bad Water 14.

Monday, October 1, 2012

I Want To Take You Higher (Grounds)

New paintings of mine, as well as highlights from the past will be on exhibit at Higher Grounds Cafe in Philadelphia starting Thursday, October 4 through October 31. Anyone in the vicinity of Northern Liberties in Philadelphia is invited to visit the cafe at 631 North 3rd St (3rd St near Fairmount). The coffee rocks and their wifi is lightning fast.

I wasn't initially going to have any kind of opening reception, but after I created the event on Facebook, several folks had responded that they were coming. Facebook only gave me the option to enter one date for the event, so I chose Oct. 4, making it look as if I was hosting an event that night. I think I may go anyway now, since some people I haven't seen in a while may be there. I'll be there from 7:30PM until close.

I had vowed to finish the painting I'm currently working on for this hang, but a combination of laziness and lack of ambition derailed that plan. I'm not working tonight, either.

Info about Higher Grounds including their hours can be found here… 

For some reason, the name "Higher Grounds" always makes me think of this…

Not this, as you might have expected…


Matthew Green, After The Occupation, 30" x 48", oil on canvas, 2012

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Bad Water 12

part 12...

Dammit, the color change from the left side to the right side on the reeds is really obvious. When you take a week off and your color dries out you deserve to have something like that happen.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Bad Water 11

So I have a deadline now, and as you can see in the image below I have a long way to go on this thing. The last weekend in September, on the 29th or 30th I'm delivering work to Higher Grounds coffee shop in Northern Liberties, Philadelphia. Details coming soon.

What's more important is that I would like to have this painting finished (and dry) for this hang, which means it needs to be done by the 28th. To give you an idea of how daunting of a task that is, consider that this painting is on part 11. That means I've done 11 sittings, or studio sessions worth of work on it. The last time I did a step-by-step blogging of a painting was for Xanadu, which took 43 sittings to complete. Two weeks, 32 more sittings to go?

Xanadu was far more complicated and involved than this piece, and I anticipate its about 2/3 the work, but still I'm gonna have to do a lot better than the lame 1 hr sitting I just did tonight. But I love deadlines. They're an excuse to not sleep and be really moody and introspective.

What's most important is that this hang will be the public debut of After The Occupation, which I expect will incite bidding wars, maybe even riots complete with rubber bullets and tear gas, as I anticipate rave reviews and complete public hysteria over what I consider to be one of my best works to date.

I'm exaggerating a little, but I'm happy to get that one out of my house and in front of strangers. I'll be even happier if the painting below tentatively called Bad Water can get it self done in time. Take a look and let me know how much more you think I need to do on it....

Bad Water, 30" x 48", oil on canvas, ain't done yet...

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Bad Water 10

This is only an hour's worth of work. I got caught up in a late night eating binge after taking a break and just couldn't get my head back into it. Whatever. No work tomorrow either, Giants-Cowboys on TV, and I'm OK with that. I think its healthy for artists to have sports obsessions. Its way better than having a coke habit and less time consuming than surfing YouTube for conspiracy videos. And the rest of TV sucks. There's really nothing else worth watching on except for Seinfeld reruns on CW Philly and Batman on The Hub.

See if you can tell the difference between tonight's photo and the last one from last week (Bad Water 9).

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Bad Water 9

Installment #9 in this series............

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Not So Sleepless In Seattle

I noticed over the past week or so that my website was getting some attention from the Pacific Northwest, particularly Seattle, Spokane and Portland. A little boredom today prompted me to do a google search of myself, which shed a little light on this phenomenon.

I'm not quite sure what Hankblog is, or what its intended purpose is. It seems to be associated with Henry Art Gallery at the University of Washington in Seattle.

I apparently gave Hankblog an interview (maybe when I was drunk, which is a realistic possibility), although some fact checking may have been overlooked a bit by the interviewers. They did get the title of my painting correct, and even included the link to my website. But I'm strictly paint on canvas now. I stopped doing that mixed media stuff with random found objects like 15 years ago.

All kidding aside, this appears to be a simple case of mistaken identity. A quick google search of my name will demonstrate that this is a relatively easy mistake to make, turning up thousands of hits, including a former Irish MP, an English footballer, an an 18th Century English poet, and a former pitcher for the Arizona Diamondbacks. There are also contemporary musicians and artists with the same name as me, none of whom I have ever met.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend the event on the 24th at the gallery, but I live in New Jersey and probably couldn't have gotten a flight at such short notice. Besides, meeting someone with the same name as me might freak me out, like when John Malkovitch takes the plunge inside his own head.

After The Occupation by Matthew Green, not Matthew Green

Monday, August 27, 2012

Bad Water 8

Session #8, wide shot and detail. That's all for now. This painting is actually finished in my head...

Feeling like my hands are gonna fall off. Making a lot of mistakes typing. 

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Bad Water 7

Last night I didn't listen to any music while I worked. Tonight started out that way for the first hour. I think the sounds that my house makes were entertaining enough for me that I didn't need music. I also didn't feel like wearing headphones. Plus I have a permanent ringing in my ears from too much loud rock and roll and it was good to give my ears a break.

After a break I put on The Kills, then The White Stripes. And I began to think that the chemical byproducts from manufacturing CDs are probably in the water. So, too are spilled fuel and motor oil from the trucks that carry cases of CDs to stores, as well as jet fuel residue from the planes that take the musicians to gigs and recording studios around the world. I start thinking about the entire infrastructure that holds our civilization together, and how this swamp is now a dead zone because of it.

Sleep tight, world.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Bad Water 6

Nothing special to write tonight, just the 6th sitting of Bad Water...

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Bad Water 5 - A Near Catastro-tree

Ah, the evils of drink. A few weeks ago, I allowed my weakness for adult beverages interfere with my craft, and the results were nearly catastrophic. I attempted to rectify the situation tonight although I may have done serious damage to what would have been a fabulous painting.

The photos below illustrate what I'm talking about and should serve as a warning to you kids about what happens when you drink a whole bottle of wine by yourself, preceded by two IPA's. We'll call them exhibit A, B, and C.

Exhibit A - Painted Under Influence

Exhibit B - tonight's pathetic attempt at saving face

Exhibit C - I have only myself to blame

So you see, kids, not only do drinking an painting definitely not mix, but Torrontes is a fresh, aromatic white, and is the most distinctive of all Argentine wines. And believe it or not, Festivo is an inexpensive, yet surprisingly delightful option for this varietal.

Finally, I present the end result of this evening's session (click to enlarge)...

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Bad Water 4: Drinking and Painting Don't (always) Mix

The 4th sitting of this painting was a bit of a disaster. All I worked on was the tree in the middle (badly) and now I want to set this thing on fire before it gets worse...

And it was all because of this...

Let that be a lesson to me. I've been down this road many times and have come up empty on every occasion.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Updated Portfolio

My updated 2012 portfolio now includes my latest completed work, After The Occupation, as well as the article from the NJ Artists show at Lana Santorelli Gallery in Hoboken, NJ. The article has an ENTIRE PARAGRAPH on Yours Truly (woo-hoo!), although I'm not entirely satisfied with the portrayal of me (shut up, Matt, no press is bad press). But enjoy the portfolio. What's missing are the "UPS 4" paintings lost after the Great Chicago Situation of 2009. The whereabouts of these paintings remain a mystery to this day. Many UPS Customer Service managers are still traumatized as a result my verbal abuse. Moral of the story: don't answer the phone when I call. And don't lose my life's work. You'll be assaulted by a barrage of words and phrases that will leave you quivering and sobbing, and the nightmares will plague you for years.

Nevermind all of that. Enjoy the portfolio. Peace.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Bad Water 3

I'm too tired to write. Its 12:30 and its been a long day. I've sat in front of this canvas now for a total of 4 hours in 3 sittings spanning about a month. Long way to go. The water is getting active in the picture and space and depth is beginning to emerge. I like it. I need more paint. Stores are closed now. Remind me why I still do this.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Bad Water 2

I'm not sure what I did here. It's a colossal mess. I was using a lot of thinner since its the first sketch and I had to get it and the palette out of the house before everyone suffocated. Its such a simple composition, and like all the others, its already finished (in my head). I worked out the steps, how long could it possibly take? Four, maybe five weeks? We'll revisit this post in six months.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Bad Water 1

This will be another attempt at documenting the creative process. The last time I did this it was pretty successful (I think).

The first image below is the photo, and the second is the initial sketch on the canvas. It took about 15 minutes to scribble a few loose lines on the canvas. Today is July 19. At the end of each session, I'll take a photo and post it here along with some nonsense written late at night after I'm drop dead exhausted. I'm starting this at the worst possible time, as I'm about to get insanely busy at my day job. I don't do things the easy and sensible way. Between 10 PM and Midnight is when I lose all grips with reality and let go, sinking deeper and deeper into my subconscious and those dark places where the real ideas reside. When the painting is done, I'll make another video like I did with the Xanadu painting. I'll post it to YouTube and it won't go viral, but that's the way it its. I can't be responsible for people's tastes.

Maybe I'm done with this meadowlands project after this. Or maybe not. There's still more out there to explore.

Monday, July 2, 2012

There's No Such Thing As Bad Press

I don't want to go into too many in's and out's of where I think this article goes wrong on me. It's also only three sentences, but a mention nevertheless.

It's a review of the group exhibition, New Jersey Artists, which I participated in. The article from mentions me and three other artists. One of whom, Mehdi Hashemi, is without a doubt worthy of a mention, as his work was outstanding. He was worried about a fly that landed in an application of resin which he poured over his painting. I said to him that not only would a viewer never notice it, but the fly added an element of chance to his work which could only have been a product of Nature.

I was proud to show my work with so many talented artists, and have a show put together by a talented and up and coming curator, Jen May. I wish them all the best of luck and hope to see them or work with them again in the future.

Friday, June 29, 2012

New Jersey Artists

I will be at Lana Santorelli Gallery for the opening reception of a group exhibition titled, New Jersey Artists this Saturday from 6-9PM. Drop what you're doing, and get yerself to the birthplace of Sinatra for an evening.

The painting of mine that will be in the show is Big Meadow, which some of you may remember was the subject of an attempt at making the World's Greatest Art Video.

Here's some of those links:

Oh, and here's the painting featured in my hijacked version of the gallery's email blast…

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Breaking News: Big Meadow

I've just received word that the painting above, titled Big Meadow, has been chosen for a group exhibition at Lana Santorelli Gallery in Hoboken, NJ.

The exhibition is called "NJ Artists" and it opens on June 30. I'll have more details in a future post.

Some of you may remember that I recorded the early stages of creation of this work in a video series. Here's one of those videos...

and another…

Now go and tell all of your friends.

Video Evidence

The image below is the "official" photo of my most recent painting, titled After The Occupation. It was painted from a photo I shot in May of 2010 on a canoe trip in the New Jersey Meadowlands with my brother.

After I finished the painting 2 weeks ago, I remembered a comment I made on the trip, just after I snapped the photo at the 1:12 mark. In the video below, right around 1:20, you'll hear it:

What I said was: "If one of those photos is any good that I just shot earlier, that's a painting" It was either prophesy or sheer determination. Take your pick. The next image I'm thinking about comes at around 3:50. Check back in about 2 months to see how I'm doing on that one. I was pretty exhausted by the end of that trip, as you can clearly tell by my dazed and confused look near the very end of the video. The outgoing tide on the Hackensack that day was a force to be reckoned with and we were paddling against it. And yes, the ground is sometimes made of garbage. Lastly, thank you, forever, to the Victor Victor Band for the soundtrack that I stole.

Monday, May 14, 2012

After The Occupation

Matthew Green, After The Occupation, 30" x 48", oil on canvas, 2012.

I'll post a real high-res pic in a few days. This is probably the last painting I do until I get some new material. I'll be hanging this and other fantastic works in coffee shops around Philadelphia. I also plan on doing the guerilla gallery thing in Old City for First Friday this June. Actual date I think is June 1. I scouted around the neighborhood and I think the fence around the empty lot on 2nd and Race might be the top contender. There's also a nice spot where a place called the Wrap Shack used to be, I think its 2nd and Quarry St. Whatever. If you're reading this and have never been to Old City Philadelphia it's meaningless. I'll post a map I think. We'll see.

Just dig the new painting for now. Thx.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Too Tired To Type But I'm Posting Anyway

Its almost done, but I don't feel like elaborating. Go to the sidebar and click around to see earlier manifestations of this painting. For my last painting I took photos after every sitting, and then put them together for a cool little video. Unfortunately I'm too lazy to provide a link for it in this text. The blog entry is called Xanadu Lives and its also in the sidebar. I gotta go, I'm making too many typos. Enjoy...

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


Spring Has Sprung With #OccupyIndyMall

April 11, 2012

"I ain't afraid of you.
I'm just a victim of your fears.
You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear,
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand."
– Saul Williams, List Of Demands

On a makeshift information table, in front of the First Amendment stone on the north side of Independence Mall, beneath an overcast and windswept Philadelphia sky in mid-April is a small stack of the Occupied Wall Street Journal. One of the front page articles is by Cornel West, where he describes the Occupy Movement as "a soulful expression of a moral outrage at the ugly corporate greed that pushes our society and the world to the brink of catastrophe". These words were written by West in November 2011, when at its peak, the Movement seemed like a tide only beginning to rise.

Today, 10 people sit huddled around the stone, whose etched words they regard as their "permit" to use the federal land of The Mall for purposes of redressing their grievances through an ongoing protest they claim has never ended. Many people regarded the Occupy Movement as over when police in New York evicted Occupy Wall Street protestors from their encampment in Zucotti Park back in November.

Indeed, clearing the Movement's flagship occupation, as well as almost every other occupation in major cities in the U.S. and around the world has curtailed much of the momentum they seemed to be gaining last Fall. It was a logistical victory for law enforcement, a strategy that many claim was facilitated by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security to disrupt the flourishing activist communities, pushing them out of the spotlight and into the shadows.

Today's outpost in Philadelphia is in day 6. It's numbers reach only into the single digits most days, a shell of what once was, when nearly 400 tents covered the plaza behind Philadelphia's City Hall. Such is the case almost everywhere else, even in New York where demonstrations that used to number in the tens of thousands may only reach several hundred or so, even during unseasonably warm days this past March. The Spring Offensive, or American Spring, as many are calling it, has yet to catch fire and inspire the anger and frustration of the people that seemed to be building around the world just months ago.

But after spending the winter going to meetings, indoor General Assemblies, seminars, workshops, small direct actions, classes and community events, its safe to say that the Occupy Movement in Philadelphia has emerged from hibernation and has regained its public presence. Occupiers at Independence Mall have been occupying in "shifts", so that over the course of a few days, faces will come and go, suggesting that this encampment's numbers are larger than what is seen on the streets at any given time. The sense of community and cooperation between occupiers that grew out of survival in the makeshift encampments in the Fall is beginning to sprout again.

Hard core occupiers have been sleeping each night outside the Wells Fargo building across the street, a tactic referred to in The Movement as #BankSleep or #SleepfulProtest, as park guidelines prohibit sleeping in Independence Mall. A new, smaller satellite encampment is now in place at a Wells Fargo bank branch about a mile away. After days of roughing it through cold, windy days and nights, warmer, milder weather is on its way, which will bring more occupiers to the park where they will become increasingly visible to tourists and passers by. Most importantly, members of the public, whose primary source of information and entertainment originates in the watered-down Main Stream Media, will once again be exposed to the concepts of corruption and greed that were so eloquently brought to the national discourse by the Occupy Movement.

Those who sought to suppress the Movement never completely closed the door. Occupy Philadelphia has shoved in a foot and has sown the seeds of the American Spring on the mall at the Birthplace of Freedom. This could very well be the spark that re-ignites the inferno.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

More (almost done)

There's not much to say about this one, not much fanfare. It has a quiet simplicity. I would say its sublime but I'm sick of that word being used in art. Just a few more sittings and I can call it.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I'm liking where this is going

The paint is pretty wet so I can't touch it again for a few days

Thursday, March 1, 2012

More light

I've added some light back in. This is yet another painting of mine that's on the verge of self-destruction

Tuesday, February 28, 2012


I hope I didn't destroy this thing. I needed to find some vibe in it, some way of finding a connection between the sky and the water. The quality of the light is still there, and the reds have taken on more of a red jewel tone. I just hope I didn't go too far.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

In Progress

A little work on the sky. Maybe some more next week.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Next One

Here's the latest creation, 3rd sitting if you don't count the initial sketch. I have no name for it yet. I can't imagine giving it the same level of dedication for the blog, that is, I won't be shooting a snapshot after each sitting like last time.

Maybe I'll livestream it.