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Monday, June 27, 2011

Night Lights

After a Friday of art, seeing the Steins Collect at the SFMOMA, the Picasso: Masterpieces from the Musee National Picasso, Paris, and the Balenciaga and Spain (the picasso of fashion).. i'm still digesting.. more on that as i absorb it...


I took some pics on the drive home...

Night Lights



second thought, and important to me.. transitioning to a new way of life..
more to come as i render the details...

How to become Invisible ~ Kate Bush

Sunday, June 19, 2011

A New Medium Option ~ Cyanotype

Nothing like mixing it up, but truly, it is right in line with my process!!

I love photography, though I'm very amateur, and I know I'm very impatient!!!

I have been trying out some new mediums to introduce into my work, some of course I've done all along, like collage and drawing with painting, text and writing etc.. but transfers have always intrigued me, and cyanotype is playing with light and monochromatic substrate, what a wonder for me to use in layering!!!

I found myself today during my first time experimenting again and very curious, wow, what a shot in the arm!!

Anyway, it is just the beginning of another way of incorporating the "whole" me in my expression.  Yes I'm a painter, yes, i'm a sculptor, Yes I draw and write, yes, I take photographs.. I love this new explosion of opportunity!!!

Cyanotype, or blueprint is the oldest photographic printing process.  It was invented by Sir John Herschel in 1840.  Engineers and architects commonly used it to reproduce technical drawings.

The cyanotype has the honor of being the first photographic medium used to illustrate a book.  A botanist by the name of Anna Atkins used cyanotypes to copy her botanical specimens and used these prints to illustrate her book on British Algae in 1848.

This is a fascinating history for me.. I know I will be digging in to this with fervor to extrapolate my own voice using an old process.. it's so exciting for me!







I used multiple substrates, starting with a premiere presentation print paper, raw canvas, gesso'd cardboard, silk... i look forward to using these as a work on their own, also using them in the paintings, drawing and painting over them, there's tons of possibilities... this is only my first try... More of what I did today at Kala Art Institute in Berkeley CA, on my facebook page Art of Robbin Milne - Visual Artist



ciao!!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Friday, June 10, 2011

There's something dead there
The carrion-eaters circle overhead


Death is love
A quiet place


Sitting near the edge
Trickling creek melodic
The algae has grown

Flow

I watched him graduate
Visited with mom
Watch the cocoon
Butterfly

Sun on my shoulders
On my knees
Birdsong

For one moment
The world is gone
I listen

Wind whisper through trees
My spirit heavy lifts
Birdsong stronger
Closed eyes

Again the wind
To wake
Why is the leaf
Able to stay
Streaming water over rock?

Even in silence
Without a voice
In the apparent void

Rock grows algae
Supports
Distance remains
Even the lonely leaf
Requires

In death
There is love

Butterfly
Flits
Does not sit
For long


Rm 2011















What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...

and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do

but I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go

a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go

Saturday, June 4, 2011

there are no answers....

i have no words
the paint is dry
my hand is frozen

pastels feel dead
music is all i hear
tears fall

rain
wet
pain

back to the earth
red
full

back to a broken road
finding
my way

~~~~~~

back to eARTh





Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ah, back to the earth,
I screamed and
And no one listened to me
Back to the earth
I lived and they all follow

Well come on, come on, see my world, my

world.
Well, come on, come on, see my world, my

world,

Well come on, come on, see my world, my

world.
Well, come on, come on, see my world, my

world,

Well, I'm comin' down now too,
Write my way.
Well, come on, come on see my world,
Won't you fly, high
Well come on, come on see my world.
Well come on, come on see my world, my

world, hey, hey.

Write my way a write my way, my way.
Write my way, a write my way, hey, hey.
Write my way a write my way, my way.
Write my way, a write my way, hey, hey.

Back to the earth, I feel it.
Back to the earth I'm fallin'
Ah, back to the earth, I feel it.
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'.

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me when we are so young.

Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma

Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma

Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul

Back to the earth, I feel it, yeah.
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me many divisions of you
Many divisions of me when we are so young.

Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma

Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul

~~~~
Broken Road



Born again on a island of sale
He lived there six months too long
Only ten out of jail
He looked at me his eyes were haggard and pail
His skin was tarnished and torn just like a rusted old nail
Well some people pass through this world with no pain
But Johnny mingled in its company again and again
He said he wanted to see paradise and travel so far
All he'd seen of it was standing hind' those ugly prison bars

So many good people they come good people they come, from a broken road
So many good people they come good people they come, they come and they go

Johnny hailed from the city of thieves
He'd cut his teeth down backwards alley's since 1973
He said he'd had a troubled run that was easy to see
He traveled East to West didn't miss a single penitentiary
From the Bronx over to Queen's down in South Jersey
I-95 to West Virginia well they caught up in Cincinnati
Crossed the Mason Dixon border Kansas City, Oklahoma
The Devil on the shoulder of a good hearted man

(Chorus)
Woah'can you out-run the weight of the world, the weight of the world
when it's holding you down?
Woah can you out-last the pain of the fall, the pain of the fall
when you fall to the ground?

(Chorus)
So many good people they come good people they come, from a broken road
So many good people they come good people they come, they come and they go


~~~~

Thursday, June 2, 2011

frankenthaler has always struck me, her boldness, the largeness of her work, the simplicty, the confidence.

http://youtu.be/PsoaxUcwp3s



Her work gives me permission even though i dont' need it, to paint my feelings, to risk trying new ideas and most of all, to enjoy myself in the work.


 untitled rtm 2008

Willem deKooning, too, his boldness and use of large canvas and brushstrokes influenced me early on... even today, i look at his work as a reference, as a fresh and new way of painting.

http://youtu.be/9iK5bq_BrHw







untitled rtm 2009

Matisse's bold color and how he divides his space, composes the work with his figures, collages, mixtures of contrasting and complimentary values, texture still play a big part of how i look at compostion and bringing light into the work...

http://youtu.be/5m-B_15icZA



Each time I study their work, I learn something new.


untitled rtm 2007