Star Guitar

photos: Jan Meissner






photos: Mel Rabinowitz:

Open Studio

I moved all the paintings around so that the newer ones (mixed a bit with ones from other years) would be in the studio area and able to talk to each other.
This weekend I open the doors and people wander through. The star guitar will be here, all shiny, strung and electrified.
Its all the antithesis of museum cool--an architecture of images, bricks, green floor and attendant artist in her Mexican sun chair & man with painted cosmic guitar.

J G

J G Ballard died this past weekend. He was one of my favorite writers. One of those rare people who could articulate with words what I struggle to do with paint. I have many apertures in my head that open to places he invented. There are crystalline psychologies, rampant weathers, dire contemplations of ingestion, and the pure, hard stare into the landscape of this Kali Yuga.

Spring Garden

With the help of Feather (above) and the man with the Martian egg (below) I worked through the old foliage, stems and leaves to uncover the bones of the garden. The flowers were all the more sweet in their delicate radiance surrounded by the dun of earth.
I particularly love the bluebells and windflowers. Such cool tones are rare in the petal world.

off the cliff again

OK, here we go, taking a running jump into northeast Wolffland, off the little overhang of today into the clear abyss, scribbling in geometry (of a sort), body, buildings and cosmos (not drawn in-you'll have to imagine it flourished across the sky, squeezing through the brickwork (also not drawn in) and dancing on the the court lines) on the down glide, down fly, falling, falling, not yet landed---see you there...

Blue Roses

The same color as a four-armed God's skin...
Its the time of blue roses, just before avatars push aside boulders and go off to other places...
Two days ago it snowed and today I find flowers in the color of summers deepest sky.

stars with music

The painting has its own soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=On5372UztI0

Star Guitar Unmasked

We took the masking tape off the star guitar. It still needs its hardware jewelry--but see how happy its parents are with it....

stars in my pocket

The outer space blackboard gets a bit more developed....apologies to my friend Chip Delany for swiping part of one of his titles....

Star Guitar & sibling

So the star guitar's back has its whirling nebulae. A drift of interstellar gas wisps up the neck to a cluster of small stars.




It hangs next to its offspring, the second blackboard space painting--just begun: