Friday, March 20, 2015

Rabbits In Holes-Large Oil On Canvas or Mac & Cheese Boxes

These large canvas works in oil are quite the challenge. One mistake, and all is lost.

But then again, so are the small studies on the back of cereal, mac & cheese and pizza boxes.

A little cheaper than oil & canvas however.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Art Studio Shots Early Spring 2015-More dissatisfaction, the insanity, of space

One room in the front is sealed like a tomb, filled with turpentine and gesso fumes, canvas & big, potentially disastrous paintings or hopefully the other way around.

Then there is the newly organized back room, with the newly screened in porch, done by yours truly. Breathing happens here along with a sketch book, stretchers to be built and paintings to be stacked, if they aren't sold or painted over first. It's not perfect, but it works for now until a big, one roomed studio is built out back or I move to a warehouse in the heart of the city where the alligator roams....or something like that.

Of course the damn dogs in the back room are never going to stop barking, outside or in my mind. The redneck trucks rumbling down the street in the front will never be muffled. The dissatisfaction of space will never stop. Decent studio space and as the Grinch said "all the noise, noise ,noise" or no studio space but peace and quiet. What will it be Steven Chandler? You have no other choice in this life. Try not to go mad.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Hound With Crows-Large Oil Painting Southern Contemporary Art

These large oil paintings on canvas are a challenge to do here. Not much space and it's so cold. I work them between slight warm-ups. There is a frantic quality to them, it works for me in this environment. I can't imagine having a large well lite studio with the luxury of a thermostat....must be nice. Of course I made worse work over the years, way worse.

I'm not sure where to put these paintings when I'm done, they are huge. The luxury of living in such an old home is there are very tall ceilings. So I will hang them high for now.

Maybe I can sell these or at least have a show someday if anyone finds me out her in rural net space.

Or like all my large canvas paintings from the 1990's, they'll eventually get rolled-up and shoved under the house so the mice can shit on them.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Manilla Folder Art, More Large Oils, Old Cold House

Just trying to make it through February, nearly impossible in a 30 degree studio. At this point the wood for the stove is too wet to burn and the space heater runs the bill up way too high.

So huddled on the couch under a blanket, a pencil and a stack of manilla folders until the pipes freeze again or the plastic needs mending.

Then under the house I go a pocketed full of staple gun and duct tape, followed by stick patrol around the yard for fire kindling.

Treasure warmth and the simple gesture of walking to your wall and pushing the thermostat needle.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

When life stops, art and everything around you does too-Until it is given to you again.

Friday Feb 13 I get a frantic garbled call from my daughter-We were in a wreck. It was 40 miles away I fly in the car, no cell phone, I have no idea what happened. I get there, there is nothing. I go to one hospital, nothing, the next one, I find them in the ER.

1:30am, just got home from the ER, worst nightmare, my premonition from 2 days ago came true on Friday 13th, I'm just glad my wife & daughter were not killed, their car totaled by an asshole truck with a battering ram on the front....

Took my wife to see the devastating site of her destroyed Volvo at the wrecker yard. It was very rough for her, but she wanted to see it. I am trying to scramble, hustle art, guitars, my soul, whatever to get a car for them, get the old van running or something so they can keep going to school and work. Right next to the crashed Volvo is a fence. In the mist of the snow flurries and freezing wind, these two hogs came up and told me to paint them, that it just might help. I can't tell you how many times paintings have come to me this way.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Beast Hound In Orange-SC Chandler, Artist, Somewhere, Nowhere, Georgia

Once again, not much need to type words here since there's a video. I'm not sure I address the work very much in the video.

I always seem to get sidetracked by jumbled thoughts squeezed into five, ten minutes of talk.

I suppose this first in the new series of oils, canvas, largeness,even more so down the line, will eventually explain itself maybe.

Unfortunately this painting will be three thousand miles away from me for the foreseeable future.

The funds gained from it long gone spent, barely, at the grocery store, lights, water, gas, car insurance or the ever increasing internet extortion bill.

I am grateful, thankful however. Someone recognized this new painting, appreciated it, wanted it and it has not a drop of Georgia Red Mud on it, not a breath of "folk". Thank You Very Much!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Redneck Dog, Man Eating Hand, Ebola Queen

The Redneck Dog, mostly oil on canvas. This came about after hearing a brief conversation between two people in the neighborhood as to why his dog barks at certain people. Lets just say the conversation was not very politically correct. Where did the rabbit people come from though, a canine translation perhaps? What do you think a dog is seeing, thinking, when barking aimlessly through the air?

Man Eating Hand, oil on canvas. Something was going through my head one day about survival, mans willingness to survive. I remember a few years after getting my B.F.A. digging in dumpsters behind an Albertsons in California, trying to find the expired bags of bread they would occasionally throw out. I had two jobs, cleaning toilets and working in a photolab. My wife had a job too. We still couldn't eat sometimes. That was California for us, expensive and people didn't want to pay you shit.

Ebola Queen, oil on raw stretched canvas. The African rituals of eating their dead loved ones struck a cord with me. What a perfect epicurean way to spread the disease while worshiping some faith or almighty leader. I guess Christians got something right converting the blood and body of Christ to wine and crackers, thank goodness for that.

These are some of my recent oil on canvas paintings. I've also been custom making the stretchers out of oak, very nice stretchers, time consuming to make however. I plan on keeping with this though. It is a refreshing break from the now ten year plus Georgia Red Mud series.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Hands Up.Don't Shoot,I Can't Breathe, Bill Cosby's A Rapist? Georgia Red Mud Painting

The world seems to have gone nuts all the sudden. Robert Frost wrote Nothing Gold Can Stay. I say Nothing Gold Is Gold Anymore.

I'm not trying to be accusatory here, this is just an observation piece, a sign of the times, bewilderment. Everything we are supposed to trust is out the window.

Who is telling the truth? Issues about race have turned green folks, plain and simple.

I'm sure this is not one of my more palatable works, I most likely will take it down and paint a happy little kitty or a horsey or some other idea that matches someones living room setting.

It is a slice of my day though, sitting here in the studio, listening to the CNN Dramadome. It is sad, scary, a canvas for sure though.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Dueling Banjo Rattlesnake Cobra Joe's-Georgia Red Mud Painting Waterloo

After nearly two years, two living situations, at least two nervous breakdowns, I finally finished this one.

This one was sort of a part two of a earlier work of Joe's with just plain rattlesnakes. That one has been gone for a few years now. This one all the more deadly with the rare, elusive Northeast Georgia Rattlesnake Cobra.

The Joe's play for their lives while the serpents dance around their necks. The first to stop playing will be bit.

One thing I've learned is it's hard to stop a work like this and pick it up later. It needs to be done in the moment. I was unfortunate to have started it right before our house flooded. Then we moved to a 125 year old fixer-upper in the country and the Cobra Joe's were just stared at, unfinished for a long cold spell.

I don't think I can top this one and quite honestly am a bit burned-out on the whole Bluesman/Musical theme. This one was my Waterloo-sprayed with the garden hose and taken in the shower several,several times. Not being done in the moment, getting back in was torture. I got back in for a moment and that was enough. Done. Sealed forever.

Until the next one bites me.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Redneck Dogs, Man Eating Hand, The Finished Masterpiece Not Folk Art Beer & Bacon

I'm still trying to re-archive some older work here. The more I go forward though the less I can delve back into the past I'm afraid.

I keep getting sidetracked by what's in front of me and a good bit of time what Texas artist George Zupp places there as well. Our ongoing whatever you want to call it, collaborative, gets in my sights and things must be addressed.

It does keep me from the cancerous couch and the internet news cycle at least-things that contrary to most thought can kill an artist.

And beyond the Southern, black people doing things, country white-boy blues, the mystique of being artistic and very rural, there is a salvation to all this you might be pondering.

A long looked at, half done masterpiece finally gets finished.

No haggling on this one though, I'll just keep it with mine.

From here on out, I'm satisfied with just beer & Bacon-Cheers!