Friday, July 4, 2014

Butcher with Hogs Head-Original Georgia Red Mud Painting-Southern Folk Fine Art

I am making my Grandads famous hash recipe at the moment (the kind you eat, not smoke). It takes several days to make and sometimes involves the abuse of certain spiritual substances. He made it, canned it, sold it. He made it every 4th of July at the family gatherings in South Carolina. I am the only person he taught this recipe to.

I'm planning on opening a little place here serving it and fine southern art. Or I might just put the recipe in an envelope and list it on Ebay so somebody else can make a fortune on it....opening bid $500,000...that sounds about right.

The painting here I did reminds me of hog killing time at the farm. It was no picnic. This fellow though has the prize piece, no better meat than what you get of the hogs head...only cooks & butchers know that. This is a fine southern folk/fine art painting-one of my best for more reasons than one.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Big Dave Edgefield Jug-Original Georgia Red Mud Painting-Southern Folk Fine Art

I've been into southern pottery for a while. My mothers side all come from the Edgefield District going back to the 1700's. I still have family in Greenwood & Edgefield in fact there are a few who live right out in the Phoenix area where Thomas Chander had a pottery back in the early-mid 1800's. Thomas Chandler is said to be one of the potters who trained Dave The Slave Drake. My Dad's side came from North Carolina/Virginia. I did some research a few years ago and determined my Chandler side came from the same area as Thomas Chandler and I might be related to him. This would be odd, because my mother and father met in the 1960's and there are no Chandlers on her side before that. So it is a possibility that my Chandler side and my mothers side were mingling around the Edgefield area a hundred years or more before they finally got together, formed me and I discovered this possible lineage-all due to my art, the mud and some of the great and interesting pottery people who have become friends with me over the years.

So every now and then for the past several years I'll take a notion and paint Dave or some other potter how I think they may have looked-proud, strong, primitive. Dave was an artist for sure, I admire the vessels he made and the poetry he inscribed on them. The history of slavery has always interested me ever since I was a kid and saw the series Roots, it is our American History.

The photo below is some of my family including my great grandad at their store called Dennys in Saluda South Carolina. The photo was taken in 1892. The African American fellow in their was named Uncle Sandy and he was a sharecropper and friend who lived on the family property. I'm sure these folks knew of Dave and most definetly used his vessels at some point in their lives.

I was not raised in the South. I was raised in the Air Force, so when I came to the south to live with my grandad in the 80's to help on the farm, I had more than culture shock to say the least. I was never raised around the "color barrier". There was no room for that in my Dad's business of intercontinental ballistic missiles-everyone who was under his command had to be color-blind. I never could get used to the southern issue of racism, white town, brown town or any of that. I look at the photo of my kin though and feel good that maybe they weren't too bad, having Uncle Sandy in there with them.

Most people don't know this, but the issue of race has been an underlying motif in my art for decades now, it struck me hard as a young man never being raised around it, it still is a weird fascination with me. There is a great deal more to this than just primitive folk paintings and Georgia Red Mud, but I'll save that for the book maybe. Also, those who feel this is inspired by this person or that person, my first and still biggest influence will always be Benton, Lawrence and social realism. When I was a kid and went to the Harry S. Truman library, the Benton murals struck me like nothing else ever has. I was in the third grade.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

The Farmers Dog-Original Georgia Red Mud Painting-Southern Folk Fine Art

I've been working on a new series of paintings. This is one of them. There is another one, it's a big one. It's probably too big to show and if I do show it, I'll probably get lynched.

I would hope to have a show with some of this work, but I can never bring myself to approach anyone. I used to and they would look at me it seemed before they looked at the art.

I remember I was working a job at a newspaper in California, so I had to look nice and clean shaven. I took some of my art photos into some dumb coffee-shop one day to see if I could hang my art and the hippy lady in there gave me a head to toe and said no. She never did look at my work-Thank God for that.

Anyway, this new series is about social realism and the things I hear people say when they don't think anyone is listening, it's about what goes on in the mind of anything innate, primitive including the Farmers Dog.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Libba's Banjo Chicken Serenade-Georgia Red Mud Painting

Title: Libba's Banjo Chicken Serenade

Artist: Steven Chandler

Signed: Chandler '14, also signed/ titled on back

Medium: homemade Georgia Red Mud Paint TM, artist paint, graphite & archival sealer on a thick wood board

Size: 17 1/2 x 17 1/2 inches

My first painting of Libba, titled Libba With A Prewar Martin sold a few years ago. Here she is again, done as a Rotunda Painting. My first one. She is gathering the chickens together for the evening roost, what better way to do than then with a fine southern gospel.

I am moving my studio over the border for a spell. I will be roughing it. I won't have net there for a while if at all, but will check in on things from various hot spots or when I'm back here at the homestead. It is very hard to have your studio where you also live especially in this old place that needs constant attention. I need to get away from it for a while and free up my head. This old place has about killed me in the 9 months I've lived here. Again though, I will be checking my messages everyday or every other day, so let me know if you have any questions.

You might see some of my earlier sketch paintings on Ebay presented very unprofessionally. Most of this work was bought when Graves Country Gallery closed due to Ol Roff, the owners poor health. Thank goodness Ol Roff is better. These paintings that seem to pop-up whenever I list and get bids, in most cases, are not my best work in my opinion, but usually earlier "Red Mud" work. Some are paintings I had a long time and are sentimental because they are in the background of many of my family photos.

I just wish it was presented a bit better by a real art gallery. This brick & mortar place never consulted with me before using my name and art to promote their mass-produced coffee shop art house. All my paintings have a story, a history, they're very personal.

This "gallery" didn't even have my name right initially much less good photography or descriptions of the art. Immediately upon their brick & mortar grand opening they were posting their inventory on Ebay as well. I would go into the communication between myself and this shoddy operation, but I'm trying to keep this blog about the art not some 3rd grade mentality gutter.

It is brain-numbingly hard sometimes though, dealing with idiots on the internet.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Farmer With Red Mud Chickens-Georgia Red Mud Painting-Contemporary Southern Folk

Time to catch up, time to repost some of the older masterpieces and finally get to some new work. So my next round of blogs will be a mix of old and new, who cares, nobody is looking at this blog anyway. I've become bored with the net. I don't update this blog and really don't do much else on here. I'm not promoting myself really, never did that much anyway though. So, despite my health and house problems, coming here and updating for a non existent audience seems pointless. Maybe I do just to document what I'm doing inconsistently. My house and health have been an issue lately none the less.

I finally thawed out from the worse winter in Georgia since the stone-age.

Got pneumonia, pinched a nerve in my shoulder and just last week contacted a horrible case of poison ivy that sent me to the doctor and the emergency room for the first time in decades.

One thing after another, this old place does not want my big garden, not my soon to be chicken coop!

No!

It wants my blood it seems.

I will have Red Mud Chickens!

Friday, February 28, 2014

Finally Some Light-Man Eating Hand

It has been over twenty years since I had a place to work with decent natural light and I aint talking Natty Lights.

But before I get too far into this next phase, I think I'll go forward with what was mentioned in the edit of the previous post. So to the file cabinet to repost a few from what was removed a while back. Maybe erasing my blog history was a good idea at the time, I just can't remember why. Not sure what this blog is for anyway.

A testament of mans willingness to survive? I do seem to eat my own hand a great deal of the time.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Old Slave Jug Genie-Steven Chandler-Georgia Red Mud Painting

I have made art everywhere I lived my entire life, before college, during college after college, before crappy jobs, during crappy jobs, after crappy jobs, and so on and so forth including now in some unheard of place deep in the south of rural Georgia.

I guess what I am trying to say, the point wasn't clear on my last edit, is that the internet for me has painted itself in the corner. Youtube, once a cool place for art/performance/comedy has lost its interaction literally. Other than that, it's all business or BS. Anyway, this blog is all there is for me and I don't feel too much like writing anymore. I sort of wish I hadn't taken down the last few years of posts, so I think in the coming weeks I'll repost some of my banner paintings with a word or two. Hopefully this will lead up to the next phase of my plan....

If I could go back before a time when I was just happy painting and thinking about only that, I wouldn't be here.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Woman With Rhode Island Reds-Steven Chandler Georgia Red Mud Painting

Sold out of the studio hours after finishing it. It was a good one, knew it would be. They just happen that way sometimes, painted in the head and done. That act of actually painting, dirty, formality. Another one though, saved from the time-sucking dread, anonymous zombified watchers and torture of the Bay.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

This Old Art "Studio" Space-Georgia Red Mud

January 2014: Not much space to work, ten by sixteen feet give or take. High, high ceilings, no insulation under the centuries old heart of pine floors, cold, hard to work but getting by.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Sunday, December 8, 2013

9 Finger Mary With Speckled Swan Gourds-Georgia Red Mud Painting

Mary lost a digit chopping wood one morning, she didn't miss a beat, kept on chopping-was just too cold to feel a thing. One of the last of 2013.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Afro Sheen 1983 (Manner Of BT) Georgia Red Mud Painting 2013

Afro Sheen 1983 (Manner Of BT)-Georgia Red Mud Painting 2013. I remember my football teammate in California.Brantly would have to wear a bag under his football helmet to keep his afro sheen in. My other good friend PeeWee, being the first kid in school getting Jerry Curls, they messed it up and he went bald. So he wore his ball cap to school on backwards so the brim would cover the big bald spot.The teachers said he couldn't wear it, so he just stopped coming to school until his hair grew back.Remember the 80's?!?

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Channel Catfish-Georgia Red Mud Painting

Here's the latest Catfish painting, haven't done one in a while. It was done on some leftover cement board I used to have my shower walls fixed this summer. Now that I'm out in the country, the real country, I've found some folks who told me where to catch-um. Looking forward to making my Grandads catfish stew in the not too distant future.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Past Bluesman Series Works-Steven Chandler Georgia Red Mud

One last grand one is about done, maybe one other small one, then the official hiatus will start on these indefinitely-Burned-Out.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Leaf Rakers Purgatory-Georgia Red Mud Painting

The ones in the back, on the side and especially the big old oak out front are driving me crazy with leaves. I rake a ton up, haul them to the mulch pile and by the next day a ton again.

I'll be chopping one of the big oaks down this week with an ax, never chopped a big one like this down, but I need the light back there for the garden this spring-too many trees, too many leaves at this old place.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Steven Chandler Artist & Georgia Red Mud Painting

The last few years of this blog were purged for personal reasons.

1970's with giant airplane assemblages in the backyard. (deaf as a bat)

I'm an artist. I live in rural Georgia.I have lived all over the U.S.A. I have been making art all my life. After I got my first computer in late 2004 I was able to get online and start showing it. I listed a few paintings on Ebay as sort of a joke to myself. The joke turned into something else.

Poverty Stricken California 1995 with Crawling On The Edge Of Nothing.