Something About a Hacksaw, in Shanghai Friday, May 8 2009
Art and Diary and General and Music and Overheard Conversations and People 5:21 pm
I recently had the pleasure of helping out with this, for the awesome Shanghai based music site Layabozi. The site has been one of the links in my sidebar for a while. The variety of articles on Layabozi is great – it’s eclectic, open-minded, rich in mental and visual stimulation, has no genre boundaries and is written by true music lovers, who take music seriously but still have a sense of humour. They describe it better:
“Layabozi is a web magazine about music in Shanghai today, with a sprinkle of the extra-mural and a tart sassiness—without ever being cloying. We take our inspiration from the snack which is both exotic (to us) and down home, and from which we take our name: Spicy Duck Necks. We are led by an exuberant, but discerning, Chilean amateur flautist with a strikingly handsome, yet humble, American bass player in support. We strive to provide writing that nourishes while piquing the intellect, and knowledge of music all over Shanghai, from Classical to Nouveau, from the Shanghai Grand to the neighborhood Chinese Opera house.”
And there’s a cool article on there right now, by ed, about funky Afro-Peruvian Music! You don’t even know what that is, do you? so go find out!
Peter and a Paintbrush: Original Acrylic Paintings for Sale Sunday, Apr 26 2009
Art and Diary and General and innocence abstract, acrylic, Art, Etsy, galleries, paint, paintings, shopping, surrealism 10:59 am
I am selling some original acrylic paintings on canvas at Etsy
here.
With these paintings I am continuing the journey I started with words. Each is naive, organic and dreamlike in aesthetic. The kind of art I like. They look good in my house so I’m sure they might in yours.
ARTIST’S BIOGRAPHY:
Peter Buckley is a painter and writer from Leicester, England. His poetry has appeared in the online journals “Feathertale”, “Madelaine” and “The Orchid Room”. He has recently completed a post-graduate degree in Film Studies. He delights in strange music, long conversations, cute animals, adventure, magic and cappuccino.
These paintings are his latest endeavour, following his surrealist blog project, Peter and The Hare. He has now copy-and-pasted the title to bring you these works, in which he returns naively to a place where words, pictures and dreams combine, somehow.
PAINTING DESCRIPTIONS (Click on Titles)
This is an original acrylic painting. It is painted on an unframed canvas. It incorporates various animal figures drawn from imagination and memory. As a result, it has a naïve, innocent and dreamlike atmosphere. The red lips and warm colours lend a sense of romantic intrigue to a painting which is altogether highly mysterious.
The painting has calming, organic effect, assisted by the kind of deep and vivid tones of green that have been fascinating me of late. The paint takes its natural course down the side of the canvas, providing a revealing insight into the process of creation. This is not a print.
•Unique Original Artwork
•Width: 10 inches (approx.)
•Height: 8 inches (approx.)
•Media: Acrylic
•Surface: Canvas
•Vividly Presented with Green, Brown, Deep Red, and Subtle Yellow.
•Finished Professionally with Artist’s Gloss Spray Varnish
•Despatched Promptly and to a High Standard.
The King – Original Acrylic Painting on Canvas (16” x 12”) SOLD!
This is an original acrylic painting. It is painted on an unframed stretched canvas. It is predominately green and incorporates eye, leaf and crown motifs. I like it for its calming, organic effect that is counterbalanced subtly by the influence of a black pattern, suggestive of barbed wire.
To me, “The King” has a narrative aspect that speaks of ambition, and the burdens of power. As such, it might be ideally suited for display in the throne room, or office. It is a painting of an abstract inclination. The paint takes its natural course down the side of the canvas, providing a revealing insight into the process of creation. This is not a print.
•Unique Original Artwork
•Width: 16 inches (approx.)
•Height: 12 inches (approx.)
•Media: Acrylic
•Surface: Canvas
•Vividly Presented with Green, Cream, Black, Blue, Yellow and Red.
•Finished Professionally with Artist’s Gloss Spray Varnish
•Despatched Promptly and to a High Standard
This original acrylic painting predicts, with near complete inaccuracy, the very shape and texture of your red and grey future. It is painted on a box canvas.
It is painted with the only colours your evolved eyes will perceive.
You will not use touch screens, for you will exchange your fingers for someone else’s – an anonymous presence who will dress you in green LEDs and cling wrap.
There will be no geography, and a lot of poor and destitute cartographers will wander the land like vagabonds. Your top ten “Desert Island Discs” will play on a desert island. As you detect the feint whirring of a cassette tape, you will never be alone again.
This painting is a hope-filled vision of the certain doom that awaits us all. Sadly, it features no robots; but is the first in a proposed series of science fiction inspired paintings.
I made a conscious effort to create something alien, aesthetically pleasing but also potentially disconcerting. The painting is texturally eclectic, due to the energy and verve with which it was created. I “flicked” paint over the canvas, which is known to produce a highly kinetic effect. The deceptive simplicity of the painting’s colour scheme, and the extremity of the angles it employs, make for a striking and bold image.
This – spaceship, perhaps? – is a harbinger, or a sign…of what? Joking aside, I’m inclined to be optimistic about what the strange silver-blue artefact might mean to the inhabitants of my grey Earth.
The paint takes its natural course down the side of the canvas, providing a revealing insight into the process of creation. This is not a print.
•Unique Original Artwork
•Width: 8 inches (approx.)
•Height: 10 inches (approx.)
•Depth: 1.5 inches (approx.)
•Media: Acrylic
•Surface: Box Canvas
•Vividly Presented with a Texturally Eclectic Spectrum of Intense Greys, Reds and Greens.
•Finished Professionally with Artist’s Gloss Spray Varnish
•Despatched Promptly and to a High Standard.
See The Full Gallery Here!
Works change so check back often to see what’s new!
Peter’s Video of The Sistene Chapel, Rome Tuesday, Jan 27 2009
Diary and Door Handles and Music and Youtube 7:51 pm
Get a Free Book of Hungarian Poetry if You’re Flying Lufthansa Today Thursday, Jan 22 2009
Diary and Door Handles and General and Poetry and The Small Prince and Travel and Youtube and innocence cute, Music, Psychedelic, silly, surrealism 5:30 pm
get a book,
there’s nothing cleaner, freer or cheaper
than a perfect-bound book,
and you with your little ipod,
flicking through the pages,
as a squirrel wearing a tie
might read hungarian poetry,
as i think he might.
there’s goulash in your future,
by which i mean
many delights,
and what a shame i’m not hungarian,
what a shame you’re not on this flight.
Music: Ülök egy rózsaszínû kádban by Metro
Peter Visits The Salvador Dalí Museum in Figueres, Spain Saturday, Jan 10 2009
Art and Diary and Door Handles and General and Travel 6:50 pm
Winter 2008 Saturday, Dec 20 2008
Diary and General and Writing coughs, sneezes 11:07 pm
Everywhere there is an ache. I close my eyes, as I might as a child, and see the most psychedellic brown wallpaper. In the grip of fever – I observe some things, some thoughts too unfathomable to record on this primative tape.
The body exerts all its energy on fighting the virus, freeing me from concerns of the everyday. And I need only to read an undemanding book.
Leave the search for meaning to the trinkets on the mantlepiece. I have taken to collecting figurines of owls. I turn, pale-faced, to some kinda new year.
- The word cassette is a French word meaning “little box.”
I haven’t written much,
very often,
in a while…
Epilogue of the Rabbit’s Tongue Wednesday, Nov 12 2008
Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and Love and People and Poetry and Writing blogging, epilogue, friends, gratitude, hares, hubbub of the afternoon, Internet, links, nostalgia, surrealism, thank you, the day that almost ended 10:37 pm
Picture: Miroslav Sasek
Some things warrant ignoring. Please be aware that what follows may be one such thing. In this long, rambling and tedious post, we concern ourselves with an event that never happened, like the moon landings, or the assisination of the Loch Ness Monster. However, it was my great pleasure to take this opporunity to thank some of the many people who have helped make Peter and The Hare who they are, the blog they are, when they are, if they are.
Thanks for listening.
P.S. Is your computer Y2K compliant?
Handwritten Premonitions Sunday, Nov 2 2008
Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and innocence notfinished, posts tagged with "peartree" for no reason, the day that almost ended, thoughts, upon exiting the theatre 9:03 pm
scattered on a floating desk -
I offer these notes for the sake of giving, only
for your eyes and yet nobody’s
ears
to hear
(and yours to see,
if you want to.)
Regrettably – as with most premonitions – accuracy, with reference to the written text of the future, cannot be verified.
You’ve had enough excitement for today. Go to sleep.
Peter’s House Sunday, Sep 21 2008
Bio-giraffe-icult. and Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and Poetry and Questionable and innocence home, rooms and houses 10:12 pm
The hare’s settlement in turvyland,
was an abode on the nose of a flee,
built with bricks
which,
brick-by-brick,
refused entry to
three little pigs.
The hare’s house was a
house of wolves -
he found them agreeable company,
he smoked a pipe
and talked politics
and gave up any pretence of decency.
APPENDICES -
Peter has moved house and swiched to Firefox. It is his very own house, and the first house of his very own ever. We would all prefer a better poem to commemorate such an occasion but “oh well”, as they say, “one cannot have ones cookie and crumble it”.
“The hands that do,
and hearts that dare,
leave monuments
upon the square”
- author unknown
THE LYRICS TO THE TRADITIONAL BLUEGRASS SONG, “BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN”
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I’m not turning
I’m headin for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we’ll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ‘em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain’t no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I’m a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
All this has got me thinking about rooms, therefore:
= good spaces.
