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  • “I just discovered your podcast…”

    “I just discovered your podcast…”

    I received a wonderful letter from artist Lora Arbrador. It captures something many artists have described — the moment of dropping into a groove when they first come across the podcast. I include Lora’s letter and my response below.

    “Hi John,
    I just discovered your podcast… not sure how… I’m now ensconced in binge-istening to several episodes, and many are resonating.

    My name is Lora Arbrador, painter, registered nurse, and now author of “Art & Love: My Life Illuminated in Egg Tempera.” It describes my struggle to master the technique, gain confidence as an artist, and find lasting love. Yes, that’s a lot, and the book has almost 300 images, 100 of which are my paintings and drawings. I also became an egg tempera history nerd so the book has a bonus chapter: “Which Came First: A Taste of Egg Tempera History.”

    As a non-writer, I subscribe to over 20 podcasts about writing and self-publishing. I’ve been trying to find podcasts about art but really none have engaged me until yours…

    As a classically trained painter (did four years at an atelier), I am pleased to hear your focus on craft. Yet you veer into any and everything non-traditional as well. I went into classical realism as a non-realist and came out as non-realist but gained the tools to create mysterious and powerful paintings. They are all representative and figurative but do not cleave to realist principles except when desired. 

    I do not use photos and generally do not work from life (except for self-portraits). As a devoted egg tempera artist, my reference material comes mostly from Proto-Renaissance artists such as Giotto and Piero. It’s not an easy path and many of my paintings have taken years to complete, one as long as seven years! For that reason, I do not work with galleries, who need a steady stream of work to offer clients.

    Some thoughts on your episodes…still in the midst of listening to older ones:

    On the Patricia Watwook episode, the first one I listened to, I relaxed into hearing about her life in the Poconos and your life in County Kerry, thinking maybe that would be the entire podcast but then you dived into her art.
    She seems to have gravitated toward imagery and color that highlight her female identity. My work also explores the female experience, including sexuality and unflinching portrayals of lactation and menstruation which reflect the life events that inspired them.

    At first I skipped the Andrew Conru Seattle Prize episode but later listened to it, and was struck by his thought that most artists struggle the most with their subject matter as they don’t have much life experience. I have the opposite situation. As a way of funding my art, I became a registered nurse and several paintings have medical themes including colostomies, death and dying during the AIDS epidemic, and surgery-themed paintings. At the age of 76, I am still working part-time as a nurse. 
    And although your pod skews traditional, I was impressed with how you segued into using AI for art and listened as Andrew talked about commissioning artists to render AI-based images. You have an open mind!

    The Devin Cecil-Wishing episode got off to a slow start, but now I’m settling into your long-form podcast style. It ramped up to a fever pitch with all the call-in questions culminating in my visit to his website, where I understood what all the fuss was about – his work is truly penetrating yet within the bounds of traditional still life.

    One thing that irked me was that he did not mention the name of the atelier he studied at in Oakland. Perhaps he did not have a good experience, but most likely it was David Hardy’s Atelier of Classical Realism. David Hardy passed away just months ago and influenced his students deeply, going beyond his technical knowledge to instill passion and confidence in his devoted students. One of his students will continue his teaching tradition and a group of young artists committed to Classical Realism has taken over the studio under the new name “The Underpainting Collective.” So inspirational!!

    As I listened to more of your podcasts, of course, I noted that you ask the artists some of the same questions. I was blown away by your asking very granular questions about brush type (always of interest to me!) and even varnish. We egg tempera artists have great debates about varnish, many of us choosing the no varnish option. Finally an art podcast where I gain useful technical information. Parallel Palette? I went to the website to check it out.

    On the Aixa Oliveras episode, I was struck by her honesty about what it takes to run an art business and her useful tips about hiring a business coach and VA. And of course I visited her website and was impressed by her virtuoso paintings.

    Right now listening to and blown away by Ashley Longshore!!!! What a ball of fire. So much fun and inspiring with her in-your-face MO. So good to see you encouraging her to reveal herself in full style. Yes I was curious about her art so visited her website and it did not disappoint. I really like it!!

    Well, that brings me up-to-date in my listening so far. I noticed you seem to have taken a break between Cecil-Wishing in 2023 and Patricia Watwood in 2025. You mentioned divorce? That could explain the need for a long break, although no explanation needed. You deserve it.

    I was also intrigued with how your patrons are able to ask questions of the guest. Are the podcasts live-streamed? The questions added a nice aspect to the interviews. It seems you’ve created a community around your listeners and patrons. I have not yet explored that aspect as I’m just writing this introduction.

    So sorry for being long-winded, that is if you’ve even read this far. I look forward to more episodes and being part of this gentle community.


    With heART & Love,
    Lora Arbrador
    www.arbrador.com


    Hi Lora,
    Thank you for your kind words.
    Congratulations on your book and paintings. I had a look and they are fab.

    I am glad you enjoyed my chat with Patricia Watwood. She has been on the podcast many times. Below are the episodes she has appeared in.

    Ep 281 – Patricia Watwood – The Fey Wild

    Ep 105 – Patricia Watwood : The Spirit in Excellence

    Ep 269 – Collective Catch Up

    Ep 115 : Inbetweenisode Two

    Ep 111 : Inbetweenisode One

    I am glad you liked my chat with Ashley Longshore too. She is such an inspiration to so many, and she too has been on the podcast a number of times.

    Ep 275 – Ashley Longshore Revisited

    Ep 42 – Ashley Longshore : Christmas Special

    Ashley Longshore interview

    Ep 20 – Ashley Longshore : Global F**cking Domination

    Ep 111 : Inbetweenisode One

    No, the podcasts are not live-streamed, they are recorded as live, and then edited. The questions come from my patrons, but also from Instagram, both from my own Instagram account and from the Instagram account of the artist I am chatting with. We generally both make some posts in the run-up to our chat, letting our followers know we will be chatting and to send in any questions they might have.

    Sending you a friendly wave from Ireland.

    Yours in friendship and kindness,

    John

  • Instant Gratification

    Instant Gratification

    Essay on which the forward for Alessandro Tomassetti’s book Instant Gratification was based.

    The medium is fast.
    The effect long lasting.
    And sublime.

    Painters feel time differently. They feel the weight of it. The old masters lean on them with a constant reminder of just how long art endures.

    Painters are always short changed by time, giving much more time than their artworks receive. No one will ever look at a painting for even a fraction of the time it takes to paint it.

    As a painter, Alessandro Tomassetti gets it, he is intimately aware of this time discrepancy.
    It is his very painterly sensitivity to time, as he brings it to bear on this body of photographs, that is most electric because what he has managed to do is nothing short of a miracle. He has flipped the time imbalance on its head.

    He has chosen a fast medium, instant, in fact, and managed to produce photographs that cause the viewer to pause.
    To stay a little longer.
    To go back a page.
    To be a little haunted,
    then a lot.

    He could have used digital photography. It is quicker and more reliable in comparison, but the painter in him took a different route. He chose to use instant photography, which on the photography spectrum is as close to painting as you can get.

    These are not the polaroids of old. The dry diskettes that issued from the camera with the self contained chemical pouch hidden behind the oversized white border at the bottom of the frame.
    They were the ultimate point and shoot.
    And the wait of course.
    Waiting was the only participation you had with these kinds of polaroids.

    The instant photography Alessandro uses is much more hands-on, much more participatory. Once the shutter is clicked there are no friendly motors to deliver your photo. You have to pull the film out of the camera yourself.
    And you have to pull it in the right way because the action of pulling the film from the camera is what starts the development process.
    You have to do it confidently.
    You cannot dither.
    Exactly like painting.
    It has to be one fluid motion.
    As you pull the film from the camera you are spreading the chemicals across the photo-sensitive paper because what you hold in your hands is more than a simple photograph, it is a wafer-thin dark room enclosing a photograph.

    It is dark and wet and mysterious. A womb of creativity issuing forth these rich images that smolder into life fully formed. Sensual images of beauty unbounded by labels – beauty as it expresses itself in man.

    Instant Gratification by Alessandro TomassettiWhat Alessandro is doing with these photographs is nudging us to broaden our bandwidth for beauty.
    To see it all – the vulnerability and the power, the playful and erotic, the sorrow and the shame, the fear and the courage.

    All the aspects of what it is to be a man. Not just the comfortable or familiar aspects, but the lot.
    He encourages us to look at the jarring aspects that at first don’t fit, then as we look we soften, and in the softening we slowly see, then recognize, then accept – this too is man.

    What it is to be a man is the central pillar of this book. All else revolves around it.

    How men present themselves to the world, with all the space for toxicity there is in that presentation.
    The square jaw that should never quiver.
    The penetrating stare that should never be come-hither.
    The hip that should never bend sensuously.
    With these photographs the facades are recreated, subverted, torn down, and challenged.

    Then the journey turns inward and how a man sees himself is quietly explored, tentatively shown, withdrawn, then exposed again.
    The viewer is revealed in what he looks at.
    The curation of images telling their own story of the curator.

    The refractions of perception bounce back and forth.
    We see men through another man’s eyes.
    We are shown the inner landscape of a man as it is externalized in his visions of other men.

    This is the sort of mind melting conflagration that is at the core of all great art. The collision of apparent opposites that should scream at each other yet exist in a beautiful harmony within the genius of the artwork.

    Without knowing it we long for that moment when our mind cracks, gives up the need to label, and just receives the beauty.
    Beauty it cannot understand but longs for.
    Beauty that connects, and at its heart is a return home.

    Instant Gratification by Alessandro TomassettiThe powerhouse of these compelling images is the palpable bond between artist and sitter. The friendship, the trust, the love and adoration, all go to invoke beauty.

    For that is what must be done, an invocation.
    Real beauty can’t be manufactured.
    The individual elements of a photoshoot are nothing to speak of. In and of themselves they don’t contain any beauty. They are simply the staging ground for what starts as a wispy vision in the mind of the artist.
    A vision of what the finished image could be.
    A tantalizing glimpse of the possibility of beauty appearing, but with no guarantee whatsoever that it will.

    This amorphous vision directs the choice of elements – this model and not that, in this setting, with this apparel, arranged in this way, with this lighting, using this medium.

    Whether the image is grandiose or intimate the moment eventually arrives when the elements are gathered at the appointed time and there is nothing left but to begin.

    Allesandro, with no apparent support for his next step must walk forward towards his vision. With the confidence of a fool he must draw all the elements forward with him not knowing if beauty will appear.

    He may get an inkling as he looks through the viewfinder but he has been led astray by those inklings before.

    He will only know if beauty has appeared in time, because even though the photography is instant it takes time to get distance from the logistics of the photo shoot, to let them fade in memory so the image can reveal itself.
    The image of beauty.
    It is not in every photograph, only the rare few. This book is full of them.
    And once seen beauty is undeniable.

    These are handsome men without a doubt, their faces and body’s could adorn any international magazine cover. What elevates these photographs is Allessandro’s reluctance to shy away from beauty.

    In this day and age of hair trigger sensitivity to gender issues, it is a courageous act to create images so blatantly showing that beauty has no gender. That beauty lives where it lives and reveals itself where it will.

    It glows out of these photographs with such incandescence that, regardless of your orientation, the beauty is undeniable.

    We receive art with our whole body so registering that beauty, whether conscious or not, is one of the miracles of these photographs.

    The beauty recorded is not the beauty of these men. They are beautiful, of course, but the magic is in knowing this is beauty expressing itself through these men.

    What Allesandro has done is record the moment where beauty glowed bright.
    The beauty of the ages.
    It is what, if we are honest with ourselves, we crave.

    Instant Gratification by Alessandro Tomassetti

    By the time you hold this book in your hands the men in these pages will be older. Life and time will have written new chapters on their faces.
    In a hundred years these men will be gone.
    But beauty will remain.
    It will be expressing itself in new men
    and women
    and trees
    and sunsets
    and all the other ways beauty expresses itself.
    Because that is what beauty does, it glows.
    It can’t help itself.

    But not for long.
    It moves on.
    It never stays in one place forever.
    It flits through time from one thing to the next.
    Always moving on, the never ending change becoming the one constant.

    Then along comes Alessandro and with a click of his shutter, he plucks these passing moments of beauty from time and holds them still.
    He creates the passing moment that does not pass.

    Through this instant medium, he highlights the transience of beauty and in so doing the preciousness of it.

    He encourages us to celebrate beauty now.
    Right now.
    Not when we have time.
    Not to schedule it for two weeks time, but to grab it with both hands when we see it.
    To drop everything for it.
    To snap the internal shutter and register beauty.
    Then pause and wait in reverence for what we have been so lucky to see, and more importantly, had the wherewithal to recognize.
    Alessandro, like all artists, has helped us to see what is in front of us.
    With these photographs, he has shown us how to lean into the value of beauty.
    To pull it confidently from life.
    To pause for it.
    To peel back the layers of it.
    To exalt in it.
    To set it free to teach us and show us its hidden depths.
    To allow us to breathe the lighter air of the sublime.

    Alessandro’s Website
    https://tomassetti.art/

    Instant Gratification by Alessandro Tomassetti

  • Domestic Bliss

    Domestic Bliss

    Domestic Bliss by John Dalton
    Domestic Bliss by John Dalton – 12” x 12” Oil on panel.

    This is the first in a new series of paintings arising from a process of exploration.
    I work from source material to ignite the process, then the painting evolves and reveals itself.

    Detail of Domestic Bliss by John Dalton
    Detail of Domestic Bliss by John Dalton

    The method involves painting, then sanding back, then painting again then sanding again, repeating the process as many times as the painting commands.

    Detail of Domestic Bliss by John Dalton
    Detail of Domestic Bliss by John Dalton

    For this painting, there were four iterations before the painting communicated it was finished, it was also very emphatic about what its name was too.

    Get in touch if you would like to own this painting. €500 not including shipping or framing.

     

     

     

  • Yoga Art 18

    Yoga Art 18


    This image is inspired by my yoga practice, the beauty of the poses, and the energy flow within and surrounding the movement.

  • Vrschikasana – Yoga Art 2

    Vrschikasana – Yoga Art 2

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    This image is inspired by my yoga practice, the beauty of the poses, and the energy flow within and surrounding the movement.

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  • Who wants to be a Taoist sage?  I do . . . don’t.

    Who wants to be a Taoist sage? I do . . . don’t.

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    Who wants to be a Taoist sage? I do . . . don’t.

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    Ali Cavanaugh’s brilliant watercolor of Taylor Swift.
    Click through for my podcast with Ali.

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    While Taylor Swift was being born in 1989 I was discovering the Taoist approach to life.  She has since made an album about that time.  I haven’t.  Yet.

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    Back then I was busy reading two books, “The Tao of Being,” by Ray Grigg and, “The Tao of Pooh,” by Benjamin Hoff.

    “The Tao of Being,” is a loose translation of the, “Tao Te Ching.”  It conveys the spirit of the 81 chapters of the, “Tao Te Ching,” and reads like philosophical poetry.

    “The Tao of Pooh,” goes a different route.  It shows Winnie the pooh as a Taoist hero.  It weaves the other characters in the hundred acre wood into the story, Rabbit, Piglet, Owl, Eeyore, and the rest of the gang, and uses them to show Taoist principles in action. It’s a very cute read.

    I was lucky to read these two books together because they compliment each other so well. I’ve had a copy of both ever since.

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    Through the years I’d open, “The Tao of Being,” at a random chapter and it always amazed me how appropriate it was. And how new.  Had I missed that chapter before? No, I’d read and re-read the book so many times it couldn’t be the case.

    “The Tao Te Ching,” was written in 600 BC.  That’s twenty five hundred years ago.  It’s no accident it has stayed in print.  I found something new every time I read it.  I particularly liked the bits about the sage.

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    “The sage does without knowing, leads without controlling, guides without certainties, questions without answers, teaches without truths, thoughtlessly attunes to the thoughts of others.”

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    Sounds good right.  The humility of it. The incognito wisdom.

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    “By softening, the sage becomes one with all. When the sage bends to everything, everything bends to the sage. To the world the sage is humble and shy, confusing and unnoticed.”

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    Right on. I loved the emphasis on letting go of certainty and how it makes the sage kinder.

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    “Without the pretense of certainty, it is easy to be compassionate.”

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    I’ve been reading about the sage all these years and thinking it sounded great.  I wasn’t trying to be a Taoist sage, it just resonated with me whenever I read about it.

    Jump forward to a couple of weeks ago and I’m confused about something.  Being confused is not unusual for me.  I don’t know what to do and I feel foolish for not knowing. Feeling foolish is not unusual for me either.

    I crack open, “The Tao of Being,” at a random page and read the chapter.  Immediately I have a profound insight.  It’s not the one I’m looking for and I don’t like it.

    It’s the reverse of what happened before when the chapters seemed new.  Now it’s me.  I’m seeing myself in a new light and it’s harsh.

    All the chapters about the sage compress together into a block.  I never really got what it meant before.  Without meaning to I’d grown into what looked and behaved like that block.  Being a Taoist sage didn’t sound so good anymore.

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    “To the sage nothing is known for certain. When the pretense of certainty is abandoned, the world is undivided and lonely, a place for being lost in wonder.”

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    I know about feeling lonely and lost and it’s no fun. Somewhere in the poetry of it I thought being lonely and lost in wonder would be balanced by some sagey kind of warm fuzzy feeling. It wasn’t.

    I couldn’t brush it off either. I’d been soaking up this Taoist perspective for too long. I couldn’t kid myself it was all bullshit. It didn’t help.

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    “How can the sage believe what others believe, revere the apparent, pursue blindly what others pursue?  But people flourish in their illusions.”

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    I don’t know about their illusions, but people flourish.  Younger men and women, get mortgages, have careers, know about miles per gallon, and give Ted talks about how to succeed.

    I scratch my head and wonder about getting my act together. I’m pretty sure it’s not together in the way other people talk about having their act together. I’m not even sure what my act would look like if it was together. Come to think of it, having an act seems a bit fake.

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    “The world teems around the sage who, to the very center, does not know. Others seem to know but the sage knows nothing. Others are clear and certain and confident but the sage is confused and directionless, a fool lost in thought and the world.”

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    Sounds like poetry for the soul when I read it but being confused and directionless, and a fool is painful. Especially when all around you people have the appearance of knowing what they’re about.  It’s lonely.

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    “Others vigorously perform the duties of life, fulfilling their own and the common need. But the sage is dark and remote, detached and independent, different.”

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    This is me, particularly at a party.  I thought it was social anxiety. Maybe it is. Maybe that’s what being a Taoist sage would look like nowadays. It’s still no fun.

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    “The sage uses errors to attain mastery, embraces ignorance to acquire knowledge, cultivates confusion to reach understanding, courts foolishness to find wisdom.”

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    That makes me pretty wise because I am foolish and confused a lot. I’ve had lots of false starts. I’ve taken dangerous wrong turns. I’ve trusted the wrong people, and made lots of errors.  They were all painful. If that’s the price of wisdom then it’s a heavy price.

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    “Others are fed by the apparent but the sage is nourished by the Tao.”

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    I don’t want to admit it but it’s true. Even though I’m confused a lot and I go through the world a bit lost, I’ve always been okay.  Yes, shit things have happened to me but not too many.  Nothing killed me, and better yet, nothing crushed me.

    Being nourished by the Tao doesn’t fit into words easily. There is a big something.  In Taoism they call it the Tao. Then they quickly add that the named Tao is not the real Tao.
    What?
    Anyway, I can feel this big something and I know it like I know my name.  It’s bigger than a starry night and close like my breath.  It does its thing regardless of me yet I’m part of it and it’s part of me.
    It doesn’t take care of me like Christopher Robin would.
    It could kill me at any moment and one day it will.
    It loves without emotion.
    It heals me in silence.
    It’s the belly in my laugh.
    Knowing it is enough.
    The world goes on around me, crazy and ill fitting.
    I don’t really know anything except this big something.

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    “So the sage wanders a crooked way. And people who think things are straight, think the sage is aimless or confused. But the sage just laughs a crooked laugh and lets them think straight.”

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    They might be right. Things might be straight. I could be just kidding myself.  It wouldn’t be the first time.
    It would be the longest though.
    If it is a delusion it’s a happy one.
    For me at least.
    Happy, even though it’s no fun.
    But what do I know.

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    “The sage knows less than anyone so is most qualified to teach everyone; knows nothing so is most suited to teach everything. Confused by everything, the sage is closest to everything; unable to hold on to one thought, the sage is closest to all thoughts.”

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  • Millennial Mindset

    Millennial Mindset

    Being a Millennial has nothing to do with age. It is a state of mind. Read on, you may discover you’ve been a Millennial your whole life.

    I’m 54. I have a grey beard and long grey hair. Old friends like to call me Gandalf for a laugh. Depending on your own age I’m either ancient or young enough to still be able to enjoy myself before the wheels start falling off. I’m certainly not what comes to mind when you think of a Millennial.

    The world I grew up in was by and large the opposite of the way I felt on the inside so I tucked my inner nature away and got on with doing the best I could in what felt like a mad world. The things Millennials are concerned about are very familiar to me. Maybe to you too. Here is a little test I came up with so you can check.

    The Millennial Test

    • Do you think compassion is more important than profit?
    • Do you find it hard to believe we are still killing each other in wars?
    • Do you think people should marry whomever they want?
    • Do you think love is the answer?
    • Do you think people are fundamentally good?
    • Do you think everyone should be treated with respect, human and nonhuman alike?
    • Do you think guns are scary?
    • Do you think nature is a beautiful gift?
    • Do you have faith in people?
    • Are you full facing into the future with pleasant anticipation?
    • Are you okay with younger people not having to pay the price you did?
    • Do you know that age does not equal wisdom?
    • Do you know that younger does not mean better?
    • Do you think tradition has cultural value but is not always the best way to do things?
    • Are you honest enough about the past to acknowledge that it wasn’t that great?
    • Do you recognize that nostalgia is for the age you were, not the age you lived in?
    • Are you continually surprised by commonplace discrimination against women?
    • Are you amazed that racism is still a thing?
    • Do you think things are getting better?

    These are just some of the things Millennials are concerned about. If they resonate with you then you are a Millennial too. I’m using the label Millennial but I could use Gen Z or Gen Alpha. The labels change but the values are timeless.

    Walt Disney, Nikola Tesla, Jeremy Rifkin, John Lennon, Elon Musk, Jacque Fresco, Buckminster Fuller, Jules Verne, Jesus, Buddha, and Lao Tzu are all Millennials as far as I can see because being a Millennial is not about the date of your birth it’s about recognizing what you are beyond labels and claiming it.

    Don’t let a label separate you from the younger generations. You will be separating yourself from the wonderful evolution in consciousness that is happening right now.

  • Old Renaissance Painting Sells For Elephant Bucks. New Renaissance Paintings Sell For Peanuts.

    Old Renaissance Painting Sells For Elephant Bucks. New Renaissance Paintings Sell For Peanuts.

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    While the art world went coocoobeans over DaVinci’s $450m painting sale, current renaissance painters are selling for under $20k a painting.

    In case you’ve been living under a rock, Salvator Mundi, what Christie’s billed as, “the last DaVinci,” recently sold for a record-breaking $450 million dollars.

    If Leonardo was painting today his work would sell for under 20k and he would be smugly ignored by the art world because his work wouldn’t be considered, “serious.”

    I know this because I’ve spent the last couple of years interviewing our current renaissance painters. They take years learning the craft – painting and drawing like the old masters – yet most of them wouldn’t sell a painting the same size as Salvator Mundi for more than twenty thousand dollars.

    I’m not saying they have the genius of DaVinci, history will decide that but what stands out is the huge difference in price. This comes, in part, from the way our current renaissance artists are viewed by the broader art world. It’s folksy at best, like fashionistas talking about the inhabitants of one of those heritage villages where people dress up in old costumes and make butter and such.

    “They are in a conversation with the past,” is the usual brush off.

    This sounds sophisticated but doesn’t bear scrutiny. Being in a conversation with the past is how art has developed. The impressionists built on the great salon painters, the cubists built on the impressionists, abstract art built on the cubists and so on.

    When the Romans were copying the bejesus out of the Greeks they were in a conversation with the past. So too were Napoleonic painters when they were obsessed with all things ancient Egypt. There are many similar examples in the history of art, so nothing new there.

    Of course, all this hip prejudice started with that French, scallywag Marcel Duchamp. His innovation was to say let’s have something going on that’s more than just pleasing to the eye, let’s get the brain involved here, let’s get some ideas going.

    This was a brilliant innovation and led to all the great conceptual art we have now. There would be no Jeff Koons or Damien Hirst without Duchamp.

    The other old chestnut that gets trotted out is, “they’re just not part of the current conversation.” That doesn’t hold water either, especially in the last couple of months because the whole art world has been talking about nothing else but a painting in the style of the old masters.

    So what’s going on?

    There’s a school of thought that says the new art movement of the last 15 years hasn’t been a new style of painting, no shocking impressionists, no disruptive drippy abstracts, no soup cans causing outrage. The new art movement of the last 15 years has been the art market itself.

    This is Interesting when you consider Salvator Mundi wasn’t sold in the Old Masters auction at Christie’s. Instead, it was sold in the Post-War and Contemporary Art Sale alongside a Jean-Michel Basquiat and an Andy Warhol, an approach which London art dealer Philip Mould called, “inspired.”

    Arts editor for BBC, Will Gompertz, described the Salvator Mundi sale as a “masterclass in the art of selling art.”

    But there’s more going on here than Andy Warhol‘s quip about good business being the best art.

    In among his tirades about the Salvator Mundi sale – mostly that the painting is a fake – New York art critic Jerry Saltz, highlighted what he called a new system of authority in the art world where auction houses now have the power to direct the market.

    This is encouraging for our new renaissance artists in light of Christie’s explanation for their inclusion of Salvator Mundi in the Post-War and Contemporary Art Sale. Loic Gouzer, their Post-War and Contemporary Art chairman described it like this, “The work of Leonardo is just as influential to the art that is being created today as it was in the 15th and 16th centuries.”

    This is a good sign. It means that the art world has noticed the baby on the floor. The one that was thrown out with Duchamp’s bath water. It indicates a growing awareness that art that is pleasing to the eye has its place in the broader art world and has always been part of the conversation. It’s a sign that the time is coming when some new old masters will start setting auction house records.

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    Left-hand image: Salvator Mundi by Leonardo Davinci. Right-hand image: Messenger in White by Maria Kreyn.
    (You can hear my podcast with Maria here.)

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  • Pencil study

    Pencil study

    Pencil study - John Dalton

    This is a pencil study for a future painting.
    40.5 x 28 cms (16″x 11″)
    Pencil on paper

  • 10 things I learned from my dogs

    10 things I learned from my dogs

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    IMG_5133.JPGI never had a dog before. Animals were fine but I never really, “got,” them, at least not in the way other people seemed to.  I’d met some Scottish terriers in South Africa and thought they were great but owning one, no, not really me.
    My wife  is wise.  She knew I was ready.  I didn’t.  She found some puppies not far from where we live, showed me a video online, then asked if I’d like to get two.  “Yes,” I answered, in what sounded to me like the voice of a five year old kid who was just asked if they’d like to sit on Santa’s knee.

    The picture above was taken the day we brought them home.  I named them Kirk and Scotty, of course.  My eyes are half closed not because I’m sleeping or meditating, but because I’m panicking.  I hadn’t a clue.

    That was nearly a year ago. Since then I’ve learned a lot from Kirk and Scotty. Here are some of the things they taught me.

    1. Dogs use social media.

    Kirk and scotty social 2Whenever we go out for a quick pee in the garden, the dogs not me, there is always furious sniffing, again the dogs not me.  Not everywhere is sniffed, just specific places.  After a while I realised they were reading something from the wee messages left by other dogs.

    Once the sniffing is complete, the head comes up, there’s a pause for consideration, deciding what to say, I think, then they leave their own little squirty message in response.  This is doggy twitter.  One dog tweets, another dog responds.  It’s quick and random and rarely in the same place.

    Then there’s doggy facebook, this is a particular spot in the garden, it doesn’t look any different to other spots to me but for Kirk and Scotty it is compelling.  They would spend twenty minutes there if I left them to it, which is about 2 weeks in dog time.  I know it’s doggy facebook becasue they have the same vacant look that people in coffee shops or on the train have when they are caught in the thrall of facebook.  Here, but not really here.

    2. When in close proximity to a large predator – don’t run.

    PredatorsIn the wild some animals are prey and some are predators.  Scottish terriers are a hunting breed, so for Kirk and Scotty everything is fair game.  Oblivious to their own physical size they have big time hunting swagger.  Whether you’re a piece of plastic or a semi trailer, once they lock onto you,  you’re going down, in their minds at least.

    Did I mention we also have two cats . I’m using the royal ‘we’ because I think of them as my wife’s cats.  She had them before we met, they’re like old boyfriends but without the resentment, me, not the cats.

    Sometimes one of the cats will be outside sunning themselves when Kirk and Scotty come around the corner.  If the cat stays still nothing happens, but if they start to move or, god forbid run, the two lads are after them like the clappers.

    I’ve seen the same thing happen with birds and even butterflies. Once they stay still nothing happens, but once they move, it’s on!

    Without having to consult David Attenborough or anyone like him it dawned on me that it’s probably the same for tigers and lions.  Trying to run for it is a bad idea. Having said that I’m not sure if I would remember this if a lion or tiger wandered into the picnic grounds.   I suspect my instinct would kick in and I would start running.  All I could hope for then would be to run faster than the slowest person at the picnic.

    3. The value of sighing.

    Scotty sighingIf Kirk and Scotty get agitated about something, a sudden noise,  someone walking past the house, a new envoronment, or something like that, they will look to my wife or I for reassurance. If we pick them up they will scrumble around a bit and then take a big sigh and totally relax. That’s how we know they are over it, whatever it happens to be.  Initially I thought it was cute. “Ah look at Scotty sighing, it’s so pathetically cute.”  It took a while for me to realise that it would be good for me to sigh too.  I realised that the natural instinct to sigh had been conditioned out of me. It’s fine for cute little puppies but for a 51 year old man, a bit weird no?

    Well no, not for this 51 year old man anyway, and I suspect any other man, or boy, or girl, or woman of any age.  I don’t care what it looks like from the outside but it feels good on the inside.

    There’s a famous Picasso quote that says, “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Well be that as it may Pablo I think sighing does the same thing for the  stresses we pick up like dust in the day.  A good sigh drops a lot of it, and another one the rest.

    4. Lots of stimuli is overwhelming

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    I discovered this when we brought Kirk and Scotty with us grocery shopping for the first time. They were about two months old. It was early on a Sunday morning and we parked in the far corner of the car park of the supermarket. My wife went to do the shopping and I took Kirk and Scotty on a little walk in the empty car park.

    I thought it would be great.  Not much different to walking around outside our house. I was wrong. Big time. What I didn’t factor in was, number one, the smells. There is a whole other dimension of communication that goes on for dogs when it comes to smell. I imagine it is like being plugged into the internet all the time or something like that.

    The other thing was that everything was new, and I mean everything. Cars, paving stones, shrubbery, mulch, plastic wrappers, did I mention cars, because every time a car came into the car park Kirk and Scotty would lose their shit, not literally, surprisingly.  They were overwhelmed with a combination of wanting to hunt the big shiny thing, and run away from the big shiny scary thing.  And this was for a car on the far side of the car park.

    My idea for a lovely little walk of discovery and adventure turned into a stop start sprint through a hostile LZ and a hasty retreat to the relative safety of our car where they promptly went comatose from overwhelm.

    I saw the same pattern repeat itself with all new experiences and I realised that there was a level of stimulation they could handle, not a lot really, and above that they became overwhelmed.

    I went through the, “ah isn’t that cute,” thing again and then it dawned on me that when I looked inside that was how I felt too and I always had.  I didn’t notice it because I’m “sophisticated.”  Kirk and Scotty don’t give a crap about sophistication, once they reach their threshold they have a mini doggy breakdown, they get hyper or they start shaking all over, or they run around in a circle, or start barking at nothing in particular.  And I realised that I want to do all these thing too when I feel overwhelmed but I don’t.  I keep my shit together because that’s what I’m conditioned to do.  And the spooky thing is that watching Kirk and Scotty reach their stimuli threshold I realised that for all my sophistication, my threshold wasn’t far behind theirs.

    Seeing this allowed me to be a little bit more compassionate with myself and take better care of myself when I noticed I reached my overwhelm threshold.

    I will add one caveat to the above, I live in the country. There is lots of space around me and not too many people.  I don’t think I would have noticed my overwhelm threshold as easily when I lived in a city.  City life is such a relentless onslaught that I never really had time to take the armour off for long enough to actually register the overwhelm.

    5. I take things personally.

    Kirk and ScottyI’m a relatively calm person.  People have commented on it. “John’s very calm isn’t he.”  I’m quite philosophical about things too. I don’t take things personally and it takes a lot for me to get angry.
    So you can understand my surprise when, about two weeks after Kirk and Scotty arrived, I realised I was running around the house swearing about how the dogs were pissing everywhere on purpose and shitting in a mischievous and premeditated way.  We had a lovely, newspaper covered, designated area for peeing and poohing but they were peeing and poohing everywhere but the designated area!

    It was pure slapstick.  I would clean up one pee and while I fetched some more paper for them to pee on, which would take me less than 30 seconds, they would have peed somewhere else. I lost my mind regularly.

    In my calmer moments I would remember that they were puppies and that of course they weren’t doing any of it on purpose.  The opposite in fact they wanted to please us and do the right thing, but their brains were still puppy brains and everything was new and what was I getting so worked up about.

    Ten minutes later I would be running around cursing again. Another pee, another projection from me.

    They’ve got better at hitting the target as they have got older and the part of me that takes it personally has eroded over time. I still lose my mind every now and then but not for long and manage to see the funny side a lot quicker.

    6. Love is real

    Kirk and scotty realKirk and Scotty don’t know what the word for love is. They don’t know what love is as a concept.  Yet I have watched them grow and flourish from the tiny puppies they were to the bruisers they are now.
    Apart from the food we give them it seems apparent to me, and excuse me if this sounds a bit sappy, but they are thriving because of the love my wife and I have surrounded them in. And it’s not just one way, Kirk and Scotty love us back too. Prior to having dogs in my life this would have sounded like complete saccharine projection to me, but there it is, the love is tangible among the four of us.
    So without the word or concept, love exists.

    7. Feeling horny is natural

    Kirk and scotty at doorNow this could be just be me but initially I found Kirk and Scotty’s horniness a bit unsettling.  I would be scratching the underside of their neck, for example, in a friendly kind of way and then I would notice a little puppy erection that had just popped up in response to my touch.  Initially when this happened I would whip my hand off them as if I’d been scalded. I might even do a little chicken dance to try and shake off the creeps I’d just given myself.

    As Kirk and Scotty grew they started dry humping each other and again my reaction was swift and over the top.  When I would tell them to stop they wouldn’t understand.  God! had they no decency?

    Of course it got worse, there was licking and 69’ing, and dry humping each other all over the place.  In the end I finally got it. Kirk and Scotty didn’t have a problem with their sexuality because there was no problem with it, the problem was me.

    I suppose because they are so obviously innocent that it took seeing them just be natural with their horniness to make me realise a layer of conditioning in me that I hadn’t realised was there.  You know the uptight repressed being-horny-is-a-bad thing layer.

    Feel free to use that as a hashtag that if you want.  #beinghornyisagoodthing

    8. How to be calm under stress

    Kirk on meI have to thank Cesar Milan for this one. He’s the Mexican/American dog whisperer guy from the TV.  We used to watch his show years ago, my wife mostly.  Once we got the dogs I was right into it again, recording and watching and replaying, and trying to soak up as much of Cesar’s vibe as I could because he just seemed to intuit what was going on with dogs.

    His whole approach is that if a dog is misbehaving it usually has nothing to do with the dog and everything to do with the human.  Naturally I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. (see number 5 above)

    I had to learn to be calm when I was out walking Kirk and Scotty because if I wasn’t calm they would reflect any agitation I had going on and project it back at me.

    This was particularly true if I brought them into new situations.  I remember the first time we brought them to the local park.  I was a bit anxious about how they would behave so naturally they went ballistic. They were like two little black furry ping pong balls ricocheting around the park.

    Now whenever we go to do anything I make sure I am calm and assertive first, and yes I got that from Cesar, and it works.  The only time it doesn’t work is when I loose it.

    9. Let opposing forces work against each other or get out of the way of conflict.

    Kirk and scotty leadsIn the beginning, when we went for a walk, Kirk and Scotty were on separate leashes, one dog in each hand. It wouldn’t take long before I’d start to feel like an accordion as they criss-crossed back and forth pushing and pulling me in opposite directions.  I usually ended up like a human maypole in some doggy morris dance.

    Stretch Armstrong imageOne day my wife was walking them and got sick of feeling like Stretch Armstrong, so she simply attached their two leads to each other and then attached a third lead to the middle.  This was pure genius. It meant we were no longer caught between their opposing wills.  We still controlled forward, reverse, and braking, so to speak, but Kirk and Scotty had to work it out lateral movement between themselves.

    We effectively removed ourselves from the conflict and without sounding like Father Ted, there’s a lesson there for us all isn’t there? If two people what to have a go at each other you’re better off to get out of the way and let them at it so you can save your energy for steering the situation in the general direction you would like it to go, which in our case was back into the house for a nice cup of tea.

    This leash arrangement leaves my wife and I free to get on with being calm and assertive, but don’t tell Cesar Milan because I’m not sure he’d approve and I don’t want to know if he doesn’t because it works for us.  We only use it for around the house anyway for bigger tips to town, and the like, we have them on separate leashes again. Mainly because they are individuals and respond to new environments differently.

    10. Dogs love hard and so do I

    John Dalton with Kirk and ScottieI remember the first time I noticed Kirk looking at me.  It wasn’t normal looking, it was different, and it made me uncomfortable. He was sitting on the floor looking up into my face and he radiated what I can only describe as unconditional love.  His little heart was fully open and he was loving me with a level of vulnerability that frankly made me squirm.

    I realised what was making me uncomfortable was a recognition that he wasn’t protecting himself in the way I had learned to. He was loving me hard. I know about loving hard. It has caused me a lot of pain in my life. After long self analysis I had come to the conclusion that I had some serious attachment issues. The thing is I was recognising the same kind of loving hard coming from Kirk and Scotty but it would never occur to me to think they had attachment issues. That would be pretty dispassionate.  Now I can extend a little of the gentle recognition I had for their loving hard to myself too.

    Those doggies just love real hard and so do I.

     

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  • Living Masters – the top realist painters working today

    Living Masters – the top realist painters working today

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    “I didn’t know people still painted like that.”

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    There has been a quiet return to an older way of painting. To standards from the past. To a time when drawing mattered. When shock value wasn’t so highly regarded. A time when art and craftsmanship were one and the same. The artists working in this way are called realist painters. Their work looks like the work of the old masters. They welcome the comparison. Here are the top realist painters that I know of working today.

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Ali Cavanaugh” text_font_size=”65px” text_font=”Amatic SC||||” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” text_font_size_phone=”45px” text_font_size_last_edited=”on|phone” text_line_height_last_edited=”on|phone” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    Ali Cavanaugh

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    Ali Cavanaugh has managed to achieve the holy grail of creativity, she has taken something old and re imagined it in a  fresh contemporary way. She paints in water colour on specially prepared clay board which makes her method of painting in effect, modern day frescoes. This approach, combined with her considerable skill and talent, create paintings that are truly unique.

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    I had a lovely chat with Ali on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of her work here. http://www.alicavanaugh.com/

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Gregory Mortenson” text_font_size=”65px” text_font=”Amatic SC||||” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” text_font_size_phone=”45px” text_font_size_last_edited=”on|phone” text_line_height_last_edited=”on|phone” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    Gregory Mortenson

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/Gregory-mortenson2.jpg” animation=”off” align=”center” show_in_lightbox=”on” url_new_window=”off” use_overlay=”off” sticky=”off” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” animation_style=”none” animation_duration=”1000ms” animation_intensity_slide=”50%” show_bottom_space=”on” /][et_pb_text admin_label=”There is something living i” text_font_size=”18″ background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    There is something living in the paintings of Gregory Mortenson. Technically they are brilliant but there is more going on. He manages to something of the inner vitality of the people he paints.

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    I had a lovely chat with Ali on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of her work here. http://www.alicavanaugh.com/

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    Alyssa Monks

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Alyssa-Monks-Comply.jpg” align=”center” show_in_lightbox=”on” url_new_window=”off” use_overlay=”off” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” _builder_version=”3.0.92″ show_bottom_space=”on” /][et_pb_text admin_label=”American artist Alyssa Monk’s approach is” text_font_size=”18″ background_layout=”light” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial” _builder_version=”3.0.92″]

    American artist Alyssa Monk’s approach is intimate and intense. Her paintings are all we hope for in an image, the ability to get very close to a private moment and they there as long as we need to.

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    Her latest paintings manage to communicate an interior life with technical clarity of a master realist painter.

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    I had a lovely chat with Alyssa on my podcast which you can listen to here.

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    You can see more of her work here. http://www.alyssamonks.com/

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Stephen Bauman” text_font_size=”65px” text_font=”Amatic SC||||” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” text_font_size_phone=”45px” text_font_size_last_edited=”on|phone” text_line_height_last_edited=”on|phone” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    Stephen Bauman

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Stephen-Bauman-56.jpeg” animation=”off” align=”center” show_in_lightbox=”on” url_new_window=”off” use_overlay=”off” sticky=”off” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” animation_style=”none” animation_duration=”1000ms” animation_intensity_slide=”50%” show_bottom_space=”on” /][et_pb_text admin_label=”Stephen Bauman exemplifies” text_font_size=”18″ background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    Stephen Bauman exemplifies the best of modern realist panting. He manages to wrap a classical style around a contemporary flavour.  You can tell he is a contemporary painter yet his paintings have an older quality.

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    I particularly like the way he gets the people in his paintings to glow. I had a lovely chat with Stephen on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of his work here. http://www.stephenbaumanart.com/

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    Conor Walton

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    Realist painting was a kind of calling for Conor Walton because when this Irish painter was going through Art school, figure drawing and realist painting were completely out of fashion. He had to find his own way in the end and we are the richer for it.

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    I had a lovely chat with Conor on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of his work here. http://www.conorwalton.com/

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    Roberto Ferri

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    Technically brilliant. Spooky disturbing. Roberto Ferri’s paintings are lovely to look at with inbuilt jolts as your eye travels around the canvas. This woman’s body becomes a snake. That man has horns. This Italian painter has been commissioned by the Vatican to paint the current pope twice. His themes are often mythic or catholic. His level of skill is breathtaking.

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    You can see more of his work here. http://www.robertoferri.net/

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    Odd Nerdrum

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Odd-Nerdrum.jpeg” animation=”off” align=”center” show_in_lightbox=”off” url_new_window=”off” use_overlay=”off” sticky=”off” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” animation_style=”none” animation_duration=”1000ms” animation_intensity_slide=”50%” show_bottom_space=”on” /][et_pb_text admin_label=”There is so much mystique” text_font_size=”18″ background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    There is so much mystique surrounding Odd Nerdrum that it’s hard to tell if he is really the caricature of the crazy artist the media projects or if he has encouraged this view of himself to protect his intimacy. Either way his paintings are powerful. This Norwegian painter stands apart among realist painters in that his paintings look so like Rembrandt‘s. This influence is something Odd freely admits as Rembrandt is for him, the ultimate painter.

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    I find Odd’s paintings arresting and haunting. I can only look at them for so long before I start to feel disturbed and look away, only to find myself returning to them minutes later to repeat the experience. I’ve never got to the end of one his paintings. They go on for me. You can see more of his work here. http://nerdrummuseum.com/

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Casey Baugh” text_font_size=”65px” text_font=”Amatic SC||||” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” text_font_size_phone=”45px” text_font_size_last_edited=”on|phone” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” background_size=”initial”]

    Casey Baugh

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    With a lot of rock star swagger Casey Baugh makes what he does look easy. His charcoal drawings have a contemporary feel to them and look like the sort of thing Michelangelo or Leonardo would be doing if they were working today.

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    His oil paintings have that indefinable quality of life. You begin to look at them like any other painting until you lock eyes with the subject and then you have the uneasy feeling that you, the viewer, are being viewed by a very real person looking back at you. You can see more of his work here. http://www.caseybaughfineart.com/

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    Jeremy Lipking

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    If Kevin Costner’s character in, “Dances with wolves,” had been a painter, this is what his paintings would have looked like.

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    With a beautiful mixture of softness and story Jeremy Lipkin’s paintings make me feel calm just by looking at them. His paintings of his wife are particularly tender. You can see more of his work here. http://www.lipking.com/

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    Adam Miller

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    Adam Miller is a young American painter who discovered classical painting techniques almost by accident. Once he got started his talent became evident quickly going into formal academic training at age 16. He paints thematic sequences that combine modern culture and myth.

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    I had a lovely chat with adam on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of his work here. http://www.adammillerart.com/

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    David Kassan

    David Kassan paints pictures of modern life in a classical way. His paintings will be the Holbieins of our future. Unflinching, unromantic and very evocative. I almost feel like I am intruding by looking at his paintings. David KassanI had a lovely chat with David on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of his work here. http://www.davidkassan.com/

    Mario Robinson

    The way Mario Robinson treats the people he paints reminds me of Vincent Van Gogh. He highlights the nobility of ordinary people. It’s as if he is saying, “Take a second look, take a third. Can you see how remarkable these people are?” His mastery of water colour is for me a revelation. He manages to make it do things I didn’t think were possible with water colour. Mario Robinson ArtistI had a lovely chat with Mario on my podcast which you can listen to here. You can see more of his work here. http://marioarobinson.com/   I find the craftsmanship in this kind of painting inspiring. It’s remarkable in this age of camera phones that these artists grow in popularity.  It bears out what David Hockney says about the difference between photography and painting. A photograph takes an instant to create, so if you look at it for longer than an instant you are giving it more time than it took to create it. A painting on the other hand takes weeks or months to create.  You will never give it the same amount of time as it took to create, no matter how long you look at it. I think that time is the ineffable quality these masters get into their paintings. You can feel the years that went into gaining the skill in each brush stroke. I’m grateful to each one of them for showing what is possible and for demonstrating with such beauty a level of excellence to aim for. If I’ve left out your favorite realist painter please let me know and add them in the comments below. Save Save Save Save Save Save

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  • Badly Remembered Poetry

    Badly Remembered Poetry

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    I wandered lonely as a cloud . . . something, something, something…

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    In praise of the half-remembered gems of poetry.

    I’d like to think of myself as someone who remembers complete poems. Someone who can recite them at significant moments in life, preferably looking into the middle distance with a slight breeze in my face emphasizing my windswept and interesting look. Unfortunately, I am not that someone.

    What I am is someone who remembers snippets and half lines. Triggered by circumstance, I’ll raise a finger in preparation for the full verse but it doesn’t come, instead the half line.

    When about to leave I might begin . . .

    I will arise and go now to the Isle of Innisfree,
    And four and twenty bean pods I’ll . . . something, something, something . . .

    While in a forest I might take in the trees with a sweeping gesture and intone . . .

    Whose woods these are I think I know, his house is in the village lo.
    My little horse must think it’s strange to stop and . . . something, something, something . . .

    On hearing about the death of a celebrity who had it all, a mega-rich titan of industry, or a political powerhouse, I might recite, nodding my head knowingly . . .

    Scepter and Crown
    Must tumble down,
    and in the dust are equal made
    With the crooked scythe and spade.

    If I hear someone talking about getting older and lamenting the things that were once easier, like partying hard and drinking all night, the old chestnut Desiderata will come to mind. You know the one. For some reason, people like to hang it in their bathrooms. Maybe to give you something to think about while you do your business. It starts . . .

    Go placidly amid the noise and haste and . . . something, something, something….

    The bit about aging that springs to mind is . . .

    . . . surrender gracefully the things of youth . . .

    It’s good to nod the head knowingly when reciting that one too. Trust me.

    When I see trees getting bashed in a storm . . .

    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May . . .

    That’s from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 which begins . . .

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

    Which, you would think, I’d associate with wooing but no, when it comes to wooing I always think of Ogden Nash’s poem, Reflections On Ice Breaking

    Candy
    Is dandy
    But liquor
    Is quicker

    When summoning teenagers of all ages I nearly always yell . . .

    Come on younglings foot it fleetly . . .

    On hearing someone trying to keep-it-together when their heart is aching. . .

    Let it crack,
    let the wind blow through it,
    and let a little bird make a nest in it
    and let it sing.

    I use these delicious little morsels of poetry whenever I get a chance, not because I want to impress people with my knowledge of poetry, let me take a second to laugh at that notion, but for the sheer joy of acknowledging the poetry of life.

    I suspect I’m not alone. I think most people remember poetry this way. Tell me I’m wrong.

    I’d love to hear the half lines that have stuck in your head. Add them in the comments below . . .

    To read the un-slaughtered versions of my misremembered half lines see below . . .

    “I wandered lonely as a cloud . . .” from the poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

    “I will arise and go now. . .” from the poem The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats.

    “Whose woods these are . . .” from the poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

    “Scepter and Crown . . “ from the poem Death the Leveller by James Shirley

    “Go placidly amid the noise . . . . and  . . . surrender gracefully the things of youth . . .” from the poem Desiderata by Max Ehrmann.

    “Rough winds do shake the darling buds . . . and . . . Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? from Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.

    “Candy is dandy . . .” from the poem  Reflections On Ice Breaking by Ogden Nash

    “Come on younglings foot it fleetly . . .” from the poem Indoor Games near Newbury by John Betjeman.

    “Let it crack, let the wind blow through it . . .” from the poem When the Heart by Michael Leunig.  You can listen to my podcast with Michael here.

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  • Holy Smoke

    Holy Smoke

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    In the early hours of Friday morning RJD gallery in Sag Harbor was destroyed by fire. All the artwork on the premises was lost. Hundreds of original paintings gone. Millions of considered brush strokes no more to be seen.

    With everything else that is going on in the world it’s a small story, no one died, no one was hurt.

    Still . . . it kept coming back to me.

    I know quite a few of the artists who had artwork at the gallery. Candice Bohannon, Adam Miller, Pamela Wilson, Andrea Kowch, Katie O’Hagan. I got to know them through my podcast. They spoke of what they went through to make their paintings. The amount of care and attention they put into each piece. The years they’d put into developing their skill. How their paintings were, in a way, like children to them. How vulnerable it was to expose themselves in paint.

    Still . . . the artwork was well insured so all the artists will get paid. So not all bad, right? If a mega collector had walked into the gallery and bought all their work it would be have been cause for celebration, right? Except they’re not celebrating this payday, they are grieving. It’s a horrible way to discover, if you were in any doubt, that you’re not doing it for the money. It is nice to get paid but the certain knowledge that your painting no longer exists can’t be eased with money.

    The irony is that when we sell a painting we have to let it go. It could get damaged in shipping. The new owner could have an accident like Steve Wynn putting his elbow through Picasso’s, ‘Le Rêve.’ We know there’s always a possibility that whoever owns our painting can, if they want, destroy it.

    Still, it’s not the focus when we hand over the painting. We let our work go in the subconscious hope it will be around forever. That it will, as Vincent Desiderio says, take its place in the ongoing conversation that is art history. That it will help us cheat death, as Damien Hirst likes to say.

    If we’re honest we know it’s probably not true.

    In one of my first podcasts Conor Walton stated flatly that in a thousand years none of our paintings would probably be around – canvas and wood are just too flimsy. More recently Pamela Wilson, talking about her earlier work, jokingly said that she didn’t know what dumpster her work had ended up in. They both add up to the same thing – once the painting goes out the door it has a life of its own and whether it is long or short we know it will end.

    Years ago I saw some Tibetan monks make a mandala – one of those incredibly complex geometric patterned symbols. It took five monks about three weeks of painstakingly intricate work to create the finished mandala. No photo reference for these lads. No model to work from. They created the whole thing from memory. They didn’t even use paint. Instead, they use coloured sand they, “drew,” with using specialised metal funnels. The monks all worked simultaneously moving around each other in a ballet of artistry and intention. At the end of the three weeks, they ceremoniously swept up the sand and chucked it in a river.

    What the fire at RJD gallery has done is compress time and remove uncertainty. The paintings didn’t disintegrate over a thousand years. It took minutes. We know what dumpster they ended up in. In the ashes we are face to face with the frailty of our artwork and by extension our lives.
    Someday we too will be gone.

    So what’s left?

    If we know the painting won’t last, hell we won’t even last, why bother?

    We bother because we can’t not bother.
    (send the Pulitzer for the last sentence to the address below thank you)

    We work to finish the painting but it’s not about the finished painting. The finished painting is just a record. Of what? Bo Bartlett says the paint has the ability to magically record the intention of the artist.

    It is the creation of the painting that drives the artist. All the paint does is record the magic – that quiet electricity that happens when we’re not looking. The light that gets through the crack Leonard Cohen sang about.

    I think the monks might be onto something. In trying to make a good painting we can overlook what it is we’re trying to capture. We are chasing after the energy of creation, we are helping to pull it out of ourselves. The finished paintings are mere shadows of this wonder – the shadows on the cave wall. The shadow fades, the cave crumbles but the light that comes through us, the light we are, is now and forever.

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  • No Retreats. No Surrender.

    No Retreats. No Surrender.

    I’m sitting with my eyes closed in a school hall in Dublin. Forty people I met only yesterday surround me. John Denver strums over the sound system and we’re encouraged to sing along.
    This is the 80’s.
    This is personal development.
    “Sweet, sweet surrender. Live, live without care. Like a fish in the ocean. Like a bird in the air.”

    After 36 hours of emotional peeling I’m kittenish and sappy. Tears flop down my face as I cry-sing along to what I think is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard in my life man!  What have I been so afraid of, so worried about? In that glowy moment it’s so clear that the universe is benevolent and just wants me to be happy and will take care of me, if only I will surrender, sweetly. I kicked open the doors of the training room and went out into the world to surrender my ass off.

    Of course, it didn’t go well. My subconscious got involved. It wasn’t pretty. I did outrageous things convinced I was surrendering to the flow of the universe. When I didn’t know what to do I’d say, “the universe will give me a sign,” and then I’d wait for some random event that seemed to point towards whatever it was I wanted to do in the first place.

    I’d charge towards impending disaster telling anyone who’d listen, “If it’s meant to be, it will happen.”  I’m sure there were people in the sidelines muttering, “If it’s meant to be, it’ll be a fucking miracle.” but I didn’t hear them.

    Eventually I figured out what was going on.  Not because I’m clever but because I knocked the stupid out of me by repeatedly banging my head against my wall of kidding myself.

    Benevolent universe? Impersonal more like.

    “I looked for refuge in nature as many spiritual teachings used nature as an example of divinity in action. The birds of the field, the lotus blossom and so on. It didn’t help. When I looked into nature it seemed cruel and violent. Everything was eating everything else. Cute little furry creatures were gobbled up with shocking detachment. Disneyland it wasn’t. Nothing was safe,” from my book Maya Noise.

    One day the universe will kill me, like it kills everything else. John Denver’s fish and the bird probably got gobbled up by a bigger fish and a bigger bird minutes after the song ended.

    The universe, or life, or God, or whatever you like to call it, probably sees a bigger picture that I can’t. Whether I live or die is probably part of some grand impersonal design,  but I don’t know about that. I just know what I want and unlike the universe I’m very personal. What I want may not matter to the grand design but it fucking matters to me.  And it’s supposed to.

    It’s the all-is-one and one-is-all, model of existence. The fractal, holographic universe where the whole of life is contained within me and I am a tiny part of the whole of life. What I want, life wants, right?  I make my best guess knowing full well I haven’t a clue. That’s what I surrender to, the not knowing. What I attempt might work out or not.
    Goals? Visualisation? Affirmations? Forget it.
    I haven’t a clue.
    It could all end badly.

    Morbid cynicism then? No, but not because it will influence my future. It just feels shit. Being happy and optimistic feels good now and now is the only thing I know for certain.

    So now more retreats, group hugs, hand holding with strangers, and old man God with the white beard up in heaven taking a personal interest in every hair on my head. And a bit more surrendering to the dark mystery of life, the not knowing, the having a go even though it could end badly, the joy for joy’s sake.

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  • Social anxiety and me

    Social anxiety and me

    I’m 5 years old and uncle Tommy is coming over to show his cine films. This is 1968 and it’s a big deal. If you’ve seen Mad Men you’ll get the picture. Cine films were an event because they were in colour. Our tv was black and white. Cine films needed a projector, and a screen.  It was like going to the pictures in your very own house except you knew the people on the screen. Mind blowing.

    The day arrives.  Uncle Tommy and Aunty Cathleen arrive with their kids. There is moving of chairs and erecting of screens as the living room is transformed to accommodate the audience, which number 15 with the combined families. In the confusion I find myself outside the living room door just as the film starts.
    And I’m stuck.
    I remember the internal confusion. One part of me said open the door and go in to watch the film. Another part played a slow motion version of what would happen if I did that. I would open the door, which was just to the side of where the screen had been set up. I would go into the room and everyone would look at me.  It was this simple act of being looked at by everyone that was paralysing me.

    I must have hovered outside the door for about 15 minutes, which for a five year old boy is like two months. Eventually I gave up. I knew I couldn’t do it.  I sat on the pavement outside our house and cried big chubby tears. It was all too much.

    Sometime later my father appeared beside me. I hadn’t heard him come out. He asked me what was wrong and I told him I couldn’t go into the room. He didn’t ask why, he just said, “Come on in with me and you’ll be grand.” And that’s what I did. I kind of hid behind his legs as we went into the room and it was okay.

    A few weeks ago something popped up online about social anxiety. I followed the link and fell off my chair.

    Social Anxiety Disorder

    Social anxiety or social phobia is an anxiety disorder characterised by overwhelming anxiety and excessive self consciousness in everyday social situations.  It affects about 13% of people and it turns out I’ve got it. Big time.

    A psychiatrist called, Dr. Michael R. Liebowitz, came up with the Liebowitz Social Anxiety Scale Test, which assesses the way social anxiety plays a role in a person’s life across a variety of situations.  I took the test and scored 89 which puts me in the severe social anxiety category.  The cine film incident was over 45 years ago. It’s my earliest memory of social anxiety.  That’s 45 years of thinking I was, at best, a bit shy, and at worst, flat out weird.  Here are some examples of how it still affects me,

    • Making an entrance
      It’s still hard to enter a room if everyone is already seated.
    • Social spontaneity 
      I can talk myself into any social situation no matter how difficult it might be for me, once I have notice. But sudden socialising, particularly with people I don’t know, is hard.
    • Shopping
      I’m fine walking around the shop but once I head to the cashier I start to get anxious.  My mind goes into a sort of loop the closer I get to the cashier where I keep repeating the pin number for my bank card in my head. I’m sure one day a casher will say, “Hello,” I will blurt out, “8954!!!  8954!!!”
    • Returns
      Returning purchases is difficult.  I have altered clothes rather than return them if they are too big.  Luckily I can sow, a bit.
    • Social Dining
      Having dinner with people I don’t know is not easy.  It’s worse if the dinner isn’t in my home. The more people I don’t know the harder it gets.
    • Institutions
      Hospitals, government offices, police stations, law courts, even big post offices can all require internal negotiation to talk myself through it. Similarly talking to police, army or any figures of authority can be tricky.
    • Directions
      I will walk/drive around for a long time before I will ask someone for directions or help of any kind.
    • Playing Music
      My ability to play a musical instrument decreases by about 50% if someone is watching me.
    • Parties
      Social gatherings are just flat out hard for me, even if I know everyone. It is harder if I don’t know many of the people at the gathering.

    John Dalton Social AnxietyAs I read through the descriptions of social anxiety disorder I started to get wound up. My life would have been so much easier if I’d know about this before.

    Just as I was getting up a nice head of self righteous steam the symptoms started to drift.  “People with social anxiety have a deep fear of humiliation and of being judged by other people.”  Hang on, that’s not really me.

    “Individuals who suffer from social anxiety typically have a stronger than usual desire to make a good social impression.”  No, wait. I don’t do that.  I don’t care what other people think of me and I particularly don’t care what judgements people have of me. In fact if people are going to be judgemental, well forget them. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life!

    Strong reactions particularly where I’m convinced I’m in the right, are often red flags for deeper issues. When I calmed down I started to pull apart what was really going on for me. What was the big deal about everyone looking at me when I walked into a room? What was the real problem with small talk at parties?

    If you have social anxiety disorder feel free to describe what it’s like for you in the comments section below.  Reluctantly I began to see that for me, it was true. I was concerned about what people thought of me but not in conventional of way.  It’s like I am missing a way of interacting with people that seems to come naturally to others. I don’t intuitively know what to do socially. This missing piece marks me out as odd.

    vikingsWhen I looked into the depths of why this is a problem I saw that subconsciously I am afraid I will be thrown out of the tribe, possibly violently, and starve to death. That’s if I don’t die from the wounds inflicted by the angry mob.

    Ah, my subconscious, all that creativity used for darkness.

    Anyway, so I try to cover up my, “oddness.” Unfortunately I am missing the tools for covering things up socially so I just make it worse.  I start to get hot. My throat goes dry. I forget how to breath and my mind goes blank.

    Label liberation

    While I’m glad I found out about social anxiety disorder I think its important not to wrap yourself up in a label and bed down for the rest of your life. I don’t fit all the symptoms anyway and I suspect most people don’t either. The main benefit for me is that knowing about it allows me to be more compassionate with myself. It also allows me to appreciate what I’ve done in spite of it, and what I continue to do.

    • I’ve performed in front of large audience’s.
    • I’ve been a regular on a kids show on national TV.
    • I’ve given numerous public talks.
    • I’ve taught large classes for years.
    •  I’ve written books, some very revealing about my personal life.
    • I have a podcast.
    • I’m an artist.
    • I write revealing blog posts like this one.

    Knowing about it also allows me to mange my environment more compassionately. Now when I commit to doing something socially I have a gentle understanding of what will make it easier for me.  I can take better care of myself as I go through it.

    And it’s not just me there are lots of people with social anxiety disorder who are doing great things.  Here is Rob Liu’s take on how he deals with it or here is Grace Khieu a high school student with social anxiety disorder. She started a youtube channel because she found it easier to talk to the camera. Finding a way to work with her social anxiety has helped her express herself, connect with people, and become more confident.

    Acceptance

    In researching social anxiety I read that cognitive behavioural therapy can help. I mentioned this to my wife, Mege. I thought she would be right behind the idea of me getting some treatment. My social anxiety must have made her life more difficult.

    Mege and JohnI was wrong.  She said my social anxiety was one of the things that made me unique. It gave me, “lots of lovely layers.”  That being with me had taught her to be more gentle in social settings.  To be more gentle generally. To be a better listener.  That a lot of chatter about nothing can add to anxiety, mine and hers.  That being with me has helped her to slow down.  She said she liked me exactly the way I was and not to go messing with it.

    If that isn’t unconditional acceptance I don’t know what is.

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    If anything I’ve written about sounds familiar take the test and see how you do. You may discover like me that you’re not odd. You may discover you have little to no social anxiety at all and that’s great too.  Either way I hope you will have a gentle understanding for the, “shy,” person at the party. If they stand beside you but don’t say anything. Be cool. They’re working on it. It will come. If you really want to put them at ease tell them something deep, and personal, and real about yourself, and see how you both blossom.

     

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  • Tax Time Blood Bath

    Tax Time Blood Bath

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    You are standing in a darkened room with a large group of people who, like you, have come to see Tax Time Blood Bath.

    In front of you are five translucent plinths each glowing with a white light. On each plinth is a transparent table and chair. To the front of each plinth is a person dressed in a nondescript business suit. They stand with their back to you, waiting.

    To the right of the plinths, on a bed of white sand, is a large galvanized bathtub. It looks like the sort of thing people used to have on ranches but bigger. There is a transparent lectern standing in the bathtub.

    At the other end of the line of plinths, to the left, are a group of people queuing. Rather than a straight line, the queue snakes back on itself via a series of poles and barriers similar to airport or bank queues. Flanking the queue stands another five people in similarly nondescript business suits. Like the people on the plinths, they are also waiting.

    Suddenly there is activity at both ends of the line of plinths. To the left, the people in the nondescript business suits take one person at a time from the queue and escort them towards the plinths. As the people from the queue walk by you can see they are holding sheaves of paper, Manila folders, and stuffed envelopes. Some of them carry laptops, others cardboard shoe boxes.

    At the other end of the line of plinths, and to the right of the galvanized bathtub, a group of people sweep in. At the front of the group are what look like journalists with cameras and microphones. At the center of the group is a man with the commanding presence of a politician. He is dressed in a well tailored business suit. Around him is a coterie of attendants fussing about, whispering in his ear, attaching lapel microphones.

    Last minute preparations complete he detaches himself from his handlers and stepping into the bathtub he takes his place at the lectern. The journalists form a semicircle around the bathtub. They crouch down training their cameras and microphones upwards towards him as he gives the assembled audience a winning smile.

    At the plinths, the five people from the queue have been escorted to their designated plinths. As they take their seats the people in the nondescript business suits already on the plinths attend to them, helping them get settled. Laptops are opened, shoeboxes are upended onto the tables and their contents, which look like receipts to you, are ordered into rough piles as each person begins the work of completing their tax return.

    The reassuring baritone of the politician fills the room as he begins to speak. His face is a mask of practiced concern. It’s hard to understand exactly what he is talking about because he seems to use ten words where one would be enough.

    The two groups seem oblivious to each other. The journalists take no notice of the activities on the plinths and no one on the plinths seems to notice the impromptu press conference.

    The floor attendants bring each of the plinth attendants a metal frame of some sort. It is about two foot long in a half-pipe shape with a leather strap at either end. A metal rod protrudes from the side. The plinth attendants use the metal rod to attach the frame to the right side of the tables the people are doing their tax returns on.

    As the attendants are attaching the metal frame the people doing their taxes almost distractedly start rolling up the sleeves of their right arms. They place their bare arms into the metal framework and the attendants fasten the leather straps around the biceps and forearm of their arm holding it in place. The people continue doing their taxes with their free left hands.

    The floor attendants have now come to the front of the plinths and each holds a coil of transparent plastic tubing. Once the plinth attendants have secured the people’s arms they take one end of the plastic tubing from the floor attendants and attach a needle to it. They then insert the needle into the arm of the person doing their taxes. As this happens the people surrounding you and what feels like the whole audience seems to strain forward trying to get a better view, to actually see if what is happening is for real.

    From where you are standing you can see that it is. These are real needles, going into real arms and as you watch you can see real blood start to appear in the plastic tubes.

    Shocked, you check the literature you picked up on the way into the installation. It says that as well as being tax professionals, all the attendants are trained nurses.

    The plinth attendants fix the needles in place with surgical tape then clip the plastic tube to the side of the table. As they do this the floor assistants clip the plastic tubes to the front of the plinths. The attendant at the first plinth trails their tube to the right and passes it to the next attendant in line who adds it to their own tube and passes the two tubes to the next attendant. This continues down the line of plinths so that the last floor attendant ends up with a thick cable of the five tubes from each of the plinths. They attach the ends of the five tubes into the back of what looks like a largish faucet, then crouching down they hook the faucet over the side of the bathtub the politician is standing in.

    The politician doesn’t miss a beat as all this is going on and his rambling speech has now drifted into talking about some vague conflict in some nondescript country. As the first drops of blood come out of the faucet you get the feeling he is talking about civilian casualties but it is hard to tell because he keeps using words like, “hostiles,” and phrases like, “collateral damage.” He continues on undisturbed as the bathtub begins to fill with blood. None of the journalists notice the blood or the bathtub. None of the cameras drift downwards from the politician all stay focused on his mannered face.

    At the other end of the line of plinths, the person on the first plinth has finished giving blood. The plinth attendant has withdrawn the needle and the man is now gathering his papers and receipts. He looks shaky. A floor assistant escorts him from the plinth and brings him around the front of the plinths where the floor attendant spreads some old looking cardboard on the ground and encourages the man to lie down on it. He is then given a plastic bag filled with what looks like other plastic bags to use as a pillow. Once he is lying down the floor attendant covers him in what looks like a dirty old blanket. He is then offered a choice of drinks either cheap cider or fortified wine. Before the floor attendant leaves him they place a paper cup at the man’s feet.

    While this was happening another floor attendant has taken another person from the queue and delivered them to the empty plinth. The plinth attendant has thrown the needle from the first person in what looks like a waste paper basket and added a new section of plastic tube. The new person is assisted to begin their taxes, then blood is taken and the process repeats itself.

    What follows is a ballet of people being escorted to plinths, doing their taxes, having blood extracted, then being escorted to the front of the plinths where they join the previous people on the ground with more dirty blankets and sleeping bags. All the while the politician continues to drone on as the bathtub fills higher with blood. The level is well over his ankles now.

    You begin to notice a smell, faint at first, but stronger as the bathtub fills. It has an earthy iron tinge to it. As it gets stronger you know it is the unmistakable smell of blood. Beside you, a well dressed woman in her fifties starts swaying. She looks pale. Her eyes are fixed on the bathtub filling with blood. Her face looks clammy. Just as she looks like she is about to faint, two floor attendants appear from behind with what looks like an armchair on wheels. They help her into it.

    Initially you think they will bring her to the back of the room to some antechamber where she can recover but instead they wheel her to the front of the plinths. She looks from one attendant to the other confused as they encourage her to lie down on some cardboard they have laid out for her beside the last person to come off the plinths. Hesitantly she lies down. She too is covered with a dirty looking blanket amid the growing number of people lying at the front of the plinths.

    As the proceedings continue all eyes begin to focus on the bathtub as it gets to the point of being full. What will happen? The smell of blood is strong now, the waste paper bins on each plinth are filling with the bloody remnants of needles and tubes. The queue of people seems undiminished. The growing mass of people at the front of the plinths with its dirty blankets and paper cups grows ever larger as the first drops of blood lip over the edge of the bathtub. Will the journalists take note now?

    They don’t because the blood never reaches them. As the blood drips from the tub it lands on the white sand making a very striking impression — red blood on the white sand. But as the blood seeps into the sand, the red turns to pink which turns to light pink, which turns to white again, and it’s gone. You can’t see how it is done but the blood is simply absorbed by the sand.

    The politician is gesticulating as he talks now and a big swath of blood splashes over the side of the tub. Surely this will leave a mark on the sand but no, it doesn’t, within a couple of minutes there is no sign of it at all.

    You check the literature again, it says no human blood is wasted in the process of the artwork. You also notice that the politician’s speech is made up of excerpts from actual speeches made by real politicians.

    After half an hour the last person has given blood. The politician winds up his speech. As he steps out of the bathtub all eyes are on his trouser legs and shoes. You sense the collective hope is that the blood will have soaked in but as with the sand it drains away as he stands on the sand so that before he leaves there is no trace of blood on him.

    He leaves to the right. All the attendants leave to the left. The performance is over. What is left is the bathtub of blood and about thirty people lying in front of the plinths. Some of the audience go to see if they are all right. They help them up and talk with them. They are not performers they are just people who answered the call to participate in this artwork. Yes, they really were doing their taxes. Yes, they really did give blood. Yes, the needle did hurt.

    You walk back out into the light of the gallery blinking. Unsure of what you have just witnessed.
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  • Yoga Art 8

    Yoga Art 8

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    This image is inspired by my yoga practice, the beauty of the poses, and the energy flow within and surrounding the movement.

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  • Morning Offering

    Morning Offering

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    70 x 50 cms (27.5″x19.6″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    This painting asks further questions about beauty, sensuality, and mystery. Where does the beauty in this painting lie?
    Is it in the beautiful form of the woman, the sensuality of the moment or the intangible personal experience portrayed?
    Is this a morning stretch, a moment of pleasure, or someone simply reveling in the beauty of their own being?

     

  • Mary with chickens and Caesar

    Mary with chickens and Caesar

    Mary with chickens and Caesar by John DaltonPart of the series of paintings I’m currently working on called, “What the eye can’t see but the heart senses,” inspired by County Kerry, in Ireland and its people.
    40x40cm acrylic on canvas.

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

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  • Uma Thurman

    Uma Thurman

    Uma Thurman by John Dalton
    Uma Thurman – 90 x 90 cms (35.5″x35.5″) Acrylic on canvas

    Gaze is a series of paintings inspired by the experience of being held in the gaze of a strong woman. Well known actors were used as reference to highlight the contrast between the celebrity portrayals of these women and the reality of their being.

    The intent of these paintings is to hold a space for the viewer to experience this dichotomy. The initial recognition of the familiar visage and the confronting gaze of the mystery staring back at you.

  • Seamus and Excalibur

    Seamus and Excalibur

    Seamus and Excalibur by john Dalton

    Part of the series, “What the eye can’t see but the heart senses,” inspired by County Kerry, in Ireland and its people.
    40x40cm acrylic on canvas.

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

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  • Salma Hyek

    Salma Hyek

    Salma Hayek
    Salma Hyek 120 x 90 cms (47″x35.5″) Acrylic on canvas

  • Tony with onlookers

    Tony with onlookers

    Tony with onlookers by John DaltonPart of the series of paintings I’m currently working on called, “What the eye can’t see but the heart senses,” inspired by County Kerry, in Ireland and its people.
    40x40cm acrylic on canvas.

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

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  • Monica Bellucci

    Monica Bellucci

    Monica Bellucci
    Monica Bellucci – Private Collection 90 x120 cms (35.5″x47″) Acrylic on canvas

    This painting is part of a series of six called Gaze. The series includes, Uma Thurman, Salma Hayek, Nicole Kidman, Monica Bellucci, Isabella Rossellini and Cher. I painted this series in 2005 in Brisbane.

  • Eilish and Chester

    Eilish and Chester

    Eilish and Chester by John DaltonPart of the series, “What the eye can’t see but the heart senses,” inspired by County Kerry, in Ireland and its people.
    40x40cm acrylic on canvas.

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

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  • The allure of shame

    The allure of shame

    The allure of shame and jd

    If I look a bit happy beside a painting with the heavy title of, “The allure of shame,” it’s because this painting was a marathon to paint. I took me 13 years!!

    It began as a simple picture of a woman on a beach which I painted in Brisbane in 2003.

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    I was never completely happy with the way it turned out but wasn’t sure where to go with it. I didn’t name it as I didn’t consider it finished.  It stayed like that for years. My wife, Mege, and I moved back to Ireland and it came with us.

    Last year a friend included me in one of those Facebook art challenges where you had to post an old or unseen piece of art each day for 7 days. I had names for all the other paintings I posted but not this one.

    I was a bit rushed on the day I posted it and when it came to adding a name, “Shauna’s regret,” popped into my head. I don’t know a Shauna and I didn’t know what she was regretting but I went ahead with the name anyway.

    In hindsight I think naming the painting started a reaction in me because at the beginning of this year I put it on the easel with intention of ‘fixing it up a bit.’  I just wanted to get it to the point that I could look at it without making lots of mental corrections which is what I’d been doing for years.

    It wasn’t long on the easel before I’d painted the woman in gold, the background red, and painted this golden void that she was looking into.

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    None of which I had planned to do. From that point on it had a life of its own. The background went black and since she was looking into a void her hair didn’t seem right so that got changed too.

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    Then the background went red again – mostly.

    The allure of shame 4

    Then the black came in again, a bit, and now that her hair was no longer covering it she needed a right hand.

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    Then I had to change the shadows and highlights on her because she was no longer on a beach under the sun. I hadn’t a clue where she was now but it didn’t look like a beach in the sun anymore.  I have Scott Waddell to thank for helping me with this. He didn’t help me personally but his video, “On Form,” was invaluable.

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    She gradually got darker as I worked my way through the new lighting and more red crept into the background.

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    Eventually it finished. She turned out a lot darker with only her golden heels remaining. Don’t ask me why, it just had to be that way. The photo doesn’t really do this painting justice. I’ve been living with it now for a few months and it changes with the day. The textures of the black and red reflect differently as the gold shimmers in the changing light and all the under painting adds a lot of depth.

    I’m very pleased with the way it turned out. . .

    The allure of shame
    The allure of shame by John Dalton – 36.3″x45″ inches (922 x 1143mm) acrylic on board.

     

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  • Mick and Trampas

    Mick and Trampas

    Mick and Trampas by John DaltonPart of the series of paintings I’m currently working on called, “What the eye can’t see but the heart senses,” inspired by County Kerry, in Ireland and its people.
    40x40cm acrylic on canvas.

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

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  • Intestinal Flora

    Intestinal Flora

    I started this painting in 2014 in a frenzy of color that turned to mud in the shape of a colon. It sat in my studio for 3 years waiting for me to know what to do next. I painted the second layer just as explosivley as the first.

    Acrylic on canvas. 27″ x 20″

     

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  • Art Viewing In The Future

    Art Viewing In The Future

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    If you’re an artist, do you want more people to see your work?

    Do you want people to see your work even if your original paintings are in a private collection or a storage vault?

    Do you want people to experience your work in the way you intended and not on a tiny smartphone screen?

    Do you want people to see your work even if your original painting is accidentally destroyed?

    Would you like future generations to see how you worked?

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    These are questions that come up a lot with the artists on my podcast. I’ve come up with what I think is a possible solution and I’d like to know what you think.

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_text admin_label=”Nothing compares to standing in” text_orientation=”justified” max_width=”600px” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” text_line_height_last_edited=”on|tablet” custom_margin=”|||150px” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|tablet”]

    There’s no question, nothing compares to standing in front of a painting. Looking at art online doesn’t hold a candle. As an artist you know this already. There’s no idea of scale. A 6ft painting looks the same as a 6inch sketch. The surface texture is lost. I can’t see the interplay of light as I move around. The visceral impact is reduced to nothing on the screen of my smart phone.

    Yet, most of the art I see is on the screen of my smartphone. It’s quick and it’s easy. I think it would take me a year to actually stand in front of every painting I looked at in one week on my phone.

    The Louvre had 8.5 million visitors last year. Instagram has 600 million users and counting. I’d be naive to demand that everyone had to look at my paintings in person ignoring the colossal reach of the internet.

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    So, what to do?
    We need something that combines the reach of the internet with the experience of actually standing in front of a painting?

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    Virtual and Augmented reality look the most promising to me. Not as they are now but how they will be in 10 or 20 years. The technology looks clumsy now but so did mobile phones when they came out back in the 80’s.

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    If you’re an artist, do you want more people to see your work?

    Do you want people to see your work even if your original paintings are in a private collection or a storage vault?

    Do you want people to experience your work in the way you intended and not on a tiny smartphone screen?

    Do you want people to see your work even if your original painting is accidentally destroyed?

    Would you like future generations to see how you worked?

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    These are questions that come up a lot with the artists on my podcast. I’ve come up with what I think is a possible solution and I’d like to know what you think.

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_text admin_label=”Nothing compares to standing in” text_orientation=”left” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” text_line_height_last_edited=”on|tablet” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|desktop” background_layout=”light” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]

    There’s no question, nothing compares to standing in front of a painting. Looking at art online doesn’t hold a candle. As an artist you know this already. There’s no idea of scale. A 6ft painting looks the same as a 6inch sketch. The surface texture is lost. I can’t see the interplay of light as I move around. The visceral impact is reduced to nothing on the screen of my smart phone.

    Yet, most of the art I see is on the screen of my smartphone. It’s quick and it’s easy. I think it would take me a year to actually stand in front of every painting I looked at in one week on my phone.

    The Louvre had 8.5 million visitors last year. Instagram has 600 million users and counting. I’d be naive to demand that everyone had to look at my paintings in person ignoring the colossal reach of the internet.

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_text admin_label=”What to do?” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font=”Special Elite||||” text_font_size=”21px” text_line_height=”1.5em” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|phone” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”center” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]

    So, what to do?
    We need something that combines the reach of the internet with the experience of actually standing in front of a painting?

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label=”Row”][et_pb_column type=”1_2″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Here’s what I’ve got so far ” text_orientation=”left” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” background_layout=”light” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|”]

    Virtual and Augmented reality look the most promising to me. Not as they are now but how they will be in 10 or 20 years. The technology looks clumsy now but so did mobile phones when they came out back in the 80’s.

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    Recording for the future . . .

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    Rather than just taking photographs of my paintings I want to record them in a way that will give future technology the best chance of recreating the experience of actually standing in front of them.

    The best way I can see to do this at the moment is using a combination of photogrammetry and light field cameras. Obvious right? Why didn’t I just say so at the beginning?

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    Photogrammetry is where you take multiple photographs of an object, from lots of different angles, then you feed all the photos into a piece of software and it stitches them together into a three dimensional model of the original object you photographed.

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    Light field cameras do all the things normal cameras do. They also record an additional  range of computational information about the object, including distance and position in space. The main lens of a light field camera is augmented by a series of 200,000 micro lenses, each of which see the image from a slightly different perspective.

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_2″][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Lauren-Processed-01.jpeg” animation=”off” max_width=”400px” custom_margin=”10px|||” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|phone” /][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/illum-in-hand.jpeg” animation=”off” max_width=”400px” custom_margin=”80px|||” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|phone” /][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label=”Row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Combining photogrammetry and light” text_orientation=”justified” max_width=”600px” max_width_tablet=”NaNpx” max_width_last_edited=”on|desktop” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” custom_margin=”|||150px”]

    So you could say one light field image contains the equivalent amount of information to 200,000 standard images. Combining photogrammetry and light field cameras will I think capture the most amount of data using existing, readily available technology. You can pick up a light field camera on amazon for about $400 USD.

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    What does it mean practically?

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    As well as the normal photos I take of my paintings I’m going to start taking a series of photogrammetry images using a light field camera to capture the three dimensional aspect of my paintings. The recommendation for photogrammetry is to take an image every 5 degrees but that seems excessive for a painting so I’m going to take images every 20 degrees.

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    And then I’m going repeat that on 4 axes, right to left, top to bottom, corner to corner, and other corner to other corner, like so . . .

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    Including a full frontal image, that will mean 45 light field images for each painting.

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    Is the technology already in place to use the images?

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    Sort of, but not really.

    There are a number of software applications that can turn the images into a reasonable 3D model. The most robust seems to be photo scan so that’s the one I will start with.

    Once the 3D model is made it can then be used in a virtual or augmented reality environment. It will still be with the godawful VR headsets and pretty clumsy, but that’s just for now.

    I’m not really focused on the current technology because it will change and probably a lot.

    Trying to plan for what virtual and augmented reality will look like in the future is like being back in the 80’s, with the first mobile phones, and trying to plan for Instagram, Facebook, Uber, Airbnb, YouTube, Google maps, Pokemon go, and all the other ways we currently use our phones. They were all inconceivable back then.

    I don’t know what the future will bring but I do know the experience I’m trying to approximate. I want to capture enough data so that a future viewer can walk up to a virtual version of a painting. Look at it from any side. Get up really close to it. Crouch at the corners and look at how the raking light reveals the brush strokes. Stand back and let the scale of the painting sink in. Feel the visceral impact of the painting on their body. Get close to the painting and, I’m imagining future technology here, run their fingers over the surface of the painting.

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/John-Datlon-Dubai-1.jpg” alt=”Here I am with Syrian artist Ahmad Moualla’s giant painting, %22People and Power.%22″ title_text=”Here I am with Syrian artist Ahmad Moualla’s giant painting, %22People and Power.%22″ animation=”off” align=”center” /][et_pb_text admin_label=”Taking in Syrian artist Ah” text_orientation=”right” max_width=”NaNpx” max_width_last_edited=”on|desktop” text_font=”PT Sans||||” text_font_size=”14px” text_line_height=”1.6em” custom_margin=”|||NaNpx” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|desktop”]

    Taking in Syrian artist Ahmad Moualla’s giant painting, “People and Power,” in Dubai – March 2017

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    Over to you . . .

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    So that’s what I’ve got so far. It’s far from complete or perfect. I’m sharing it publicly because I hope other artists like yourself will start to record their work in this way also.

    In the future when someone hears about your work they could go to your virtual space and see your work as you intended it to be seen, or as close to as possible. You could build your process pictures into the virtual model of your painting so they could see how you achieved the finished result you did. Artist Gretchen Andres is already doing a version of this in her virtual gallery.

    In the future someone listening to my podcast could walk around a virtual gallery of the artist I’m chatting with. As the conversation turns to influences and inspiration, the works of the influential artists could appear for comparison and consideration.

    In the future a platform like Instagram could be more like a virtual gallery too, or with augmented reality it could be a space on the wall of your home where virtual paintings appear.

    As more virtual art is recorded and shared you could curate any number of virtual galleries for your own reference and enjoyment.

    And these are just a few of the possibilities off the top of my head. I’m sure you will think of a lot more once you get going.

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    Nothing compares to standing in front of a painting. No question. As a community of artists we can take steps now to help our future viewers see our work in a better, more authentic way than fast swiping on a tiny screen.

    Any suggestions or questions have please leave them in the comments section below and do share this post with your artist friends.

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    Recording for the future . . .

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    Rather than just taking photographs of my paintings I want to record them in a way that will give future technology the best chance of recreating the experience of actually standing in front of them.

    The best way I can see to do this at the moment is using a combination of photogrammetry and light field cameras. Obvious right? Why didn’t I just say so at the beginning?

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label=”Row”][et_pb_column type=”1_2″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Photogrammetry” text_orientation=”left” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” background_layout=”light” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|phone”]

    Photogrammetry is where you take multiple photographs of an object, from lots of different angles, then you feed all the photos into a piece of software and it stitches them together into a three dimensional model of the original object you photographed.

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_text admin_label=”Light field cameras” text_orientation=”left” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” background_layout=”light” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]

    Light field cameras do all the things normal cameras do. They also record an additional  range of computational information about the object, including distance and position in space. The main lens of a light field camera is augmented by a series of 200,000 micro lenses, each of which see the image from a slightly different perspective.

    [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_2″][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Lauren-Processed-01.jpeg” animation=”off” max_width=”400px” custom_margin=”10px|||” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|phone” /][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/illum-in-hand.jpeg” animation=”off” max_width=”400px” custom_margin=”80px|||” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|phone” /][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label=”Row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Combining photogrammetry and light” text_orientation=”left” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” background_layout=”light” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|tablet”]

    So you could say one light field image contains the equivalent amount of information to 200,000 standard images. Combining photogrammetry and light field cameras will I think capture the most amount of data using existing, readily available technology. You can pick up a light field camera on amazon for about $400 USD.

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    What does it mean practically?

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    As well as the normal photos I take of my paintings I’m going to start taking a series of photogrammetry images using a light field camera to capture the three dimensional aspect of my paintings. The recommendation for photogrammetry is to take an image every 5 degrees but that seems excessive for a painting so I’m going to take images every 20 degrees.

    [/et_pb_text][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Photogrammetry2.jpg” animation=”off” align=”center” show_in_lightbox=”off” url_new_window=”off” use_overlay=”off” sticky=”off” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” /][et_pb_text admin_label=”And I’m going repeat” text_orientation=”left” max_width_last_edited=”on|phone” text_font_size=”18″ text_line_height=”1.8em” background_layout=”light” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” custom_margin_last_edited=”on|tablet”]

    And then I’m going repeat that on 4 axes, right to left, top to bottom, corner to corner, and other corner to other corner, like so . . .

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    Including a full frontal image, that will mean 45 light field images for each painting.

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    Is the technology already in place to use the images?

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    Sort of, but not really.

    There are a number of software applications that can turn the images into a reasonable 3D model. The most robust seems to be photo scan so that’s the one I will start with.

    Once the 3D model is made it can then be used in a virtual or augmented reality environment. It will still be with the godawful VR headsets and pretty clumsy, but that’s just for now.

    I’m not really focused on the current technology because it will change and probably a lot.

    Trying to plan for what virtual and augmented reality will look like in the future is like being back in the 80’s, with the first mobile phones, and trying to plan for Instagram, Facebook, Uber, Airbnb, YouTube, Google maps, Pokemon go, and all the other ways we currently use our phones. They were all inconceivable back then.

    I don’t know what the future will bring but I do know the experience I’m trying to approximate. I want to capture enough data so that a future viewer can walk up to a virtual version of a painting. Look at it from any side. Get up really close to it. Crouch at the corners and look at how the raking light reveals the brush strokes. Stand back and let the scale of the painting sink in. Feel the visceral impact of the painting on their body. Get close to the painting and, I’m imagining future technology here, run their fingers over the surface of the painting.

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    Taking in Syrian artist Ahmad Moualla’s giant painting, “People and Power,” in Dubai – March 2017

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    Over to you . . .

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    So that’s what I’ve got so far. It’s far from complete or perfect. I’m sharing it publicly because I hope other artists like yourself will start to record their work in this way also.

    In the future when someone hears about your work they could go to your virtual space and see your work as you intended it to be seen, or as close to as possible. You could build your process pictures into the virtual model of your painting so they could see how you achieved the finished result you did. Artist Gretchen Andres is already doing a version of this in her virtual gallery.

    In the future someone listening to my podcast could walk around a virtual gallery of the artist I’m chatting with. As the conversation turns to influences and inspiration, the works of the influential artists could appear for comparison and consideration.

    In the future a platform like Instagram could be more like a virtual gallery too, or with augmented reality it could be a space on the wall of your home where virtual paintings appear.

    As more virtual art is recorded and shared you could curate any number of virtual galleries for your own reference and enjoyment.

    And these are just a few of the possibilities off the top of my head. I’m sure you will think of a lot more once you get going.

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    Nothing compares to standing in front of a painting. No question. As a community of artists we can take steps now to help our future viewers see our work in a better, more authentic way than fast swiping on a tiny screen.

    Any suggestions or questions have please leave them in the comments section below and do share this post with your artist friends.

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  • Emergent

    Emergent

    I’m expanding my art practice to include unplanned paintings. I don’t know what these are going to look like when I begin. I just begin. This is the most successful one to date. Once it was finished it didn’t feel like I had done it. I look at it the way I do other artists work. It keeps me looking.

    It is made with watercolor on paper. 8.5″ x 11.5″

     

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  • What the eye can’t see but the heart senses. . .

    What the eye can’t see but the heart senses. . .

    My wife, Mege, and I had moved from Dublin city to a rural part of Kerry, a county on the southern tip of Ireland.   As we settled into to our life in the country I saw men and women going about their daily agricultural business, herding cattle, driving tractors, standing in fields.  They had something about them, purposeful without being hurried.

    One night I had the dream.  Mege and I were going to the local town, Kenmare, to do some grocery shopping.  As we drove along we passed people doing their thing on tractors and in the fields as usual.  Except for one thing.  They all had big wings. They weren’t fairy wings as such, more organic, like a butterfly’s but not so fragile, or pretty.
    We arrived in town.  Everyone had wings. No one was surprised by this. Everyone was going along as if nothing was unusual.  For them it was natural.  After a little while I got used to it  and it became natural for me too. I began to wonder why I’d never noticed the wings before.

    When I woke up the dream stayed with me.  Without thinking about it I knew I would paint four little square pictures of the farming men and women with the wings.

    A couple of days later Mege and I were going to Kenmare to do some grocery shopping.  As we drove along we passed people doing their thing on tractors and in the fields. There was something different about them, or maybe there was something different about me.  I couldn’t see the wings or anything like that but I could feel them.  The same way you can feel it when people have been arguing in a room.  In a way, feeling the presence of the wings was more real than seeing them.

    It took me a year and a half to paint the pictures and in the end I painted six, not four. They turned out not to be as little as I’d thought, but not huge either.  As I painted them my neighbours would ask me what I was painting.  They asked in that friendly neighbourly way people do.  If I said I’d been gardening they would have asked me what I was growing. I was a bit apprehensive to show them initially. I didn’t know how they would respond. Kerry is a big tourist destination, predominantly with Americans who grew up with Darby O’Gill and the little people and John Wayne in the Quiet Man. I didn’t know how my neighbours would respond to a Dublin man painting wings on them.

    I needn’t have worried. I’ve shown the paintings to quite a few local people now and the response is always the same.  They are always captivated.  It’s remarkable to watch farmers who have walked in off the field, still in their wellington boots, staring at these paintings like they are looking into a magical book.

    Sometimes they will recognise the faces in the paintings and tell me the names of the people. They each see different people which makes me think I must have captured something of the  Kerry people. The response has been a genuinely pleasant surprise for me. I hope you enjoy them as much as my neighbours.

    You can see the pictures in detail below along with videos of how they were made.

    Seamus and Excalibur

    Seamus and Excalibur by john Dalton
    40 x 40 cms (15.7″x15.7″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/trim.21B259EA-888F-4FE4-86EE-3864D55DF9A0.mov[/KGVID]

    Eilish and Chester

    Eilish and Chester by John Dalton
    40 x 40 cms (15.7″x15.7″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/eilish.mov[/KGVID]

    Mick and Trampas

    Mick and Trampas by John Dalton
    40 x 40 cms (15.7″x15.7″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/trim.9E2959F3-2BBE-44D7-AFBF-C46A9695F9E2.mov[/KGVID]

    Tony with onlookers

    Tony with onlookers by John Dalton
    40 x 40 cms (15.7″x15.7″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/trim.B20E0645-BE8B-489E-8A91-A6EC5E084252.mov[/KGVID]

    Mary with chickens and Caesar

    Mary with chickens and Caesar by John Dalton
    40 x 40 cms (15.7″x15.7″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/trim.DC870B50-4066-410C-BFA5-B63D59215842.mov[/KGVID]

    Pairic with milk churn

    Pairic with milk churn by John Dalton
    Private collection
    40 x 40 cms (15.7″x15.7″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.

    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/trim.AEA55DC8-E3D7-4DAA-A4F6-7650407C93C5.mov[/KGVID]

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  • Gaze

    Gaze

    Salma combo
    Salma Hyek
    120 x 90 cms (47″x35.5″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    This painting is part of a series of six called Gaze. The series includes, Uma Thurman, Salma Hayek, Nicole Kidman, Monica Bellucci, Isabella Rossellini and Cher.  I painted this series in 2005 in Brisbane. As you can see the painting has remained the same in the last 10 years whereas I’ve got more windswept and interesting.

    Uma Thurman painting by John Dalton
    Uma Thurman – Private Collection
    90 x 90 cms (35.5″x35.5″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Nicole Kidman painting by John Dalton
    Nicole Kidman
    120 x 90 cms (47″x35.5″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Monica Bellucci painting by John Dalton
    Monica Bellucci – Private Collection
    90 x120 cms (35.5″x47″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Isabella Rossellini painting by John Dalton
    Isabella Rossellini
    90 x120 cms (35.5″x47″)
    Acrylic on canvas

    Cher painting by John Dalton
    Cher – Private Collection
    120 x 60 cms (47″x23.5″)
    Acrylic on canvas

     

     

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    Pencil study - John Dalton
    Pencil study – Graphite on paper

    Hands of time - John Dalton.JPG
    Hands of time – Charcoal on paper

    Figure study - John Dalton
    Figure study – Charcoal on paper

    Tracey Emin - John Dalton
    Tracey Emin – Charcoal on paper

  • Pairic with milk churn

    Pairic with milk churn

    Pairic with milk churn by John DaltonPart of the series, “What the eye can’t see but the heart senses,” inspired by County Kerry, in Ireland and its people.
    40x40cm acrylic on canvas.

    Below is a short video showing the making of this picture.
    [KGVID width=”480″ height=”480″]http://www.johndalton.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/trim.AEA55DC8-E3D7-4DAA-A4F6-7650407C93C5.mov[/KGVID]

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