Monday, September 7, 2009

28th Post, A few New Works for 2009

"Hirnlael"
part of the 2009 Angelic Series

"Pendulum"
part of the 2009 Human Condition Series


"Sideward Glance"
part of the 2009 Angelic Series


Well after taking a brief sabbatical from blogging I'm back. I've been really rather busy wrapping up projects and boucing around the state but I am still here :)
Life is being good to me as of late and I'm surfing these waves with much zeal and child like enthusiasm. I believe at this stage in my development that almost everything I do has to do with a healthy attitude. I think above all things it is a person's attitude that either makes or breaks them - - that perpetuates any and every blessing or disaster they experience.
Saying that I have the greatest of hopes for a warm fall and a new series full of varied focus matter and inspirations.
Quick thanks for all my loyal fans and readers. I will be back to detail more of the work at a later time.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

27th Entry, November 29th 2008, Angelic Series part 9

Remahlkraeil - the littlest Angel and Giver of the Red Autumn Leaf
14x11 inches on cotton canvas
as commissioned by Mr. James Beck
valued at 890 Euros, 1,074 US Dollars
receipt number 1994756320

Everyone has an Angel


Here is the story behind Remahlkraeil



Once Upon a time when all the world was covered with the most beautiful of creations, Angels became separated.



You see, there was a momentum of creation then and so it was, as it was known by all that could be known so as a gift and guide there were special ones, like seeds scattered amounst the Earth, the Sea and Blue Green Jewel - and to each of them - from those that were left - were assigned an Angel to keep up the Garden of Humankind.



One for the right shoulder, and another for the left. Of all of the Angels there 14 that stated their gifts were at the mercy of all of creation, there are 9 left today still here with us.




The most powerful of which are Obian (brown), Cerah (yellow), Remahlkreil (red and gold), Taurmaline (blue and violet) and Pheonas (silver and pink).


The littlest Angels


We have come so far and know so little as a species. However although I am a simple and often silly tool in the hands of these elements I trust, I take comfort in knowing I am not alone.

The unremembered Ms Dottie Rambo was quoted as saying, "The Greatest gift that I have ever come across is the ability to sing, it's as though I'm not the one even singing. I just get so full up it has to come out somewhere. . . ."

one hell of a lady in all her awkward glory, just simple and good and wouldn't hurt a fly

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmEQWFeH5Xs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HLIH0uTcVY&feature=related

as a simple aside I offer my readers this story


In a Q&A during one of my lectures I was asked by a young music artist, a rather seemingly angry young man, "Why do we [humans] exist?". My agent was at the microphone at the time however I couldn't resist to answer the boy so I promptly stood up from my chair, walked to the microphone, and asked him his name.




I answered him in the following statement, "We as a species exist because we are the ones who are charged to take care of it all, organise it all or destroy it all - the same power that makes villains can make heroes, the choice is individual. The key is to remember that there is a power within each of us that makes us all unique and it is the ability to create in our own ways that makes us special. There is a garden within us, above, and beyond us and it is not exclisive - it lies within each of us." - ver batum folks, and I have it on video too lol



He promptly shut up and sat down. His name is Eric and I still speak to him this very day from time to time. He's actually quite successful and still quite angry lol.



Life is really quite precious and also both quite complex and fragile.



Most people don't understand that.






Underneath the initial painting there are seven hidden images including a sacred script in Enochian translate. The Artess, and custom card maker Ms. Lisa Wray was kind enough to contribute her quote for this specific piece - she states in Reference to this Angel "To love and Be Loved, Is the Greatest Joy on Earth". You can find her artwork here: http://www.lisawray.com/ - she is one of the best card makers and a personal favourite on the face of the Earth, if I were to choose two words for this woman it would be custom and kind.


The print was transcribed into Enochian (aka Angelic Script and sandstone was used to create some few striations in the piece - when mixed with white wine vineager and grape it produces an acetate that settles into a gloss, depending on how much lye is in the stone). If one can see it in person they can also see the text.



Anyway, it was inspirational, as was this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D__p-de-GfE&feature=related
More later ;)
pgp
"keep a secret but tell the world"

Friday, November 28, 2008

26th Entry, November 27th 2008, Angelic Series part 8

From time to time, even when we don't really know it, we all call on Angels.





It is simply a basic force of creation to assure us that everything is simply ok.




We humans being human can get so very busy we sometimes end up the last ones on our "to do" list. And sometimes we end up so far down that list we get lost. In my single experience, and in my simple understanding, it isn't really fair of me to treat something so special so poorly. However, I also understand that everything happens for a reason and that the reason exists before that specific "thing" did to fulfill it, me included lol. Admittedly I am not always at the top of my own to do list, but that's why I have a special reminder by the name of Annael, I digress.


Anyway, it happens in nature all the time.


Once the apple peel oxides it creates a simple wax at it's skin which when heated turns into an oil that is really quite popular in candles and is extremely fragrant. Added to willow and lemon at a high evaporation rate it can separate pigment from cotton and create texture on just about any basic platform except papyrus, birch, tique or bamboo. The end result are pencil hair thin and fine striations (as depicted in the 2nd photograph).


I used Papal colours in this specific piece (Crimson, Violet, and Gold) because of the royal content. In my understanding, as best explained to my fans, and readers; The tertiary and smallest Angels have the backing of two other tiers of Angels behind them because they , in fact, are fragile - the most precious amounst the holy. So those above them protect them most zealously, they are the rarest and in my soul's knowledge I know that there are fewer and fewer left on our right shoulder's. SO at this point in time they are highly protected by the "bigger ones".


Think of it as an imp with more than three-thousand big brothers/sisters, a billion countless cousins and a really REALLY big dad/mom. I wouldn't harm that dart simply out of respect for it's affiliations let alone from some plain old basic fear and common sense lol. In fact, I listen to mine rather frequently simply out of respect, humility (that after all of my stupid stubbornness it still sticks around) and earnestness.



Anyway, once dried it was placed into a bed of Autumn leaves and I used a tincture of henna, honey with cinnamon and garlic to outline what would be the image in my mind. However the power behind each of those elements visually led the viewer to a rather strong and "pissed off" experience (as depicted in the next three photographs, note the facial expression). It depicted an incomplete, though partially correct essence of this specific Angel.







At this 22nd hour it was clear to me that more work needed to be done for this specific piece, and that it also needed to be coaxed rather than demanded onto canvas. A kinder and gentler method was required for such a delicate source.
However that's a private process.







More later
;)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

25th Entry, November 26th 2008, Angelic Series part 5





" All that we spirits desire, we spirits attain and so

if it were an eye for an eye the whole world would be blind,

know then too that a work of art is a step from what is "so obvious" and well known by the wise





toward what is Arcane and concealed.

Forget not that the very Earth delights in the feel your of bare feet, as does the wind love to play with your hair.

For it is known also by the wise

that Love knows not it's own depth until those hours of separation. And a little knowledge that produces even the smallest of action is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle"

- Kahill Gibran






This Thanksgiving I challenge each of you to stand up at your tables and be grateful because none of us deserve anything and we have everything and at least more than someone else, I dare you to feel grateful and to announce and express gratuity in your own ways



even if it just means looking the next person in the eye and saying, "Thank You".


Now lets get to the art


A simple tincture consisting of coffee, green tea and pepper flakes was used to treat the cotton canvas. The wood is a sanded and dried pine (which swells and is greatly receptive to any kind of moisture once it's protective layer of bark is removed).



Sea salt (thick grain) was quickly rubbed onto the frame to preserve the exact stretching of the canvas as you can see in the 2nd photo. Brass locks are used to hold and secure the shape of the frame into a perfect 14 inch by 11 inch shape - otherwise it would become oblong, a trapezoid or parallelogram.


Once completed and perfectly dried I applied apple peel, cotton and milkweed to make sure that the frame would stay pristine.




"Remahlkraeil - the littlest Angel, the red autumn leaf"


The power of the smallest action can produce a ripple that can actually move mountains. A simple vibration at the right time at the right frequency has been known to break glaciers in two. One calorie of heat can charge a battery for almost one 4ths of a second if done a certain way.


As a species we really have lost more than we know from one another than we have attained anything from each other - so who are we to say that something as ancient as even the littlest of Angels, of the likes we hardly even see anymore, isn't more powerful and comprehensive than even the mightiest of humans? That's rhetorical folks.



Poetess Abbiola Ossipov writes, in reference to (or inspired by) little Remahlkraeil, "Embrace Life with no Restriction. Be true to you always, that is what really matters most . . . the you as you should be and nothing less".



However it's so easy to forget something so small as ourselves sometimes, when society and things like debt and such are so big.



Well Angel's don't think that way and honestly neither do I, and I'm not alone. Just like a little long gone Gospel Muse by the name of Dottie.




Anyway, I'll tell you more about her later, in the meantime here's a song for you wonderful readers I am so grateful for. I've used it as part of my inspiration for the piece: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaX0IcT_2sw


Happy Turkey day all -

be it with family of birth

or family of choice

we all have a reason to be

thankful

;)

Friday, September 19, 2008

24th Entry, September 20th 2008, Angelic Series part 4



" . . . . with eyes closed I could understand something

that perhaps it is not me but the things that need me that provides me with the power to move and go,


and I understood then that, basically, if it (anything really) was to be it was up to me and that I needed to not do it alone but to draw all of the strength of all of those connections



and become an adult




and simply knowing that was enough, so after some silly fit and medium term discomfort quietly I went and now I am here and it is really quite beautiful where I am today, this moment and right now.


I thank the best and beyond of me for that each day, I am grateful but know myself well enough now and after all of this "growing up" to state that I am still not done yet. There's always plenty to do, but even more than that I find myself interested and actually quite passionate about people's lives.



Lets just say I'm alive, smart, with a healthy curiosity - I have my druthers about me young man, now pour me a whisky, light me a smoke, and let me take a nap. I'm gettin old." - Rosie in summation by pgp christmas 199x



"Sariel" by Patrick Gorman Pettis

the Angel of Emotional Healing

14 inches long by 11 inches wide
on pine framed cotton
in natural inks stains and dyes

asking price is $540USD to be featured 03/06/09 at the Romaine Robbins art Gallery
currently availible for purchase



To master the colours in this specific piece I had to do some pretty clever improvisation.



When a natural element is used, especially if it isn't being "fed" and attached to it's living branch root or vine it has a tendancy to decompase literally - the real crook of color in such a preservation process is oxygen, time and basic rot. It takes a little bit of alchemy and apothicary to compromise with nature and keep it as is lol. With this piece I learned a few new things.


My process is a sensative process. To capture and hold such a thing as light and refraction as is, really its a language and compromise or one might even call it a "dance".


Nature has it down to a pattend, jade - amber - fossilization etc - but I have only moments not decades before the colour is lost and hours and small hand strung strokes on a canvas, well it all can easilly turn to brown, grey, rust or even black. Take an apple and cut it in half then leave it sitting for five minutes, its pretty much the same thing. This piece has granny smith, wild grape, tomato and thorney branch thistle in it lol. Can you imagine . . .


Ugh - easilly it was a moody thing until finally I paitently let it paint itself.


Sariel - the Angel of Emotional Healing.



Within each of us there is a grasp of something both unique and powerful. Each and every soul has a pourpose, at least that's my simple belief, we all have a reason for being here.


Coinscisively, and this is my theory, as a simple collective we are not designed to be solitary but collaborative. Sayings like "team effort" or "gang" or "clan" and even "nationality" bears us to something familiar - however proximity forces us to not only deal with eachother and those psycho emotional terms but ourselves and define our own worlds. I believe it is healthy to interact with the both - and by that I mean the world around me and the world within me. I believe in looking at something close up and listening, then learning and doing.


Life is precious and undefined to date and sometimes we treat it all so poorly. What I try to do and sometimes fail is simply maintain a second look at the state of the world within me and around me, the rest is honey. Hell, if a fingel nail bee can do it - we people can a million times over.


Ok anyway enough of my tangent (for now).


If a person just looks at the piece they'd see a figure reaching outward on what appears to be a flat line - its a deliberate image and so in talc and corn starch it's white. The line though level is not flat it is fractured and within it there are 14 faces. A human body slipping through a single layer of fabric, its a symbol or "impression".


When a force of creation such a Sariel is called it's a silent thing, a gush or squease, an out reached arm but not a hug, a cupping of the wounded soul in arm and hand. It is a silent and mysterious compassion toward the suffering which keeps them from falling too short.


I used a pink Boulenvilia to create the fuscia red hues outlighning the wings shown in the photographs here as an homage to a friend but when it interacted with the acid of my garden grown tomatoes it created spots - so I went with it lol. After I received a plant titled "The Patrick Mint" I finished the piece.


Many of my fans ask me how I get a metallic muster on my pieces I have to tell ya - I do not know it just happens sometimes. I sometime use a home made mother of pearl paste mixed with salt and vinegar then a joint compound made from lye and god knows whatever to produce texture or what I call "sparks" (little shards of light refracting into the eye) but really I don't know. It just happens sometimes.

What I really love about his specific piece is that it was made for someone who actually needs it.



Ok anyway - here's something that I do. I walk outside and look up then close my eyes for 5 seconds and take a deep breath and make a wish. I don't open my eyes until I've made my wish. Then I look and for some reason the world seems brighter around me and somehow my wishes come true. It doesnt matter if it's raining, or bright or dark out, up is up and me is me.


It's so corney but believe me it's quite powerful.


more later

23rd Entry, September 18th 2008, Angelic Series part 3

"You mean each breath we take there is enough power to fuel a light bulb? Can you imagine if we were to run to something at the same time?! Holy Crap."


- Kaityn A.

Marlboro Mass, age 11




Zephreil

by Patrick Gorman Pettis

20 inches in height by 16 inches in length on pine framed cotton in natural inks stains and dyes valued at 1,727 USD by the Filopoly Board of Fine Arts


What happens to us when it seems as though the world we know and the one we wanted has left us behind?


We cope or suffer or both and either


live or die from it.


And there is no testament to strength to either


simply example as to how and why


the rest we can choose to keep private or share.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yIDt97zQgY



The Angel Zephreil was once known as the Angelic force "ZAPHREIL"


allowed it to serve as primary spy on behalf of the Name's into the Lucifer's very organized in dependant curiosities.






This creative force could change its nature and walk into the dark side but always coming back against the struggle with new knowledge and information, new strengths that going to such places can bring.


However, even for forces of creation to dwell in such an area until familiarity takes a wear and it eventually becomes, for lack of a better term, "infected" (much like depression or anger is contagious so this force was infected - think of it as a holy challenge major ass fiber of creation flu- tarred and feathered).


Anyway it almost "fell" or for a better depictive phrase basically "it got stuck" or "lost".




It is a terrible pain when one loses its way, cut off, isolated and heavy, still jigsawing the miracle and possibilities within ones self but wandering, looking, crossed between a world of giving up and hope without direction or path.



The thing of being found again is the reason why crickets chirp and fire flies spark in the late summers. They want something familiar, even if it is just a face attached to the flash of a memory. It happens in nature all of the time. Unfortunately for us humans, the creatures who were supposed to learn how to care for it all and understand most of it - it is my limited perspective that perhaps we were designed too weighted and that's why we mostly try to control each other. Being lost or found then becomes an individual choice and experience, just as we choose what we care about and take care of.


Love is after all perfect - even if we aren't.




I digress . . .









By right Zephreil is the Angel of the self struggle and self delusion. It is the essence behind the private detective in us that puts pieces together about things we believe in whether or not they are in fact true - our greatness vs weakness, or our generosity vs selfishness - the reality of who we actually are vs what the world sees us as or want from us.



This can confuse or clarify depending on where the caller's soul is/what their mind is like - it is not always a necessarily a good angel but it is a reminder as to how easy it is to become trapped by ones own self and what a person is used to.

Things like addictions, depression, bad relationships, anger, isolation, incommitment - these things that just continue on and on without change and are so very obviously unhealthy can also be a source of strength once they are traversed and the knowledge of how to conquer and cope with them is attained; this is the very essence of what the Angel Zephreil symbolizes.

The fiery sharp points of color used in baking soda and vinegar with wild grape against a deepening blue set the eye into a flash point, a skeeter-ed glimpse of a bucking horse in honey and henna as is in the foreground but there are literally over 43 separate images in the piece.


Chocolate, Salt, Kiwi, Strawberry, White Cherry, Corn, Vanilla, Aramis, Ivy, Platy Codon, Thistle, Cinnamon, Orange and over 20 more make up the ingredients to this piece.


The piece is not abstract, though to a knave viewer it might be considered so, it is in fact impressionist - it is my impression of a very old soul held in the immediate who chooses to be lost. To be lifted up or to fall, hands are there but as in the case of Zephreil do we choose to grab them or hide from them (rhetorical).


more later

Sunday, September 14, 2008

22nd Entry, September 14th 2008, Angelic Series part 2



- "Uriel" by Patrick Gorman Pettis 36"h x 24"l on framed cotton canvas completed 07/2008 in natural medium as part of the 2008 Angelic Series







The Angel Uriel assists us to convert our greatest disappointments into the source of our grandest triumphs if we are strong enough and open enough to let it happen.






Have you ever been so disarmed by someone else's actions that you hurt as though you were a child being beaten by a Leviathan?




That feeling puts one in a place where you are powerless to stop it, you are that defenseless against it and you do not know when it will end. More so you fear to be forever changed by it.

During those moments for some there is a hero known as the Arc Angel Uriel.



My inspiration behind "Uriel" was one at first of a rather specific and terrific disappointment. If one can see it, it wears itself on the canvas that way at first. However through time with this force of nature it then became what my definition of strength was in the grip of intense emotional, physical, and mental anguish.






I mean honestly, if we are all each having individual experiences in this world where then is the help through something like that? Where is the resolution when nothing makes sense to that individual, no advice can really be given and no further information is provided just a throb of the unknown and an ache for some kind of safety. A wordless desperation forms because no words can say the braided knotted mix and mess sufficiently, there is no easy remedy to such an impact and thing - rather than a cut it is like a burn, and it takes time to heal it. This Angel's purpose is to help that process and ensure it's success beyond better unto greatness.




Now a broken heart is one of the most terrific pains a person can experience, people have died from it. The term "unbearable" is mentioned in correlation to such a subject - and for those who know it's weight and pain, without me saying so, they know it really is.





It does not have to be due to a romantic complication, it does not have to do mostly with outside sources. Just like the physical placement of our literal hearts, it has to with the very center of things and that support which all things depend on - our very selves. Unfortunately to have expectations is to have disappointment, and it is so very human to disappoint one another and expect too much from each other.





For some it is a familiar thing and a way of life, and to those people, the "plate spinners" I call them, my heart goes out to them. No true happiness ever really reaches that sort, just drips of it matched with long periods of complication and meandering, wandering to the next thing, person or place. All the while leaving a trail of shattered plates they could no longer keep spinning, their belongings, their chapters in skeletons and secrets. In my singular opinion they are not an evil creature, some are quite beautiful and enchanting for awhile, they have simply lost touch with their natures and buried themselves in irrational fears, half truths and partitions. They choose being lost and eventually in time and age as such a thing does - end up shutting themselves out of life completely or becoming destructively desperate. It happens in nature all of the time.




An Ivy vine has no real roots of its own, without bark its a frail thing though it's leaves carry a fan like beauty but it is a wiry thing, and it needs a tree with a big strong trunk to live. It spends all of its time trying to cling to that tree and goes as high as it can unless knocked away or it gives up due to some complication it cannot traverse and it keeps moving to what could be the next bigger better tree until it eventually dies or is the first thing destroyed by bad weather. The tree, however, with strong roots and a thicker structure and bark to protect it has no need to worry about anything but taking care of itself, and many can stand hurricane force winds. Unlike these two co-inhabitants of our world, us humans can choose our methods and master them with some knowledge and understanding. So for all the "plate spinners" and "protractors" working your angels lol, there's hope, just try something different - your way isn't working after all really is it?

A song that helped me process and co create this piece is "Say" by John Mayer, I consider it a message to a loved one really - you can access that here just use your web browser to come back to my entry if you'd like to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejZGnBDTNto&feature=related


I digress with my personal philosophy and insight on these common things (for now lol).




In terms of betrayal, heart ache, etc this Angel provides a foreground toward clarity and resolution - not necessarily serenity but the method to gain it.

The reason it is such a dramatic piece is because when one calls unto itself such a powerful force of creation as Uriel one must be inside a terrible drama. Whips of color spin in and out of the upper left of the painting - but then as one looks a little longer colours settle and something solid begins to appear. The longer one regards it, the piece's drama turns to shape and settles into clarity and Uriel can then be seen - several times. I wanted it to be this way because as in impressionist art this is my impression of pain and the process of healing.

The leader in such images is the large head of Uriel looking over one shoulder outward. Its face intense and fixed, as a loved one irritated into deep powerful inconvenience. The notion of which calling for an action the depths of which could move planets and souls to make things more appropriate. Uriel, after all, as an Angelic element is the essences of deliverance and prosperity, justice for those just and treated unjustly, strength for the strong who are weak momentarily. It is a very passionate image using sweeping broad strokes with crisp to fainting lines and striations.

I used combinations of cinnamon, vinegar, salt and eremurus among other types of blooms to create the brilliant orange and violet red color streaming through the piece. The mineral Talc with pitch, chocolate and dandelion were used in contrast against a salmon back which was made from wild tiger lilly and an oak with an acrylic hodge podge applicae.

The piece was then placed and finished outside in a light early misted rain to place into it a symbolic sense of renewal as well as the knowledge that somewhere out there someone is missed. As it goes in my traditions when it rains it is a reminder that someone who loves you misses you and wishes you home. The rain serves as a symbol to that longing, where even the sky cries in response to the person's honest feelings. The water used in the stains and to create the stream like striations in the paint was from that very rainfall and one of the rivers near my home here in Scotia.





Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed the entry.




I have been getting alot of questions as to when my central web site will be finished - the answer, honestly, is that I'm not sure but probably within three months and definitely before my show in the Capital.
Until then I am still using my good ole catcher page here:

In the meantime
if anyone needs to ask questions, has a request or just wants to write simply shoot me an email at tanmanmighty2@yahoo.com. I really try to get back within 24 hours if I can, but as of late I have been busier than a one legged man in a butt kickin contest so it may take awhile but I will always respond.



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- more later