Poppy Z. Brite's Blog, page 32
October 1, 2012
The Judas Horse
"The Judas Horse," acrylic, ink, and paper on canvas, 16" x 20", not for sale (commission)
Please contact me at funkyegret (at) yahoo (dot) com regarding commissions.
September 30, 2012
So They Sailed Away For A Year And A Day
"So They Sailed Away For A Year And A Day," acrylic and ink on canvas, 16" x 20", not for sale
Text reads:
So they sailed away
For a year and a day
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
- Edward Lear
Self-Portrait with Words
"Self-Portrait with Words," acrylic, paper, and ink on canvas, 11" x 14", $150 (or make an offer). Incorporates text fragments from two of my novels, Lost Souls and the unfinished Dead Shrimp Blues.
[SOLD! Please contact me at funkyegret (at) yahoo (dot) com re: commissions.]
September 29, 2012
Bobby Kork (Repost)
Reposting this because the photo Grey took with the new equipment is so much better than the one we had before.
"Bobby Kork," acrylic and ink on canvas, 11" x 14", $100 (or make an offer)
"Bobby Kork," acrylic and ink on canvas, 11" x 14", $100 (or make an offer)
September 28, 2012
Got My Shoes
"Got My Shoes," acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20", $100 (or make an offer)
I never did care much for Dorothy.
September 27, 2012
Long After Midnight
"Long After Midnight," acrylic, ink, and paper on canvas, 16" x 20", $150 (or make an offer)
The Greek letters on the left side of the painting spell HERMAPHRODITUS. The piece incorporates the final page of text from the short story "Long After Midnight" by Ray Bradbury:
tomorrow night with somebody else. That gripes my gut."
"I wouldn't mind," said Carlson, "beating the hell out of him."
Latting moved the sheet some more. He said nothing. In the next minute there was a rustling sound of the sheet, moved now here, now there. Latting's face was pale.
"Hey," he murmured, at last. "Hey."
Instinctively, Moreno slowed the ambulance.
"Yeah, kid?"
"I just found out something," said Latting. "I had this feeling all along, she's wearing too much makeup, and the hair, and -- "
"So?"
"Well, for God's sake," said Latting, his lips hardly moving, one hand up to feel his own face to see what its expression was. "You want to know something funny?"
"Make us laugh," said Carlson.
The ambulance slowed even more as Latting said, "It's not a woman. I mean, it's not a girl. I mean, well, it's not a female. Understand?"
The ambulance slowed to a crawl.
The wind blew in off the vague morning sea through the window as the two up front turned and stared into the back of the ambulance at the shape there on the cot.
"Somebody tell me," said Latting, so quietly they almost could not hear the words. "Do we stop feeling bad now? Or do we feel worse?"
Nobody answered.
A wave, and then another, and then another, moved in and fell upon the mindless shore.
(c. 1946 by Ray Bradbury)
This piece kind of means a lot to me.
Having gone out and bought some stands and umbrellas and sheets and other things I do not understand in the slightest -- but all of which were on sale, giggety -- Grey and I are much happier with the quality of these new photos. Thank you to the person who made the suggestion.
Paintings In The Hopper
I have four or five new paintings ready to put up, but Grey and I haven't been very happy with his photographs of them lately, so we're off to the camera store to look at equipment that may help with photographing art. In other news, literally, I'm going to miss my daily Times-Picayune when publication goes to three days a week on October 1. The Baton Rouge Advocate is stepping in to publish a daily New Orleans edition, but I read their offering this morning: an opinion column about how public schools are on a slippery slope to providing abortions, a nostalgia column about the greatness of clothespins, and a Quote of the Day from God. Oh, dear.
