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Tossing Litter From The Synchronicity Highway

Hello again art lovers!

I hope you’ve all had a great week.

I did.  I took a break from restful days and spent a couple of them hammering out an eclectic mixture of overdue tasks.  The new-found access to different aspects of my personality (A sort of controlled schizophrenia) seems to have major benefits.  Selecting the proper program with the proper function for the proper situation has reduced stress, increased productivity/fun, and helped communication exchanges become more transparent and effective…at least for the time being.

Anyway, I finished up the art work and scans for “The Tale Of Moby Dickhead: A Heart Warming Story Of Life Finding A Way Despite Evolution”.  Originally, I intended for my 5 year-old son to do the art work but he refused to cooperate.  Go figure.  I attempted to have the drawings viewable in 3D, but it didn’t work out quite the way I hoped.  Despite the art not going exactly to plan, I do enjoy reading the story quite a bit…especially when orating as the acclaimed English actor/narrator John Hurt.  Oh, that’s right!  I forgot to mention that as long as the readers imagination is healthy, the story is interactive!

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“The Tale Of Moby Dickhead” will be available for your reading pleasure next wednesday, June 24, 2015.

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Also this week, A long time collector of my work named Lisa has commissioned me to paint over the faces of a commission she commissioned from me years ago.  She’s become enamored with painting over parts of paintings so I’ll oblige her and paint.  More news on this later, but for now, I’ll mention that I spent considerable minutes tweaking the information on the information page of my website.  Information is now as accurate as possible in current space – time.  If you love to eat information and desire more click here.

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In other news, I packed up the pieces of a major sale!  That’s right, a 30 x 40″ canvas and a limited edition Deluxe Set  of Apoko – Lips 2014 prints will shortly be in route to St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands.

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If that wasn’t good enough, the mass of art was purchased and will be exhibited by Clay, a long-time friend and collector of my work who has returned to the island to reopen the Seven Minus Seven Gallery!

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I’ll post more news about exhibit dates as soon as I have them.

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I’m thrilled.  In my experience, it’s pretty rare nowadays for the gallery to purchase an artist’s work prior to exhibiting it.  Clay dances to the beat of a different drum in a lot of ways though.  That being said, the limited edition Apoko – Lips Deluxe Set is a collection of 13 high quality prints and was meant to come in a customized container of some kind.  Because of the fast approaching exhibit, the collector needed the art before I could get the specs for the container worked out.  I originally envisioned a decommissioned bazooka missile painted pink to contain the set of prints.  I’m not sure if this is doable though.  I’ll find out and let you know.

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If you would like to view high-quality images of my Apoko – Lips collection, inquire about options or pricing visit my website ckirkart.com and shoot me an email.  I’ll be happy to help.

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Until next time,

Ckirk

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Refresh Dream Machine Pathway Odinsleep

Hello again art lovers!

It’s been a while.  I’m not sure how long actually.  I’ve taken a sabbatical from art and I’m only working when necessary.  Art makes me neurotic and every so often I have to decompress, rejuvenate, and restock my dream machine.

I’ve primarily been reading, weight lifting, doing various yogas and brain change exercises.  I’m recording my experiences and experiments daily to review at a later date.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to compromise my art blog by publishing my cooky results.  If results are shared it will be visually communicated through my art.

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During this sabbatical, I wrote a short story titled “The Tale Of Moby Dickhead: A Heart Warming Story Of Life Finding A Way Despite Evolution.  I will no doubt be publishing the story on my blog, under the “Story Time” category once the art is complete.  I began another project yesterday as well.  The piece is titled “Ode To Joy” and is an experimental 3D video/audio cut up.  Other components will be included to encompass touch, smell and taste.   The goal of the piece is elevated consciousness via prolonged sensory overload.  I doubt I will publish the video in its entirety.  It could be considered far too pornographic and I believe its function will be lost on the average bear.  A person shouldn’t fully experience the cut up unless having sex while watching with 3D glasses while listening to audio through head phones. Even then, it would most likely need to be the right mix of sex, awareness, and state of nervous system.  If all the criteria were met, the 3D sensory overload cut up experiment still may not reach its full potential.  It should be projected to cover all walls and ceiling.

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In other news, the commissions are still rolling in and rolling out… which is awesome! In most cases, there’s not much thinking required to complete them so they don’t get in the way of my odinsleep.  For instance, a collector named Kimberly who I have not seen in years contacted me a few months ago.  Her building burnt to the ground and she lost just about everything.  Ages ago, I created an Audrey Hepburn stencil piece that she grabbed almost immediately upon seeing on the gallery wall.  Audrey was among the casualties.  The piece was the first major purchase she and her husband made together.  They’re still married and because of the association with new-found love, she absolutely had to have it replaced.

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I finished the new Audrey about a week ago and Kimberly was thrilled.  Being able to help in circumstances like this really make me feel good about my job.

That being said, I’m still in the middle of my experiments and self-imposed therapy, so blog posts could still be sporadic.  I have no doubt that soon art will become important to me again, I’ll crank out some interesting work, and most likely, will slowly become neurotic once more. You never know though.  Maybe when I get back on the horse, I’ll have become the type that can create art without becoming a ticking atom bomb.

Until next time,

Ckirk

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More Collector Photos & The Installation of 1st Metal Apoko – Lips Prototype

Hello again art lovers,

I hope you’ve all had a great couple of weeks!

I feel pretty happy and grateful.  I had some amazing things happen over the last two weeks.  I also had a few horrible things take place, but let’s focus on the positive!  Once again, I don’t have a new piece to show you, but I do have some exciting news and a few more collector photos to share.

A couple of weeks ago I sold, delivered and installed my first Apoko – Lips prototype on metal!  The piece couldn’t have went to a better fellow in my opinion.  Bill is a soft-spoken gentle guy who has been collecting my work off and on since around 2006 or 7.  Now days there are plenty of art lovers who purchase work from me again and again, which is awesome, but Bill was one of my first “Repeat” collectors, so I’m elated by his continued love of my ever evolving art.  

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Bill posing with the first prototype on metal titled

“Portrait of the artist kicking the shit out of cars”

It was great delivering the two pieces and seeing Bill again.  I was also able to revisit a few of my other works that Bill has collected over the years.  I brought along my camera to grab a few shots of Bill with the work…and of his modern living area which will no doubt be used as composites in future art pieces.

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Bill with his “Batman” piece I created way back when I still used stencils, 06 or 07 most likely.  It was the first piece Bill purchased from me.

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“Smoking Women” is a mixed media/collage piece I created in 2010

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The purchase of the metal prototype would’ve been enough but Bill also grabbed a smaller piece titled “Sigil Magic” that I created in 2014 while working out the methods I would later use for the Apoko – Lips series.

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“Sigil Magic” after framing.  Photo by Bill.

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Until next time,

Ckirk

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The Tale Of Moby Dickhead: A heart warming story of life finding a way despite evolution

The Tale Of Moby Dickhead

A heart warming story of life finding a way despite evolution

Story & art by Ckirk

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The reader should imagine the story read by acclaimed English Actor and narrator John Hurt.

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If the reader doesn’t like Selection John Hurt or simply prefers an american accent, the reader may substitute acclaimed American actor and narrator Morgan Freeman

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If the reader dislikes both Selection Morgan Freeman and Selection John Hurt, feel free to substitute who you will.
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Peter Cushing, Jeremy Brett, Tony Clifton or Jim Henson’s muppet, Super Grover, could all be excellent selections.

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 If the reader’s dislikes all options due to being too patriotic or conservative (See above group) due to heavily imprinted domestic/territorial reality tunnels , then he or she should not bother reading the story as sentiment, theme, and moral will not register.

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There was once a magnificent sperm whale that propelled through the oceans of the world, mouth agape and fat from ingesting an immeasurable genocide of miniscule plankton.  In fact this whale was by far the fattest, most magnificent of whale’s and  he mated annually with an untold magnitude of sea cows.  Where aquatic copulation was concerned, this deity-like mammal didn’t even bother to stay within the bounds of his own species and frequently mounted any thing that he happened upon in the current.  In fact, contrary to popular belief, on April 15, 1912, the Titanic did not collide with an iceberg prior to sinking.  No, the “Unsinkable Ship” simply charted the wrong course then unfortunately, met and was dwarfed by the behemoth’s lust.

Yes, life was good for the god of whale’s, too good one might say.  After racking up an untold surplus of time, gluttony and excess, the whale became ungrateful for his gifts and the daily bounty  he effortlessly vacuumed down to sustain his girth.  The whale cared nothing for his scores of lesser sons that permeated the seven seas, wouldn’t remember the cows who birthed them, nor was he bothered by the occasional vessel he sunk during the age of man.  After centuries of care-free reign, the gods, nature, the universe, or maybe a coalition of the great forces had a cruel joke in store for this mighty beast.

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It was a day like any other and as usual, the hefty mammoth plowed through the currents weightless and hungry.  The whale was just coming up to full speed when his body began to jerk and periodic tugs pulled him backward, only for a moment at first, but the violent tug o’ war motion soon brought the god of whale’s to a halt.  The beast panicked as he quickly began to sink.  He then felt a burning sensation deep in the upper and lower areas of his body.  Two pairs of cystic abscesses rose and then began to pulsate all while the whale sunk deeper and deeper toward the ocean floor.  Suddenly four small appendages burst forth from the swollen boils and the pounding pressure exploded outward into the ocean creating a scarlet aura that soon surrounded the sperm whales massive body.

The whale was sated with a temporary relief after the eruptions ceased and the cysts were emptied.  He had not yet discovered his four new un proportionate appendages and the disadvantage they foreshadowed.  Mustering all his remaining strength, the whale pulled himself upward to air which was an element the god of whale’s rarely needed to partake in.  Just then, the beast found he was quickly being submerged once again.  It was as if an even mightier beast such as Jormungandr pulled with powerful jaws clamped tightly around his wide fluke.  The whale felt twenty tiny digits wiggling frantically.  The small chorus of movement surprisingly was composed of ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes on two tiny hands and two tiny feet divided between two tiny arms and two tiny legs.  Could this be the whale’s defeat?  Most likely so but hang on, we’ll see, you never know.

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Suddenly it sounded as if thunder was brewing, slowly at first it rumbled and then rolled until the roll became louder and louder.  After a few seconds the ominous grumble met the end of its line and fired forth a name that was less than divine.  “MOBY DICKHEAD” exploded throughout the whales mind!  It flashed electric time after time.  The name boomed and cracked again and again.  It was mighty as if Thor Odinson himself had sent his hammer flying.  “MOBY DICKHEAD” echoed on loop all while the whale blurred, doubled and drooped.  .

The whale felt the thing in his head swell up larger in front.  Panicked, he tried to remember the movement that would carry him up.  His fins and fluke were no longer enough so he wiggled his twenty tiny digits and waved his four new appendages.  By then his exhaustion was far too great and his senses overloaded by the new sensations that threw themselves upon him.  In spite of the whale’s best effort to hold fast his underwater world grew black

Something familiar and wet, lapped his fluke.  the whale’s eyes opened slowly centered in their fat surroundings.  Perception was blinding and black dots danced around his vision.  He saw  small feathered things flapping about. A grainy, itchy substance irritated his pale underparts. Just then the forsaken whale became aware of a sense of small movements.  It was his newly formed appendages finding their way underneath his marooned body and his twenty tiny digits scratching away at the reachable irritant.  Despite this small achievement, the whale found his body was dry and he could hardly move.

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The fire traveled slowly across the great blue overhead until it was hidden by the waves and the pale rock that governed the tides appeared in light’s absence.  This pattern took place many times before the whale’s deep hunger set his new big brain into action.  The small feathered things still flapped about and were never far from sight.  Moby Dickhead raised his jaw and let it hang agape and motionless.  After a while the feathery things flocked inside and used the whale’s great teeth as posts to rest upon.  It was only a few at first and despite the annoyance of their pecking and pooping, Moby knew he had to be patient.  After a short while, more and more congregated inside the whale’s open mouth.

Finally there were enough for a meal and after realizing this Moby Dickhead let his upper jaw drop and lock! Feathers were flung and floated about the ivory cage.  The things flew circles in panic!  Their screeches added to the pandemonium.  With much effort the whale flopped his heavy pink tongue up and down, resting each time in between the range of motion.  Eventually, all the feathery things were either knocked about, crushed to pulp, or hurled down the wide tunnel of the whale’s throat.  The newly acquired big brain was of some use finally and his life was sustained for a bit.  The waves still systematically splashed his fluke and throughout the day washed more and more of his depleted body.  During the drier parts of passing, the new appendages moved where they could and his twenty tiny digits brushed and scratched away his irritants.

The newly acquired big brain could also be a curse.  Now a static creature, Moby Dickhead was often troubled by boredom and his new understanding of the events that had occurred.  He wasn’t above longing for his former glory either.  He concocted many theories that would’ve explained what brought about his down fall and almost daily he would find himself prey to dark moods.  Feeding in the manner mentioned above would help with these negative brain storms and afterward Moby Dickhead would be grateful that he had at least found a way to eek out an existence.  The stupid feathery things he consumed daily would have to do until the gods, nature, the universe, or a coalition of the great forces found him humbled and deserving enough to grant growth to his tiny appendages.  When these thoughts found their way into the light, Moby Dickhead would dream of a day when he could walk the earth and search out more suitable sustenance.

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The End!

1 hope you enjoyed reading The Tale Of Moby Dickhead as much as 1 enjoyed writing it.  Feel free to leave comments.  Also, be sure to tune in Wednesday, July 1st because next week’s blog post, Follow The Purple Cube,  focuses on the first Apoko – Lips piece (Detail image below) created in over two months and offers you some of my favorite ebooks by different authors for free.

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Until next time,

Ckirk

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Seeing My Art In People’s Homes Brightens My Day

Hello again art lovers,

All is well.  I don’t have a new piece to share this morning,  but I did sell one of my favorite watercolors last weekend.  The piece sold to a nice collector in New York who has acquired a few of my pieces over the years.  She’s been kind enough to send photos of the framed pieces.  Seeing my art in people’s homes pretty much always brightens my day,  So thank you Lisa.

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“Ed Harris As Picasso Playing Popeye”, 2013

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“Horsecock” framed in collector’s home.

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Another piece framed in collector’s home.  I’m not sure when this piece was made, but it’s old.  I do remember that it was created with spray paint and charcoal.  It’s great to see the piece again!

Until next time,

Ckirk

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Some People Are Just Assholes But GRID Loves You

Hello again art lovers,

I hope the week has been good to you thus far.

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I’m great.  I just finished up a new triptych that I’ve been working on for a while.  The idea originated back toward the end of 2013 when I did three quick sketchbook watercolors while in Los Angeles.  The concept was much simpler at the time, but over the last several months, some things were stripped away while other brain candy was added.  The new version is not as raw as the original and much more design oriented.  It’s also missing a devil penis but I doubt anyone will fault me for that.

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“Some people are just assholes”, 2013

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“Apoko – Lips#17 – Some people are just assholes but GRID loves you”, 2015

For information, limited edition prints or originals, feel free to email info@ckirkart.com.

We’ll be happy to help.

Until next time,

Ckirk

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The Police Don’t Bangarang In Imagination Land

Hello again art lovers,

Whether you searched for eggs, celebrated a Middle Eastern poltergeist, got drunk or did all of the above, I hope you had a great easter holiday!

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I took a break from commissions to create a new piece!  In fact, I have a handful of new works in the early “Study phase” that I’m really excited about.  Hopefully I’ll get the bugs worked out of them and the actual pieces created soon.   For now, I’d like to share my latest work.

It’s titled “Apoko-Lips#16 – Portrait of the artist kicking the shit out of cars #2″

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The first “Kicking cars” piece I released for public consumption has been pretty popular and while I’m not sure I could ever capture the magic of the original, I wanted to try to create a new “Amp’t up” version.

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When my five-year-old saw the piece he asked, “But where are the police?”  Laughing, I reminded him that the police don’t bangarang in imagination land.

For more information you can visit my website below or simply email me at info@ckirkart.com

 Until next time,

Ckirk

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