I had a dream once that I was vacationing on a space hotel.  I was floating outside painting daisys on the side of the capsule all the while my relief rocket inched its way towards me.  I could see the curve of the earth and the brilliant blues of the seas.  Clouds swirling around and the glow of many sunsets.  Obviously at 455 degrees below zero painting is a dreamers fantasy.  Perhaps in a future life there will be some new fangled way to throw heat onto the subject.

Mars would be fairly tolerable especially if you were raised in Siberia and were use to such extremes.  Forget staying on the moon - colder than dry ice.  Pretty difficult to enjoy a cocktail at the end of the day.

I believe earthlings are a barbaric bunch.  We war and kill, abuse our children, cage our animals, incarcerate way beyond reason, eat crap, throw away our lives in front of TV, hoard too much stuff, think way too much of ourselves, hold grudges, lie, cheat, neglect our elders and lack the ability to keep our big blue home ship shape.  We are coming into a pressure cooker of time in which much is at stake.  Relationships are pushed to a wall, the environment is slimy and clogged, the atmosphere choked with dust and radio waves.  Earth deserves a good shake and purge. 

The aliens are maybe waiting around to inhabit the earth after such a cleansing.   We'll probably be too lazy to figure out how to claim our birthright to earth.  Many will just surrender and get on board some massive people transport devise believing it will take them to a new planet - one that has been nicely preserved only to find they're going to purgatory where it will become the law that ones days will be spent scrubbing and cleaning, offering apologies,  atoning for transgressions.  

This is a painting I did for a Rancho Santa Fe client with a massive Renaissance style home.  It is eight foot square and hangs in the entry hall which is bigger than most peoples living rooms.  It is called The Allegory of Love and loaded with symbolism.  The naked foot, wreath, branch, dog, giant orb, horn - like poetry the artist orchestrates the visual plane.  We may not know the specifics of what it all means but definitely it is a crowning moment and testament to something sacred.

As is typical with RSF residents - a huge dangling carrot was hung.  Deals and bargains arranged as there was volumes of space to be filled.  Even after this demonstration of skill this gentlemen started begrudging that a lowly artist should be making so much money off of him.  He should have other artists - not just Linda Churchill's all over the place.  To find something like this in a gallery he would be paying twenty times the amount of money.  And I made it to fit his very specific proportions.  I created massive still lives born of the Renaissance that spanned his ornate carved fireplaces.  Huge Italian landscapes that filled the vaulted space of his living rooms.  A gorgeous faux carved stone wine vault.  It all looked so fabulous but this man was not happy.  He acted as though I had conned him.  I suggested ornamenting his kitchen ceiling which was vast and seen clearly from the sunken living room.  That's when he put his foot down - enough!  This is a man who owns a pharmaceutical company - profiting vastly from the legal trade of drugs - he really didn't like me very much in the end.  He was a very important man in his own estimation.   I did my best to make his surroundings appear far more rich than his neighbors.  The dangling carrot - always elusive - the finale of the master bedroom suite never to be realized.  And of coarse never a referral or reception to introduce me to his realm of other wealthy people.  

I suppose I could advertise my talents in that district as there are so many of these kinds of properties there.  But I am way to sensitive to subtle aggressions.  I am pretty certain that had Nick been around smoking cigarettes in the back ground, assisting with the installations this guy would have loved to throw his money our way.    In business it's a mans world.  I just keep doing the best I can.  

This is one of my favorite little paintings.  I am aboard a ferry in the late afternoon after a weekend on the Isle of Wight - south coast of England.  The water shone like mercury and I was deep in the blissful days of Nick.  In all the shuffle of surrendering my possessions I know not where she is.  Sail Away!

Abraham: RAMPAGE OF INVINCIBILITY - Esther & Jerry Hicks

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