tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105427242025-02-23T15:30:37.051-06:00God's Gift To Art Lives The Artist's Life (With Occasional Guidance From A Book Written By Paul Dorrell)Eolaí gan Fhéilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850140173286239252noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542724.post-1141079995590259142006-02-27T16:19:00.000-06:002006-09-20T02:43:18.990-05:00

Pythagoras, the little white dog from next door that annoys me so much, seems to be disliked by his owners even more. In the sub-freezing temperatures of late, he's been cast outside rather a lot, and knowing that I'm the sensitive artist type he chooses to shiver on my back step not his owners. Weak-willed I let him in. Mistake.Didn't you love it when you were a kid and drew pictures in the soil

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NOTE: On March 3, 2006 this offer was expanded to apply worldwide!250 copies of Living the Artist's Life are being given to bloggers for free it has been announced today by the publishers. And there are no particular requirements beyond simply being a blogger! On the author Paul Dorrell's blog there is a statement from Hillstead Publishing saying where to send your email and details of your blog:

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Forgot to get a Valentine card? Don't want to give money to card companies? Think the celebration of Valentine's day is stupid? And yet you don't want to fall out with your other half? Let Hannibal Lecter show you how to keep your self-respect whilst treating the special person in your life as, well, special.Not far behind Picasso as an artistic influence for me, comes Jonathan Demme's

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In such extreme need of consuming scrambled eggs that I had a headache, I stopped off for milk. This being America, I purchased a gallon.As ususal it was unseasonable, this time unseasonably cold. On foot I walked over snow and ice for an hour. I did this to get to a store where I might look at all manner of non-essential retail products at knockdown prices. And I did it to feel human. But still

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Love, life, death, pain. They all drive me to paint. But ultimately you just paint because you can't not. That's why. However, what is it, that you paint? And are you honest about why themes recur? Really? This is what I paint:The Woman I Love These paintings are unfocused, abstracted, and she'd never know. Unless she's so intuitive that she knows every time you paint an apple you're painting her

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So Kong is finally here. The fourth part in The Lord of the Rings trilogy finally arrives, and it's pun festival time.Here then, in the Wet Can Dreams tradition of reverse order, is the build-up and arrival of King Kong, as seen through the headlines of the world.So Why All The Fuss?REVIEW: It turns out Peter Jackson's "King Kong" actually IS the Eighth Wonder of the WorldGiant ape, gay cowboys

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So the Gävle Goat has burned again. Why?The burning of a great log during the winter solstice is an ancient custom that many believe began with the Norsemen, and was carried over to the Christian celebration of Christmas. The word yule is thought to derive from the Norse word hweol, which means wheel and refers to the great wheel of the sun in its yearly cycle. But a Goat? Bear with me. I'll even

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Life here now is once again part of the great American tradition of the build up. It's what Midwesterners do. Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and especially, as of right now, Christmas - but also every little local and family event that occurs. Basically you build up and build up, you talk about it and commercialise it - right up until it's due to take place. And of course it

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Football legend George Best is to be buried in Belfast on Saturday after a funeral service at Stormont.Once upon a time, in a life long lost, George Best's name was the first footballer's name I sang. Because I grew up in the sixties and the seventies. And because of him.George Best's body will leave his father's home at Cregagh Road, East Belfast, at 10am on Saturday, December 3, 2005. The

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The dog next door doesn't get sick so much anymore, so I let it in to my house for the first time in months. Now if I was depressed the little dog would be black of course. However the dog is white, therefore I must be happy. Very happy, in fact. I wonder how little black dogs describe having a depression? Once upon a time, in a life long lost, I knew a girl who postulated that white dogs did

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I painted an Avocado. A fruit, you say, spotting my first mistake. You're wrong; my first mistake was painting it. And anyway according to RecipeGoldmine.com, an Avocado is a fruit treated as a vegetable. How do you treat your vegetables?Inspired by Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death I took my paints out. Well okay I didn't - they're always out. It was my intentions I took out. So to

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I was in London recently. Spent a couple of days in the Tate Modern. It was my last chance to see the current much-criticized curatorial arrangement. Next spring it's leaving behind its thematic arrangement and going to a more conventional chronological one. But as you know, I have an obsession with boxes, so I was rather pleased with what was currently in the Turbine Hall. And I was

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UPDATE: On Friday, November 18 Roy Keane has left Manchester United after twelve and a half years service, supposedly by mutual arrangement. However sources suggest Keane had a final heated argument with the manager after being told he wasn't wanted for a reserve game against West Brom last night. Keane was also told he was being stripped of the captaincy. As a former player almost put it, when

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And the demons that don't drive cry on my shoulder every day.Stag last weekend. Eight guys camping out eating tons of smoked ribs, brisket and drinking good beer. And of course, good eggs. And more besides. The Bash in the Bush was a gentle laid-back success of fireside contentment. Weather too good. Broken 80 a couple of times in last week or so. Presently in 70's. Will continue on 70 for next

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The holiday life has quietened down. Spotting a wasps' nest in my bedroom just above my bed I screamed for help and the preacher woman next door ran over and made the world a better place. I still have a hive of bees in the slab that is my porch and most nights I chase great big water beetles around with a fashion icon in my hand.Painting SporadicallyI am painting but it's hard. Am certainly

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Back in February we first started following the love story of Pete Doherty & Kate Moss as it first blossomed in the art of tabloid headlines. Part 2 picked up the story in April finishing up with blackmail charges against Pete being dropped. Are our friends still in love? Are they a still a couple? Are they still in the headlines? Let's have another little look at how Pete & Kate are living the

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Yesterday I got auto insurance, got the car inspected and tonight I hand over a check which is just the latest in a long endless line of tasks to waste one's life on related to motor vehicles.A Car Gets An OwnerBy tomorrow morning the car in the eyes of both states (for its ownership is crossing a State Line) will be mine. A 1987 big silver grey thing. Everything moves electrically - even my hair

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Here is a page listing all the entries on Wet Canvas Dreams that are based on News Headlines. Each entry is researched and manually crafted for maximum drama, and where possible humour, irony, etc. They are not simple software scrapings of a subject. They are, however, all legitimate actual news headlines. There would be no fun in making up such headlines - that would be too easy, and quite

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I am in an office where I am dressed in a pair of falling apart canvas trainers, a pair of shorts, and a light but loud Malaysian top. The exposed limbs have a strong golden tan, puntuated only by 38 rather itchy mosquito bites - the mass of dark hairs to be considered more of a texture than punctuation. The trainers were a gift from a woman with large feet and I have subsequently discovered them

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Saw an advertisement for Sears today. It said You May Never Paint Again. How do they know?Sometimes in life, there is no more.Paul Dorrell says:In my gallery, my artists and I usually split advertising expenses

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It was the the cheapest store for food I'd found since moving here. For all the previous fifty-cent packets of crackers and two-liter bottles of pop, she'd never spoken to me before.-So where've you been?-Sorry?-You haven't been in for a while. I haven't seen you.Before leaving the store clutching my one-dollar packet of Corn Flakes and my receipt I explained:-Oh, I've been lying low. And then

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My appetite for tedium is insatiable. It takes many forms. One is cooking. Or more properly, preparation. Show me a vegetable and I'll show you a long time. I see no need to build up nor employ techniques to cut up and chop vegetables efficiently. Taking time to slice and dice strikes me as the very point of the exercise. And then when you're done, you have all these little pieces of different

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So here we are again. Media event. Global mutterings. It's the latest and long-planned incarnation of The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. But as ever here at Wet Canvas Dreams, we're fascinated not by the creation itself, but by the images and progress of the words that describe all things H2G2 in the build up and arrival. Here then for your galaxian and artistic pleasure, in headlines from

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The first time ever I saw her face, I knew. So I painted it.His picture was in the paper. His mother would be proud. All grown up, and listened to, a long time since he ploughed. His picture was in the paper. So I painted it.I bought it for the leaves. I knew that it would die. I love them and I water them but then I always get distracted. Before I forgot to water it, its leaves grew big and

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Six paintings I painted yesterday. They're not finished of course, but then they never are. There will be twelve paintings in this series whenever I do finish. Twenty-four appealed but then I thought that was just being silly.Beginning a PaintingYellow. Cadmium Yellow Medium Hue. That's all I've used. And the white space of the canvases. Representational. Blobby shapes and outlines. Like ghostly

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