Showing posts with label Abstract. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abstract. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 22, 2023

A Surreal Portrait Study

 What lies beneath one's visage? Is it another layer of uncertainty or something far beyond explanation?

Every being has an inner serpent
Beyond the abyss is for you to figure

Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Candied Buddhas

 "Sweet Saints" Series



"Cotton Candy Buddha"


"Sherbert Buddha"



"Candy Corn Buddha"

Tuesday, November 7, 2023

Ramon's Sunflowers


Reproduction of Van Gogh's Sunflowers, in oil paint
For my brother, Robert Trif (he favors the finer things in Life)

I signed it "Ramon" on the vase, just as Vincent did.

Friday, January 8, 2021

The Theatrics of Art, Wrestling and Life

 
Art Mimics Life
 
Wrestling is another one of my most joyed past times. Yes, I know it's rehearsed, staged, and not genuine in its emotion. It's an act. A superbly executed one. Why wrestling fans roll their eyes at you when you mention the obvious, is the fact that it's no different than a scripted movie presented as authentic at the cinema. It's all fantasy and it's all known to be that. Suspension of disbelief is what comes with a well-told story, is all. What gets me to realize the simplicity of many a mind is that there are much more important things occurring in reality that are presented as real, that are nothing more than a deception. Politics is notorious for this. We all laugh and know better than "to trust a politician", but wisdom be damned, you still feign interest like a stringed puppet dancing to their tune. That's the punchline in this all. We're duped on a daily basis and we yell for honesty, demanding it at all costs. What a crock. We are a species of illusion and denial. Art, is no different. The Artist merely smears paint upon thread so deceivingly well that it invokes a reaction out of you. It may bring you to tears or put a wide smile on that face. But, in the end it's nothing more than an acrylic concoction guided by my mind's hand. It's purposeful. It plays upon the initial Trust that each human in some form must give in order to move forward.


The Art of Role-Playing at its Finest
 
Vincent Kennedy McMahon, Chairman & C.E.O. of the once WWF, now WWE is the kingpin of wrestling or "sports entertainment" as he coins it. Many fans gawk at that term, but that's exactly what it ultimately is, it's a show. Yes, supreme athleticism and real-life danger is involved on the level of a stuntman, but it's still a produced and scripted show. I feel that it's a much grander achievement, to merge the physical capabilities of an actor combined with the focused emotion of a story line, than it is to simply "shoot wrestle". That's kind of boring after a while, if no drama is involved. At a deep level, isn't that how life itself becomes more entertaining? Do you not need a villain and hero to play the roles of "good guy" and "bad guy" in order to enjoy the story? It's the same with WWE's "heels" and "baby faces". These are terms given to wrestlers within a certain scheme of the plot. What you're essentially watching is a mirror of life imitating itself. There are heels and baby faces all throughout the world, and you're one of them! To go even further, at times you swap roles. You go from heel to baby face and vice-versa. Constantly. Some people flop to serve their needs. Others act out their role for "deeper" reasons. Whatever the case, the fact remains that we're acting at some level. So, what are you really? That's for you and only you to figure out and to remember. Until then, just enjoy the show!