I know, it’s been awhile, right?
Whenever I need to paint I start mixing music together (rather than paint). If only to lubricate the muse.
I have an art opening in less than two weeks and the mojo matrix first needs tweaking and seducing to welcome me with open arms. That might read like it’s a complex process, but really it’s fun. And sort of a ritual/tradition for me.
In art shows from my past, and even in the acknowledgments for my first book, I listed music playlists in the artist’s statement. It only seemed fair. Art begets art.
The title for this 51-minute Cosmix is lifted from Beck‘s song Motorcade, it seems fitting given the tenor of our times.
These toys are all lifeless
The armor’s worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one
We’re all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached