Woman

This is but a tiny detail from a major work I will be painting this year. The works has as it's subject the femmine, both literally in terms of the female body/anatomy, but also in terms of the generative field that the feminine represents..and incidentally I expect it to be finished in around 9-10 months time. It's impossible for a man to experience the subjective reality that is the femminine, but I would say that perhaps as an artists that gives birth to paintings I do know something about the act of creating. That is of course the type of analogy that would send shudders of rage through a pregnant woman heavy with child. My commitment is...

Kali Yuga..."The Age of Darkness"

Kali Yuga Kurt Andersen on the ApocalypseThe Road, Cormac McCar...

Did you know that.....

In the United States at the end of 2001, 10% of the population owned 71% of the wealth, and the top 1% controlled 38%. On the other hand, the bottom 40% owned less than 1% of the nation's wealth.As a community college teacher and an artist involved in the "art world"..I've seen all levels of this demographic.^ "Why it is hard to share the wealth"^ "Wealth Inequality Charts"And yet strangely no one in America seems to be concerned in the least bit that this may lead to social instability.All Empires and Grand Societies are destined for destruction inevitably, we can thank Shiva for that. When the end comes I'll be toasting marshmellows in the...

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Strange

It was a strange week..feels like something shifted in timbre with the universe, well mine anyways. I've been hibernating..one of those periods of silence between sound. We wouldn't hear music without the rest in between notes. Re-group, start again. Repetition..difference. Cabin fever results in posting meandering notes at 4:00am. I'm not sure if anyone reads this crap (I kind of hope not)..guess I should've caved and joined myspace..but to all friends..happy holidays. Jesus was a great man..but the Gnostics say that we are all sons of God..so I'm still not that impressed with the dude. His shit probably stank like anyone elses. All the rest..I...

Kinetosis

Jacques de BeaufortJacques de Beauf...

been "curating" over at wyncko..

I've been grouping by color pallette and such..click the image for a really cool(i think so anywyays) larger view.wynckoAnd just because I'm doing this whole "wyncko" thing doesn't mean I still don't love my other two pet projects (see 2006/2007 in jacquesdebeaufort.net)..what can I say..I'm a complicated guy. Dig? By the way..these are all "sketches" in photoshop the actual paintings will differ substantially and be quite painterl...

Los Angeles

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Professor Jacques

my bookish side.......Professor Jacq...

Driving on the Freeway as a Transcendental Metaphor

The above title may indeed appear at first a fatuous attempt at finding some sort of silver lining in what most Angelinos likely consider a brutally mindless and de-humanizing chore..and I actually do agree..but spending as much time as I have punching the clock on The Great Asphault Snake..eventually I have come to realize the poetics embedded within this common experience. Mostly it has to do with the ritual participation in what appears to be an infinite mass of anonymous humanity flowing endlessly from nowhere to nowhere at a great speed and ferocity that would lead most to the impression that there actually was anywhere that needed to be...

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Dead Meadow at the Troubadour, 12/9/06

I was thinking about writing a few words about the show but then I realized how pointless that would be. Words are clumsy. The medium is the message. So sorry,..I guess you had to be there. Anyways..here's a snapsh...

Dead Meadow

...Dead Meadow is my New Favorite Band.This is what I like about these cute rocker kids...I get older...they stay the same age.Plus they're from Washington DC, which is where I grew up if you didn't know. Our Mayor smoked crack..Dead Meadow is kind of like what my paintings would sound like if they could be songs...take that as you will. Dead Mea...

Mick Jagger recites "Adonais" by Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Adonais" (selected verses)Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep -He hath awakened from the dream of life -'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keepWith phantoms an unprofitable strife,And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knifeInvulnerable nothings. -We decayLike corpses in a charnel; fear and griefConvulse us and consume us day by day,And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.The One remains, the many change and pass;Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,Stains the white radiance of Eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments. - Die,If...

Sebastian Gogel

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Sebastian Gogel

I recently met this artist in Chinatown working on his installation with another artist at ChungKing Project. Amazing work, I'm not really ready to write any commentary as I'm still digesting these images. But I will say the stuff is good...very good. This guy is pretty amazing....I'm definately a fan. Sebastian Gogel look under "kunstl...

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Fiver

Fiver was that ultra-nervous bunny in "Watership Down", that had a sixth sense and the uncanny ability to predict catastrophe. I used to be very skeptical of ESP, but for about 2 months after 9-11, I developed the strange ability to know precisely what people were going to say or do about 2 -3 seconds before they actually did it. It wasn't a constant thing, but it was a marked ability that I became somewhat startled by. It's a fairly useless sixth-sense, however, as it was only a few seconds of leeway before I sensed something and then it actually occurred. Furthermore it only lasted a short while, and once the transcendental plane had achieved...

Apophatic Divinity

"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.""A way a lone a last a loved a long the."(the first and last sentence of "Finnegans Wak...

Arcimboldo

Arcimbo...

When will you die for the last time in my dreams?

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Cathexis

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Black Taj

....is my new favorite band Black ...

Celebrate the New Dark Age...

...was an album by the Chapel Hill indie rock band Polvo released in 1994. If you're familiar with the band, that's great. If not, I'm hardly surprised. The reason I'm dropping a mention here, however, is that I think there's a lesson we can learn from this 90's rock masterpiece...one spelled out explicitly in the album title. Sadly, I feel that it may in fact be true that we live in a Dark Age of sorts, for all the obvious reasons that hardly need any explication,...but this should not eclipse the sublime beauty and poetic grace that constantly emerge from this gloom. "Light shines in darkness, because what else could it shine in?" I've been...

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Absurd

I fully recognize the problematic nature of posting this, and any other image for that matter, on this here internet. But I have to say, this is my blog, and I'll do what I wan't. If you don't like it, don't read it. Nonetheless, It does feel kind of Myspace to be broadcasting the contents of one's own mirror. And maybe there is a part of me that lingers still in adolescence, a desultory and petulant teenager...trying to find my way in this world of diminished expectations. When you think about it, adults aren't really that much different from teenagers, and, as a point of fact I believe that they are less honest..mostly because they are better...

Surrender for Fashion

I made this painting in 1999 at CalArts..posting the below image of Jenny Agutter from "Walkabaout" refreshed my memo...

Part 40 of A.E. Housman's 'A Shropshire Lad'

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.This verse is recited at the end of Nicolas Roeg's stunning 1971 masterpiece "Walkabou...

"lifestyle arbitrator"

Sorry Bart, couldn't resisist...its was just calling me.I hope people realize this as being in the spirit of an homage..and an expression of sincere admiration. I wish people would do humorous send ups of my art.....

antonhenning.com

I love this painting by Anton Henning...it's a quotation of a famous work by Courbet called "Patron Greets Genius". Courbet was famously narcissistic....Anyways, Anton Henning is a fun painter. Looking at his work doesn't make you think much, but it makes you feel good. It makes me wan't to paint in bright, cheery sun-drenched hues. He's probably a really happy guy, and that comes across. But who knows...it all could be a performance...maybe he's an irritating asshole. Does it matter?...Not really. I wan't to do some paintings based on populating his luxurious modern interiors with wierd noirish sci-fi characters...now that would be cool. a...

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I am the Cardinal of Geneva

Turns out that I'm also the Cardinal of Geneva....but don't be too impressed, it's just some fictional character in an online fantasy game that internet nerds play. I'm going to take control of my character and will soon be doing things very unbecoming of a Cardinal...alot of drunken swearing and staring leerily at lusty wenches. Getting loaded before mass and proclamations of the greatness of Scientology....click on the link below and then read to the bottom for the new and improved Cardinal..hehe. His Eminence, Jacques de Beauf...

Tuesday

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sci-fi

Yeah, so what's with all the sci-fi ? When I was growing up my mother was (still is) a librarian, and as a method of daycare, I would spend long solitary hours wandering the stacks and poking my nose into the battered collection of each library she worked at. I think something about science-fiction is very male and pre/adolescent..and it's also usually the province of nerds and outcasts. So it's coded heavily with a language of signs and symbols that a very specific audience is fluent with. There is, of course, a repressed type of voyeuristic sexuality that often forms the strange backdrop to a procession of variously imagined Dystopian nightmares....

Why Write ?

I began writing this blog by accident...stumbling across Blogger one night in the empty hours between midnight and morning. As the month has passed, I've come to realize that this could actually be a good thing to continue. I remember reading recently in ArtForum's "Scene and Herd" a bit about how nobody ever talks about art in Los Angeles. I think the reason for this is both obvious and unfortunate. I believe that artists should write..we shouldn't be fearful of our beliefs and convictions...we shouldn't hedge our bets by hiding in mute safety. That being said, it is not my intention to judge, critique or complain. This is a project that allows...

Vintage Sci-Fi painting is better than 95% of the crap out there.

That's just my stupid opinion though...everyone has their own tastes and interests. And that's ultimately what this all has been boiled down to, a sprawling landscape of highly specialized knowledge with no visible dialectical landmarks sweeping us away into a thrilling and unfurling grand narrative. Nope. Not anymore. People that try to make vast summarizing arguments for the purpose of weaving their own projects into a place of eminent relevance are hopelessly misguided and should probably stop. Art should act as its own argument...theory is not a life raft for a bland and mediocre practice. Furthermore, it becomes increasingly apparent that...

Mario Correa

A class of mine from LA Valley college took a trip to Chinatown this past weekend to pop in on some old friends. Our first stop was Mario's studio, where we were greeted by this show-stopping image. Mario has been working on a really interesting series of portraits of figures from strange, esoteric subcultures..like drag racers, hang-gliders...and people who hold odd records in the Guiness Book of World Records. Each portrait is accompanied by an abstract background meant to recall early 20th century abstraction, and to create a linkage between the odd communities that abstraction grew out of while examining the nature of "community" in general....

Mario 2

Mario gave a great talk to my class, and was quite charming and articulate despite being obviously fatigued from the characteristicly Bohemian long evening before. I think some of the ladies in our group were quite taken with this handsome young artist, and I also know of others who have admired his charms from afar. What's more is that Mario seems completely humble and unaware of his effect on the fairer sex..and is quite down to earth..and yes, sorry girls..he is spoken f...

Bart Exposito

Bart ExpositoAfter Mario's studio, my class hopped over to Bart Exposito's..I liked this image because it reminded me of a shot of a Barnett Newman painting that also had a spectator observing from close range. Except here the spectator is mirrored by the figurative element rather than dwarfed by a sublime field of color. I was reading some writing in the Saatchi catalog about Bart's work enforcing ",the impersonal and anonymous as a comforting numbness." I disagree..I don't think there's anything impersonal or numb here..it has nothing to do with "lifestyle arbitration" but more to do with a thrilling objectness. The painting is experienced...

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