Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Dreaming Dandelion Drama: the formation of nothing


Eddies of echoes welling up inside the reverberation signal of secondary silence while the formula of dreaming passes the gulf of dormant cognition after the deluge washes the idea of nothing out past the waves of inherent possibilities while functionality is just a state of being and being leaves more to be desired than we were talking about the last time splash adventures reciprocated actual results and there is a method to this madness if you stand there in the rain long enough but even then it is always going to stop raining sometime and the totally optimist in this movie keeps saying that they can hold out and not get it whatever that it is before it stops raining and we all cheer the effort to avoid getting whatever it was that they didn’t get while standing out there in the rain one more time like getting wet is all that important and then the rain comes and washes it all clean again and these marks that mark where the idea of nothing went before nothing was revealed keep shining in the trademark sunlight last gleaming light beneath a sky of stellar memory illuminated in sequences of imposition of myth that has nothing to do with star so bright make my wish come true in the land of concrete situations as it all drones into a backwash of echo again and again and there are holes in my shoes and rocks in my socks with repetitive symbolism of empty pockets except for the greater gulf of openness where the holes reside and it all forms into what can’t be sought or spoken of but just experienced and even as it forms it disappears into the nothingness of self-fulfilling prophecy and it begins all over again and again as the rain comes and after it is all said and done not all that is gold glitters in the abstract notion that liberation of self from ego-oriented desires and expectations can be integrated into a thin bit of rice paper where the waves break across the universe of pilgrim technology and the gossip doesn’t mention how many were left standing out in the rain or which way the sandman went while I hit the paper too hard with the brush and rupture the skin of silence with an explosion of fractured memory left dreaming dandelion drama beyond nothingness

Oliver Loveday © April 23, 2013

 “Formation of Nothing”
Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper
13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm
April 15, 2013















For more information about this work visit the Sumi Ink page on the Loveday Studio web site.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Post-Industrial Cave Art


Layers of color and start out with white into white the color saturation making this start of a new work out on the bank beyond the retaining wall wind blowing light breeze paint fumes going east towards the other apartment but no one home so keep working to get the first layer down on the paper and as it dries out Maggie goes out I’m inside waiting for a minute for it to dry and then take the other stuff out to paint and I ask her if she wants to paint some and she nods so I get the crate and sit it next to the cardboard box folded up from the sidewalk alongside Henry Street sidewalk gleanings of needing a piece of cardboard to work on so I can use push pins to hold things in place if I want to work vertical but today the wind is blowing but first we put the mesh from a potato sack over the paper and she paints and move it and use the mesh from a Mandarin oranges sack a little pensive until move the mesh to see what is left painting in the blind here and the mesh works very fine very fine and the spaghetti noodles go on next and Maggie paints different uses different speed time place approach not the same as how I work and I watch and go get camera to photograph as she does a hand impression on her latex glove outline cave painting post-industrial cave art longest running style school of thought way of doing art in the history of mankind as Maggie taps into that energy of signals to infinity of “I am here” identity unit of reality presence function of persona and more as the photographs flow and the video captures the last few minutes of work and it is finished and done now on the wall arrival of cave art in this cave of later day saints riding out infinity with paper thin walls of cave art using cheap spray paint to make the marks without wooly mammoths or buffalo just potato sack mesh onion sack or is it oranges as the spaghetti noodles create worm holes in space quantum jump jump across the Universe into white as whiteness silver shimmer Jackson Pollock lightness of being within you without you nothingness evading time space continuum as this cave radiates I AM I AM I am here and more and more

Oliver Loveday © April 9, 2013 12:05am EDT




























Video of Post-Industrial Cave Art

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Energy Clouds: Work in progress


Energy Clouds | First Minute

Those storms would roll through in the summer and rock the house and jar the windows. The best ones were to the north at night where I could lie in bed and look out my window. Dad always said that it was “going up the river” when they did that. This meant that they were going up the Holston River which combined with the French Broad River near Knoxville to become the Tennessee River. As a child I didn’t know what he meant. As an old man I still don’t know what it means for a storm to go up the river. It just went that way. I would lie at night and watch the storms. It was my favorite part of summer. Those storms would fill the sky with brilliant lightning flashes and the thunder would shatter the stillness of the night. I knew dad had been struck by lightning when he was a young boy. Later we talked and he would have been around fourteen years old when it happened. He always made it sound like he was ten or eleven. I didn’t fear the lightning even though I knew it could kill a person. It didn’t kill him so it didn’t always kill someone. At fourteen I started having dreams where I would fly up into the clouds and there were old men in the clouds that would talk to me and tell me things. It was always kind of funny at first. Other times I would have dreams and just fly around in the clouds and watch the energy buzzing about. I didn’t think a lot about the dreams. They were just dreams to me as a teenage boy.

I went off to college and started out studying physics but it was too boring and I knew I would never stay interested in my studies or work later, so I changed to art. Something in me knew already that I could do the same thing with color as a numeric value that I could do with mathematics so I kept exploring the ideas I had about the Universe and what made the world work the way it did and how to show these ideas through art. I wasn’t doing science fiction art or fantasy art and I wasn’t interested in doing “space art” for NASA. I just wanted to create visual images of energy. After I graduated from college in 1976, I had a very unusual experience that sent my life off in a whole new direction. I came to understand that I had a vision. This was after doing a fast from solid food for two weeks. I didn’t know that one could have visions. I didn’t know what a vision was. I thought I would go insane if I didn’t make sense out of this experience. I read a book about Rolling Thunder, a Cherokee medicine man who lived in Nevada. I thought he might be able to help me understand this experience. I started making plans to travel out to see him in late summer of 1977. Before I made the trip I was struck by lightning that summer. Actually it struck a metal fence about twenty feet away that I was starting to cross and I got the juice.

During the summer of 1976 I had started a painting. It didn’t seem to coalesce in my mind what I was trying to do with this painting. Over the years I would pull it out and work on it some more. Finally in 2006 I realized it was what the thunder clouds looked like from the inside during the dreams I’ve been having since I was fourteen years old. I completed the painting after a few more sessions. I never did talk to Rolling Thunder about that vision. It worked out the way it was supposed to. I’ve had other opportunities to talk to him over the years before he crossed over in 1997 but the vision wasn’t something he needed to help me with.

In March of 2008 I went to live with my father for 15 months until his health declined to the point where he needed to go to a nursing home. He had fallen a few times during the last month of so and I had reinjured my back when I picked him up. The back injury caused me to have muscle spasms during my sleep which threw my neck out. I got a pinched nerve that became inflamed. I spent June, July, and August with ice on my neck, wrote a novel, and went off on a tangent from my usual body of work with fractals. I called it the Cityscapes series. It was like looking down on a city from an airplane and seeing all the interconnected energies. I was evicted by order of court to relocate at the end of August, 2009. I had planned to have prints made of the fractals and sell them at some point. While working on “Energy Clouds” I thought about one of the fractals from the City series and looked at it. I started looking at all the fractals from that series and realized that most of them would work in the video as still images. Then I generated a video based on “City #7”. Using this video modified my original storyboard, as I wasn’t planning to use any fractal video in “Energy Clouds”. I’m including a short clip of the work in progress that includes this fractal video. I’m also including several images from the City Series.

Looking back on all the experiences, ideas, working to understand what is going on with my life, I see that the Cityscape series was important at the time as a creative outlet. I didn’t have any way to create art. I had no place to work. I had no materials. I had a computer and a program that would create fractal art. Even during great pain I would create art in whatever manner I had available. “Energy Clouds” isn’t about the pain or dislocation I’ve experienced through dreams or when I was struck by lightning. “Energy Clouds” is becoming a work that includes that as part of the human experience, but more importantly it is about the need to persevere even during great pain or confusion. There are good energies coming through at the same time and as long as I can tune into those energies and work on that, the creative process continues. There are good things that come forward that are of benefit to all human beings. The series of art works that have been created as part of this video are filled with the energy and vibrancy that I’ve experienced during the dreams. This isn’t abstract art from my reality. This is landscape paintings from inside thunder clouds. This is realism as best as I can depicted it with all the technical skills available to me through art, computer-generated fractals, voice, and a desire to understand more about the Universe. These are my quantum physics formulas in color. Oscillations happen.

© Oliver Loveday







Sunday, January 20, 2013

Nothing in the Snow

The rush of air into the nostrils of winter clear in the mind of no attachments with the snow as it melts in the morning sun and this silence of muffled acoustics as the warmth spills into frozen gulf between now and mid-afternoon heat waves of doing what can be done now and that is the rub as time bleeds past the idea of making something happen sparks shooting across the Universe sparks shooting across the mental landscape sparks shooting from the brush in the snow before the rising sun right now and moving with no time to waste as time bleeds past the idea of snow melting before the rising sun and clean clear crisp this air as I move and make ink from the ink cake and stack the five gallon plastic buckets two abreast two high there and put the cardboard box on top of them and the air is still so I can move fast with no breeze to mess up this effort and the rice paper is right there but it is so light that the touch of the brush moves it and I’m holding the digital video recorder but I can’t see the monitor in the sunlight with degenerative vision of nearly six decades of hard viewing this world so I guess and point the camera with one hand while painting and splash and enough and take it over to the retaining wall and the bank beyond and try to paint on snow but it won’t take the ink so I splash and crisp clear clean air of nothing in snow that is gone the next day and the next day and the next clear crisp clean moment of knowing that it is all nothing this beauty and in beauty it is finished. A-ho!

White Earth Dreaming

Silence sinks in deeper than this knowing
Astral tendons secure the edges of nothing
All of reality ends at the passage of Empty Gate
There is no illusion after freedom from expectations
Eternity is meaningless in the No-Mind zone
We are all One now
We are now

Oliver Loveday © January 19, 2013 1pm EST



“Bliss Dance” (with 6 detail photographs)
Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper
13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm
January 20, 2013











“Nothing Unmarked” (with 6 detail photographs)
Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper
13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm
January 20, 2013










“Ventures in Nothing” (with 6 detail photographs)
Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper
13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm
January 20, 2013












© Oliver Loveday All rights reserved.

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Monday, August 27, 2012

Energy Streams

It all started out with this simple idea back there in the winter of doing a video with the camcorder set on the low light mode which would make the car lights glow across the screen like energy trails and mix that up with video of art work and up there on the elevated sidewalk moving towards the intersection of Main Street and Cumberland Avenue when here comes the train blasting a solo way past Charlie Parker directly into the soul of the hobo and me waiting with the camera and mix it up I say mix it up and the video got all shaky there in the cold frost of evening and I looked at it on the little view monitor and figured I would have to edit that stuff out but when the mix started it was right on target and the best stuff for the “Energy Cantata” video along with these shots of the art work like floating over a strange world and looking down on it like Neil Armstrong I say looking down at this strange world like Neil Armstrong flying out there in the place where we all go when it is over but no even better than that mix it up and mix it up with the scenes of the headlights glowing across the street and the ambulance sitting there in the parking lot for no reason and flash flash across the landscape like when the Lakota had calmed down for a minute after being herded up like wild animals into the compound and someone came up with this bright idea to give some of the warriors who had been on the battle field at Little Big Horn to draw the details of their movements and maybe the military could figure out the strategy and here comes these images of men leaning sideways with the view of the battlefield from overhead like a bird’s eye view of the scene with the men lying down sideways and it seemed so child-like to these wise men of the military who couldn’t see the vision of the holographic image from overhead while the battle was going on and they couldn’t understand the concept of vision like Neil Armstrong flying over some strange landscape out there out there mix it up and so here it is these works of art going around and for an instant it felt like the skin of a drum bouncing around like the surface of this land with strange energy lines out there and the sound of energy over and over energy mix it up and someone said something about this was a good start to three videos about all of this and I was completely happy to move on and forget this celebration of energy and the vision like those drawings which make sense to anyone with vision but to someone who is into the totally material concrete reality of yellow metal gold Black Hills mix it up mix it up and dream across the land like Charlie Parker birdland mix it up like birdland and the Indians see the world from vision and freedom and here in the middle of this drawing is a mark which means the sound of the cannons blasting shells that rip the skin and flesh and bodies of the warriors who sing for freedom and the right to live in peace but there is no peace there is no peace on war for the right to take this material world by force and forget about peace and freedom while the vision keeps on happening and so there is no way to stop the screams these marks over here over here mix it up and then on May 23, 2012 it could go on like this any longer and it was time to make that spring pilgrimage up the mountain up the mountain mix it up and go up that stream to the cave like birdland in a dream and walking up through there off the trail and up the stream past the iron furnace of the Cumberland Gap National Historical Park where the fort at the top of the mountain changed hands between the North and South three times without any shots being fired but before that it was a trail between here and there and here is this cave so we walked up the stream, Maggie and I and I shot video with a camcorder and a digital video recorder while she took photographs and then the idea was born to do the next installment of the three videos on energy as the “Energy Streams” and I put together five works of art and video taped them and video taped them over and over until I got the time motion slow down slow down you’re moving too fast but some of it looked good going really fast like the video looked like the lines would come up into space and there in the middle of it was another fractal and another and mix it up mix it up with nature this natural scene of water flowing down the mountain and this Neil Armstrong science fiction mad Indian energy stream of art work over there over there and fractal video like mathematics could map the flow of energy across the landscape but digital or not the stream keeps running down the mountain and the waves of energy flow stream roll tumble across the flat skin surreal world of planet splash jump jump mix it up mix it up art work and then the sounds of music with the base track of the stream which isn’t nice and soothing like the video of Turkey Creek in the video “Listen to these Waters” which makes you want to sink into this place of deep calm but no this is the sound of water in a hurry full of energy and over that are other sounds mixed in all together mix it up mix it up and it isn’t that bad like a fingernail on the chalk board but still yet you don’t think about sinking into it and it all goes together with the harmonica sounds and various poems being read and a little sample of some electronica or is that pow-wow music and here is some ancient traditional Peruvian music or a lift rip-off of some ultra-modern classical music played backwards with heavy echo mix it up mix it up and suddenly it’s been fifteen minutes and somewhere in the web of functional reality there are great big spaces where energy can flow through but all that material madness of yellow metal gold greed and suffering that traps us all here in the time-space continuum web like that but those with vision those with vision those who get really small and slide through the gaps in the time-space web of reality don’t mind if the energy streams move out there past time and this isn’t a Lakota trying to explain the method of engagement on the battlefield in three dimensional holographic pencil marks but just a brief footnote of how the energy flows through the time-space continuum between many worlds like Charlie Parker blowing Star Dust dreaming mix it up mix it up energy streams splash splash

Artwork in the “Energy Streams” video can be viewed on the "Watercolor" page of the Loveday Studio web site.

Ladder Between Worlds (May 28, 2012)
Passage to Forever (May 28, 2012)
Disposable Memory (May 30, 2012)
Rhythmic Substance (May 30, 2012)
Vintage Silence (May 31, 2012)

Media for all works:
Ink, watercolor, pastel, oil pastel, pencil, colored lead
30 x 22 inches |76.2 x 55.8 cm
Strathmore 140 lb cold press watercolor paper

Oliver Loveday © August 27, 2012 3am EDT


Passage to Forever (detail)


Rhythmic Substance (detail)



"Energy Streams" Video on You Tube

The Creation of "Rhythmic Substance" can be viewed on Daily Motion. Click the title.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Situational Zen Blues

Fragments gel in the cool blue amber dream of mixing this and that to become the other and some other brother as it all melts inside the electro-syntax pulse of knowing as we become real in the function of experience absorbing the stimuli of awareness so that two fragments become a whole in the outcome of this and that point in art history back there when artists stopped being held hostage to concrete reality and started making art that was just as real as the other art they were making had been making all along and continue to make but that art looked like a mirror of the world around us but it was the flawed mirror of time constraint like I can’t go out and paint a landscape at three in the afternoon and get the clouds to stay in one place all the time I am painting so in the end the painting that I complete at the end of the day is not the landscape that I was looking at the whole time because nothing is permanent and reality keeps shifting in form and function but the camera comes along with its silver emulsion of light sensitive composition of chemistry and reality is frozen in a flash of light just like that denuded of its sounds or scents but those who need continual reassurance that there is no boogie man under the bed or in the closet can look at a photograph of a landscape and the clouds are frozen in place forever in that unnatural manner that people need in order to feel like they are on firm footing with reality as the world continues to shift and crumble like sand castles on the beach as the tide rushes in to make new all that is in that continual transformation and our memory remains of a day on the beach making a sand castle that will not last but for a few hours and that is who we are in the end and all that remains is the sand washed clean of our infringement upon the natural world and the memory of a good time and we walk down the sidewalk hearing the sounds of the sidewalk reality all merging into our mind and becoming the experience of the moment and that is the sidewalk music we dance to as the artist steps forward with brush in hand and puts the brush into a vial of ink and the ink climbs up the fibers of the brush and resides there in the manner of ink surface tension music water atom dreaming until the flick of the wrist dislodges the ink splattering it across the gulf of emptiness between here and the edge of infinity and just as it is all about to become nothing and forever is just a whisper of smoke in the illusion of memory suddenly the ink explodes in a violent force of impact onto the paper and leaves a mark just as accurate if not more so than the splash of light exploding into the greedy molecules of film to make a photograph and reality is just as real now as it was the last time or the first time or the next time and the sax man knows as he blows his songs against the skin of the Universe and pauses a minute to hear the reverberation of echoes against the walls of ear canal sound chambers like the immutable sound track of knowing emptiness as the fan blows against the waves of energy and I have placed the video digital recorder on the desk in front of the computer where the audio track from “Blues in the key of G” are vibrating the surface of the desk and I let the backdrop tease and taunt me through another practice session on the harmonica and the two elements of sound mix in the mind and become something new and different from what I was doing and it really is what you want it to be and at some point you want it to be the wash of high tide rolling in across a nude beach devoid of all infringement of tourist with impending doom of self-destructive illusions and the waves wash the fabric of light clean from the nothingness again and again and again

Oliver Loveday © July 15, 2012 3:25pm EDT