From the last posting:
The last time, I left behind some paintings in some small town I was staying at. A whole portfolio. A whole cache of art. Originally, I was only to go on a two week trip. I decided not to return. Losing all those paintings was gut wrenching. That is why I am never going to paint ever again.
Rick Harrison of Pawn Stars indirectly taught me,
"The artist never signed off on these as gallery quality."
Those paintings I left were largely unsigned, a lot of times the canvas or paper was folded, creased, heck, even Scotch taped together to form a sort of paper tapestry. Inferior.
"The letters that he wrote before he was President are not worth as much as the letters he wrote after he became President."
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Note:
I was recently offered a chance to return to that small town to "hunt down my paintings", the paintings shown here on this posting.
My reply was more or less along the lines of, "I would rather kill myself outright than to consider going to that town ever again.
I don't want to go there again just to look for some garbage where all I would have is somewhat of a chance that I could locate them again.
It is a traveller's axiom to not travel to any place because you always wind up staying in a place longer than you expected. The magic, the energies of a place have an uncanny power to suck people in. I sure never expected to stay in Dawson Creek for five years which is what happened last time. Now that I am out of there, I got to make sure to never go back there ever again!
It is just some things, in the movie Barry Lyndon, Captain Grogan said, "Your mother wouldn't care a pin about those things. That you are alive and well is the important thing."
I don't really care a pin about those paintings compared with the fact that I am alive and well in a city that I really like to live in. The important thing is that I am alive, for the time being, in Victoria. It would not be worth it to give that up and go back to some jerkwater town.
It is one thing to visit a town like Dawson Creek after having lived in a town the size of Vancouver, but I got a chance to visit Bangkok and visit the futuristic shopping malls like EGV Major and Future Park, so after that, a town like Dawson Creek would look even more jerkwater.
In the movie 'Seven Years in Tibet', Brad Pitt said, "Better a dead father than a lousy father."
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I am a good artist, but let's face it, I am not as good as this:
http://fineartblogger.com/amazing-photorealistic-paintings/
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To be honest, as an objective art self critic, I would have to say that I am strong on line and linear command, some skills at shading but I could spend more time on texture. But as far as painting colour photorealism with any medium be it acrylic, oils or anything else. Not in this lifetime. Not hyper photorealistic. But some artists can do that. Most matte painters in Hollywood are really good, better than me. Never do you walk away from a sci-fi movie these days thinking you looked at a painting but all those backgrounds in the scifi movies were painted by artists who are skilled in photorealism in colour. I will never consider myself a fully accomplished artist, only one with some talent if I can not paint a colour photorealistic painting. I never done it yet.
Compared to these artists I am just a paint by numbers hack artist. Sure, I show some talent at linear composition, but that's it.
List of amazing photorealistic artists:
Luigi Benedicenti.
Dru Blair.
Greg Thielker.
Chuck Close.
Cheryl Kelley.
Yigal Ozeri.
Ralph Goings.
Predro Campos.
Denis Peterson.
I wish I had skills like this, which I clearly don't.
All these paintings I left behind in Dawson Creek. I will probably never see them again. Originally, I was going on a two week vacation so I left these paintings up there. I decided not to return. That is why I am never going to paint pictures ever again. Why paint only to at some point wind up losing the paintings again? And I got no money for these paintings. After so long of a career, it turns out my art career was only ever useless and a waste of time.
This is only a temporary posting. I will delete this post again soon. Just to let you know what is at stake. What I am talking about when I said I lost a cache of paintings that I will never see ever again. That was gut wrenching. Better not to paint at all than to paint and lose a bunch of paintings and get no money for it.
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THE DEAN NOBLE ART GALLERY
Title: Mennonite Man. Ballpoint pen on legal sized paper. 1994.
All the pictures in this gallery were painted in Vancouver, B.C..
Title: Pra Arthit Road. Acrylic on paper. 2003.
Title: Bangkok traffic jam. Acrylic on paper. 2003.
Title: Wat Pra Keo Yaksha. Acrylic on paper. 2004.
Title: Chiang Mai Hilltribers. Acrylic on canvas. 2003.
Title: The Mayan Shaman High Priest Makes Smoky Offering To Erythroxylin Goddess.
Acrylic on paper. 4 legal size pieces of paper taped together. 2004.
Title: NASA observers. Ballpoint pen on paper. 1994.
Title: Rinzai Zen Priest. Acrylic on canvas. 2003.
Title: Golden Buddha of Wat Traimit. Acrylic on paper. 2004.
Title: Claire. Pencil crayon on paper. 2004.
Title: The Dalai Lama. Pencil crayon on paper. 2004.
Title: Tuktuks on Rajadamnoen Avenue. Acrylic on paper. 2005.
Title: Hockey Night Fights. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Vancouver.
Title: Goal! Acrylic on paper. 2005. Vancouver.
Title: African Picture. Mixed media, acrylic, pencil crayon, ballpoint pen, on paper. 1994.
Title: Sukhothai. Acrylic on paper. 2004. Vancouver.
Title: Cosmic Guinea Pig. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Vancouver.
Like I said, I can probably haul out a few more paintings from my collection, notably, Dawson Creek pictures.
That's the end of today's exhibit.
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May Your Thoughts Be Noble,
Dean Noble
Photographs: A walk through the nostalgic environs of Dawson Creek.
Title: My Mandalah. Pencil crayon on paper. 1994. Vancouver.
Title: Dawson Creek Art Gallery. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Dawson Creek.
Title: Wheel At Wright's Pioneer Village. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Dawson Creek.
Title: Guardian Deity of Wat Pra Keo. Acrylic on paper. 2004. Vancouver.
Title: Another Guardian Deity of Wat Pra Keo. Acrylic on paper. 2004. Vancouver.
Title: Ocelot. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Dawson Creek.
Title: Hermit Crab. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Dawson Creek.
Title: Horse. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Dawson Creek.
Title: Untitled. Acrylic on paper. 2004. Vancouver.
Title: Tree. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Vancouver.
Title: Two Portentous Women. Acylic on paper. 2005. Vancouver.
Ellen Corea, of the Dawson Creek Art Gallery remarked that she particularly likes this painting.
Title: Under The Sea. Acrylic on paper. 2005. Vancouver
This is one of the "freebies" on The Dean Noble Art Gallery. This means that I did not cover it up with anything so that you can feel free to copy this painting to your printer.
Title: Family Reunion And Wedding. Ballpoint pen on paper. 1994. Vancouver.
Title: Wind in the Willows. Ballpoint pen on paper. Sketch. 2001. Vancouver.
Title: Tropical Farewell. B&W photocopy of colour composition. Mixed media on paper. 1995. Vancouver
Title: Untitled. Pencil crayon on paper. 2004. Vancouver.
Title: Wat Pra Keo. Acrylic on paper. 2003. Bangkok.
Title: India Market. Ballpoint pen on paper. 1994. Vancouver
Title: Clarice. Pencil crayon on paper. 2004. Vancouver
Title: Red. Pencil crayon on paper. 2004. Vancouver
Title: Agricultural conference. Ballpoint pen on paper. 1994. Vancouver.
Title: HuaMak apartments. Ballpoint pen on paper. 2001. Bangkok, Thailand.
Title: Sarah. Pencil crayon on paper. 2004. Vancouver.
GOLD AND GLOWING
I probably wrote about this on a previous post of The Dean Noble Show, but I could not find it. I will probably explain the story even better this time, as sometimes stories get better and better in the retelling. The thing is, to keep a dream journal, and not only that to illustrate in colour, one's dreams. One can learn alot about the 5th Dimension this way as patterns will invariably emerge.
In about June of 2004, I had a dream.
I was in one of the usual settings, that being a place that resembled the hallways of my highschool complete with lockers. There were other people there. Then I was told that certain important people were waiting to meet me.
I went into this room and there were people sitting around a table. But two of the people in that table were different. They were glowing golden while the people around were just that plain, ordinary, non-descript opaque dark purple colour as always.
I thought that they could be my grandparents from the 17th Century. They did remind me of my friends, probably both dead now, Tam and Zeke Hoskin.
They were glowing from the inside which instantly reminded me of how E.T. in the movie glowed from the inside. It was a man and a woman. The man had a beard and the woman had shoulder length hair. I could even see the little hairs of their head of hair each distinct thin strand just glowing gold.
They moved to sit on a bench on the other side of the room as the others left. The man telepathed to me. It was via a telepathic thought tube, but this one was in colour. I did see a telepathic thought tube in 1991 in real waking life, when I was on some powerful psylocybin cubensis magic mushrooms, but that thought tubee was transparent, like the thought tube in the James Cameron movie 'The Abyss'. I only did cubensis that one time.
They radiated intense love for me. A love that if I even think about it, others can pick up on that, as with others who have seen angels.
The man telpathed, saying,
"Everything is going according to schedule. You are on the right track."
As the telepathy flowed out, it was as if a cassette tape strip was passing through an electrified magnet connected to an amplifier. I not only heard the words, I understood the meaning, even down to its subtle emotional feelings that necessarily carried the meaning. The big flowing colours are the big thoughts, the conscious thoughts. Likewise, the little striations of colour flowing from the telepathic thought tube were the niggling hesitations, the ulterior motives, the small thoughts. All flowing together.
They then inferred that I could ask one question. Any question. Stupid me, I asked, "Will I ever have a girlfriend again?" And the woman angel breathed, smiling,
"Yes!"
I then asked about a guinea pig in the past that died, and I wished that I had been taken better care of it. And they telepathed, but without the tube, "No no! Don't worry about that!"
And then they disappeared, going backwards like how the ghosts in the Nintendo GBA video game The Third Age, Pelennor Fields went backwards when they were killed.
Interpretation: Shortly after I wrote the article of the 5th Dimension, did these angels appear in my dream.
"When something important enough happens in this World, it sends a ripple effect to the afterworld." -Jennifer Love Hewitt, 'Ghost Whisperer'
"We seen an angel. You know what that means? We are set for life!!" -'Angel', starring John Travolta
Come to think of it, the alternate questions I was going to ask the angels were either "When am I going to die?" or "Take me with you!", and those questions, upon further analysis are ultimately negative questions.
A girlfriend is about ...love. Thus asking a question about this was the best possibility out of these three.
