Weather report, though mostly about John Blanche.

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 Today has been a slow start. Stayed up until about four or five in the morning and then took a nap till eight cleaned and got Luna’s cage ready for the day then went back to sleep till eleven woke up and let the baby bird ours oh of her cage for an hour and a half and now drinking coffee trying to get woke up enough to get some writing done.


I know I been posting on the blog too much but I am still feeling like it is a good practice to journal through out the day and then potentially compile these journals into a couple of blogposts throughout the day.


On some other notes of potential blog worthy musing, I have been rereading the John Blanche’s biography the rise of grim dark. And while it’s great at what it is I really wish there was a taschen quality coffee table art collection readily available of his work. Though his position as purely comercial illustrator for a corporate company likely will not allow  that to happen in my lifetime.


My take away from john blanche’s biography is he was too humble and gracious to not be taken for granted by the world. The man talks with the same passion about the toy soldiers he modified together and painted in his Durer meets Bosch perspective as he does his voodoo forest collection of indirect world building.


His punk influenced DIY get on with it, perspective. Combined with a love northern renaissance art and medieval wood block prints. Is the yin and yin dichotomy of his exspression. 


He has talked at length how precious spontienty is and yet will labor on some paintings for over a quarter of a year.


The western perspective… the collective memory of burning witches and spiritual corruption in positions of high authority… of torturing to death woman and in the same breath telling people the can buy their way into heaven.  All of this is central to john Blanche’s perspective on collective multigenerational trauma combined with a longing affinity towards the apocalypse.


That is strange position of what being human is. The abyss has a draw… it has a beauty and it is also fathomless and without limits. You never reach the security of rock bottom only a kind of clarity that you no longer want to go further than you are. To be content with locking your doors and looking outside your window. Remembering the hour is later then you think. 


Peace and love


Be safe out there friends.

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