This picture has significance from this period in my life.
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I dreamed about this tree. And I imagined that I had been in Hell in other dreaming, that I didn’t remember. It’s called The Gray Tree, by Piet Mondrian, quite different from the pieces he’s famous for. It was in a book on Escher, for some reason. That book I’ve lost twice. That was also the book where I stared at the doomsday clock. Ah, memories. One day I’ll make sense of them all.
Reflection
8:16pm monday, 9th march
I couldn't make a painting like that.Paints are expensive..LOL
reflection
8:47pm monday, 9th march
I am really impressed with you Stand......You went through the greatest challege I like to call it.......I feel I'm coming to the end of my battle also............Thats some heavy shit.....The loss of the mind is the worst of all.
Reflection
8:53pm monday, 9th march
A heart you can fix, but the mind is another thing......I remember when I used to play guitar on my porch and heard a choir of angels trying to speak to me.....Doves, yeah doves too..Even the sounds the doves made were cool, but I always had my true self locked......I will agree with you Stand Schizophrenia is sometimes fun, but when you get older it looses its power.....Take care.
Strawberry
6:23pm tuesday, 10th march
As a rule, I don't like much abstract art but this tree is compelling. It seems similar to an earlier Jackson Pollack, he didn't always do drip paintings. You have to be a crafty artist to get all the different directions of brush strokes to work so well. What surrounds the black lines of the tree is the energy of the broken brush stokes.
You should see the brushes I paint with. Most of them are so tiny. I tend to blend wet paint into wet paint - the individual brush strokes disappear. In Mondrian's later geometric block paintings he made all brush strokes disappear.
When I was living in an institution some of us left the hospital on a field trip to a local art museum. There was a large geometric Mondrian there, all white with some black lines forming a grid and a blue square. I was semi-psychotic and reacted to this painting, the grid became three dimensional and I got the sensation that I was looking through the painting. It was magical, very exciting. Odd for me because I usually don't visually hallucinate. But out of all the paintings I saw that day, it was only the Mondrian that I had any sort of reaction to.
Stand
8:42am wednesday, 11th march
It took me a long time to "get" van Gogh. Back in my early days of college, I never could understand why Starry Night was any good at all. Years later, I looked at a painting (I think it was one of his self-portraits), and in a psychotic flash, it looked like the yellows and oranges — like the paint was on fire. After that, I "got it". And he's my favorite.
Reflection
Strawberry
Stand