Once in a while I find myself going through some old folders in my computer looking for images of art work to send to collectors, press folks, curators, friends, countrymen and women, you know, all the peoples. When i find myself doing that I usually discover some old photos I had long since forgotten, or find myself immersed in an experience I had not thought of in some time as the lens opens up a whole world of time and place. Here are some images I happened upon while searching for pictures for an upcoming Bloody Gums Portrait show.
I am working on my site a bit currently. I have been digging through some old images from my portfolio archives in search for a series of shots from a show I did in 2014 titled Pilgrimage. I have really also needed them to set up a series for some applications for residencies and funding I am in the process of working to attain good favor into. Along my quest for this powerful goal, I ran into some high res images of some work that I thought I had unfortunately lost all of in a drive crash ages ago. Much to my happiness and surprise, after trying to reformat some god awful images that were extremely low res (from before websites like Squarespace resized your images in the programming and you had to save depending on screen size and at a viewable 72 dpi), I stumbled upon two images I had long forgotten that I myself had shot (not thinking I was a good enough shot at the time) and was able to color correct them and relive some of the energy and power that came with that time in my life.
They are both from the Findings series from 2014. Relics of the World of Unstoppable Tomorrow, from that distant future past where the humans reconcile their survival after the reset of civilization due to our inability to control creations of war that we ourselves created under the guise of control. Classic storyline, but pertinent in my mind to my personal view of how our obsession as a race with speeding up our technological advances without thinking of the outcomes, or realizing we repeat the same mistakes of control over and over. Needless to say, these pieces are some of my favorites. One of them was shown at Fecal Face Dot Gallery for a show that Rachel Ralph curated right before an epic road trip I went on as part of my Superchief Gallery NYC solo show "The Scourge". Good times.
As I write this we are hurtling faster and faster to the brink of nuclear war and I feel that this work, no coincidence, is more pertinent than ever in my life. Even more relevant that in the 1980s when I though Regan and Bush were going to take us to the Promise Land Eating Cheeseburgers and Dying As Our Skin Melted Off. Uplifting times. Here is to the New Year... My Big New Years Update is coming soon. Hold onto your hats already!
These works are both from the Findings series... Both around 26"x28 or 30". I love the cuts and shaping. They are Acrylic Lacquer, Spray Paint, and Graphite on Found Wood Assemblage Panels, 2014. Both sold immediately upon their releases.
Hello everyone. My pursuit of making art and realizing projects has always been at the forefront of my practice. The pursuit of exploring the world, the journey inward and outward, the constant immersion of experience, the communication of the evolution of seeing the world around me, has always been my first love and focus. After a lot of thought and slow intentional work towards this, I finally decided it is imperative to create a platform in this age, where the ease of connection exists at our fingertips, to acquire works from me with the push of button. I am happy to announce that my store through Big Cartel is officially stocked with paintings large and small, two prints, and two small drawings. Most of the works available include free shipping and handling inside the USA until New Years 2018. Work for serious collectors, art lovers of any budget, and gift givers. I will soon have a section for commission requests, upcoming zines and prints, and sections of drawings and smaller works available. I want as many people to be able to have pieces as possible from this mission I am on. There is a lot of resonance and energy and history in each individual piece, and we are really just getting started. Please let me know if there are any works from my past catalogue on my website that you may be interested in the event it is available and just hasn't made it to the store. There will be momentary specials as well so please check in often. It feels good to have this up and offering these works to connect with the right people, collections, and homes. Enjoy.
And hereeee we goooooo....
The air is chilly the leaves have fallen, new studio on lock and winter is callin'. I finally opened my online store this past month. Starting small, nothing major yet. There are a few pieces for sale, with free shipping and handling within the continental USA right now. I will be upgrading it next week in time for a last round of holiday gift availability. The store will be worked on steadily starting in the new year so look for more. Please visit johnfelixarnoldiii.bigcartel.com to check it out.
I had the pleasure and opportunity of going to Thailand in September. It was my first foray into South East Asia (for those that read my blog consistently you saw my previous posts). I finally have been editing the images I shot with my DSLR there and am excited to post a continuation here now. Can't wait to go back and produce some art there.
...working in a temporary studio and enjoying getting to further know this powerful, vast, bizarre and beautiful city. No more words just pictures.
A few more pictures of my recent trip to Thailand as I slowly edit the abundance of shots I took. This trip was seriously eye opening.
I am fortunate enough to have people in my life that will inspire me until I rise to the next station in existence and then we all join power as we float through these cosmos. To be less abstract and poetic about it, I often draw and document subjects that inject a sense of light, intense awakening and freedom of the spirit into the world and they absolutely remind me that the world is to be experienced and built from as we grow closer to that next level of being. This drawing I started may end up in a group show in Brooklyn, no matter where it goes it will always speak with a force and subtle power beyond words for me. Shaman's are among us as they awaken to their power.
I returned from Thailand to a bizarre situation with my place in Oakland. A landlord who is absolutely unable to be a stand up human being, and a timeline of work and movement that is demanding. I have been finding my self in a schizophrenia of choice, of not knowing which movement to make first, of not knowing how much or little to care, to put forth, to step forward or hold fast. It is a bizarre feeling, displacement, and one I have become almost numb to over time. Oakland and it's surrounding Bay Area has become a hot bed and example of mass displacement in America with camps lining up akin to LA's Skid Row as the numbers rise of situations where greed and unfair housing situations create contempt, and the opposite of compassion and pain. I am lucky that I have options and that I have been planning on exploring other possibilities for some time, but none the less the feeling of not knowing what a property owners next bizarre move or tactic in a shameful and uncommunicative chain of events will be is unsettling.
I am very grateful to have worked hard as I have been in recovery and rebuilding life fort he last 6 years to have a strong foundation of support. Internally it does come in waves though. I know many artists will outwardly not speak about their personally lives on their social media, but my life's occurrences and experiences do inform my art and my thoughts and feelings. So It's time to set up more work in this cold weird dying house and start adding some language to the world's conversation. At least that way it will be documented in the spiritual world as well as the legal.
Stay strong, be flexible, and never break to all those being displaced.
I am writing this while in a bungalo at my new friend Kemistry's house about an hour and a half outside of Bangkok in Thailand. I arrived in country two days ago after a bizarre and exhaustingly surreal layover in the outskirts of Beijing, China. I finally arrived to Bangkok and as we descended into the dark thick cloud cover and were engulfed in the dark pulsing green landscape of rice patties and grass I immediately took a deep breath as the power and intense of energy of this place became apparent to me. My first steps in Bangkok were full of more sensory input than I could have ever imagined. This place is a living breathing organism of chaos and total beauty in every way. Rather than go on and on about it I will show a picture a narrative of some of the aspects so far. I just edited a few images thus far so this in no way encapsulates even a fraction of the last couple days, but will definitely immerse you in the journey.
I am sitting at the airport currently. SFO is a second home of sorts for me. A place where I gather my thoughts, I realize areas of my life where I am walking around blind and areas where I am quite aware and awake. It is a place where the noise and frantic activity for me is fluid and calming. I love typing while sitting in this airport. I re-experience many moments of recent and long ago past while I collect myself at this airport. I am currently in the international terminal waiting on a flight to Beijing with China Air and then onward to Bangkok. I have wanted to experience Thailand since I was a kid. I have been looking at galleries, reaching out to people, and slowly working towards a moment where this would be a reality for the past two years. Life is so busy, as I have not done quite the homework I wanted to, but getting there with a solid base is the first step. Who knows what will come together from there. A little over a year ago I was in the Virgin America terminal headed to LAX and then to Tokyo. And so the story goes. Me, my laptop, a moment to look back at the last month of travel and work, the lives I am a part of and that are a part of mine and that I will be apart from for the next two weeks geographically. And so the story continues to go.
A month and a half ago I boarded a plane to fly to LA to help paint a massive mural for the city with an up and coming art star named Kent Yoshimura (click here for NY Times Article About this Project). From there I attended a potluck pool party at Superchief and then to North Carolina for my Grandmother's 90th Birthday celebration which was something beyond description. A powerful occurrence. The to help my mother with Surgery and line up some future art engagements and a show in Durham for 2018. Then boom, to NYC for two weeks where I painted a piece I am really proud of with Superchief NY and was able to spend some deep quality time with some very very special people in my life and get a sense of where I am going right now and where I need to apply energy and focus. Then it was back to the SFO to spend a few days preparing in the Bay for this trip to Thailand. It sounds exhausting, but honestly, it gives me energy and life. There are moments of exhaustion and collapse, only to feel the spirit of the Universe open up as if to say "Explore this world of ours".
I guess the take away from this is that life is meant to be lived. I am going to be meeting and working with some amazing art peeps in Thailand. I have not yet met them in person but was guided into their presence by a very very solid and respected and loved friend I made in the Bay Area Arts Community many years ago. The technicalities of all of this sort of activity are daunting sometimes, but only one aspect. They become just that, a technicality, a part of the process, once the feeling of direction and being fully awake to life leading the way becomes a beacon of the path I am on. I can only speak for myself. These moments of solitude amongst other travelers are precious to me. A moment to stop and see what is working and what needs correction, a moment to recognize that all the bits and pieces of the process are small in light of the channel of experience and energy we are in. Following, or rather being guided by that energy is everything to me. It has kept me sober for six years (officially as of September 1st, 2017). It has helped me become more awake little by little to my own behaviors that keep me disconnected from the light and to those that keep my flowing within the brilliance of the spirit. I look at all of these travelers right now, I think about the projects and new directions I will take and explore with my art and work life when I get back, and I know I am intensely fortunate to be in this channel right now. Most importantly I type and type as the thoughts and unseeable and unexplainable bubble up with a high frequency of internal power and settle into the realization that I am about to have a life changing experience.
If you were able to ream anything from this that makes me very happy. I often write at length in a way that is concerned with an unexplainable side of experience which is kind of a paradox, but nonetheless many get it as they live it, and those that experience life differently still find their parallels. I am about to go deep on a journey right now. The recent travels to get here have shown me new aspects and important evolving positions in life. The love I feel around me continues to overtake my sometimes pessimism and ego, and the work that will be done in building relationships, experience, exploring time and space, and making amazing creative moments together. Word, we definitely all do this together. I am can't wait to find a temple in Thailand and get in touch with those ancient moments of knowledge and energy that open my eyes inside of realms I have not yet known.
So once the Mural i did with Kent Yoshimura and crew was finished it was time for some LA fun. I was so wrecked physically after the mural that I had to give myself a 5 hour session at WiSpa. I got to spend some time with with homies Phil and Michelle, then it was onward to do some gallery hopping with my friend Jessica (also a Superchief Co-Conspirator), then to Superchief where we kicked it, talk about future ideas, had a pool party, as per their August Conceptual Art Show Brilliance, "A Swimming Pool in the Gallery", and then went to Malibu the next day before I headed to NC to see my Grandmother turn 90 (which was awesome btw). I got to hang with all the Superchief Peeps like Bill and Marcella and Taylor and Tubby and Serena and more. It was solid. Like a page out of a future Kerouacian autobiographical adventure chronicle of celebrations of ideas, weirdness, energy, and togetherness. The chief always makes it happen. Here are some photos to give a visual trip.
I have been traveling through the US a bit since the end of July. I was in Los Angeles helping paint a massive 6000 sq ft mural with an amazing young artist there name Kent Yoshimura. Only two and half years deep in his art life and his work is thriving and was commissioned by the city to paint this epic memorial to entertainment and music on the side of the Warner Grand in San Pedro. It was an honor being part of the crew on the project. Joined by Kent, Laura, Weinberger, Paul Juno, and the mystical, elusive, soft spoken shaman known as Rooster, we crushed it in 10 days and were all very happy to celebrate with KBBQ upon its completion.
It was pretty incredible. I look forward to working with all of these people again.
The light of the universe that is always streaming through everything is something that we sometimes have the good fortune of noticing. I am sitting here in SFO right now, as I have many times. I am sitting here in SFO right now, listening to an AA speaker tape, getting grounded, watching all the people talk, and get settled into their seats with their books and devices. I am sitting here in SFO enjoying the reality that I am surrounded by people from all walks of life and culture and backgrounds all co-habitating a space where there is no time, where no one is (despite buying power for seat class) better than one another, where babies cry, where kids laugh, where lovers kiss, where hungry people hope to find something healthy or satisfying to eat, where people in transit are forced to be in a moment of respite and await the next traveling appendage.
I have spent a lot of time in airports throughout my life. My father and mother are both professional dancers and I was hoisted up in the air often as a child. We flew to distant lands in the west and the east. I was given the gift of a certain brand of patience on Singapore Airlines when I was 7, as I was locked into a 14 hour flight as a rambunctious child. Throughout my life, all of these airport memories have created a beautiful narrative of safety, exploration, serenity, inspiration, and the excitement of new experience as well as experience of coming home to the many places where the word "home" has meaning. When I was coming to terms with my alcoholism and was in early recovery when relapse was a chronic, near death issue I experienced the fear of what would happen in airports. The reality of detoxing in airports, being kicked out for my inability to stop drinking, the pain and agony of craving and not being allowed to drink on flights, helped me truly drive home the reality that I am an alcoholic and begin to accept this fact. And since I was given the gift of sobriety, every time I have been in an airport has been filled with the gratitude of being able to be a part of the world, being on the broad highway of the universe, being able to be sober and full of awareness and be so ready to embark on the expansion of this life I get to live. Again here in SFO, I am getting ready to find myself with a group of artists in the LA area working on a massive 8 story mural. Then to "home" in North Carolina to celebrate the continuing life of my amazing Grandmother. I am ready to watch the sunset on the Atlantic ocean, connect with family, and smell the fresh North Carolina air. Then to NYC to connect with deep old friends and find new platforms for creation and collaboration. Then overseas to destinations to soon be disclosed.
I have learned that there is not one moment or place or experience that sets life for the rest of it. I have learned that it is about constant progress, constant reflection, maintenance, and innovation in life, about doing what is healthy and right sized, about making mistakes on the way and accepting and being grateful for them and the lessons we learn. Every time I am in this airport or any airport, I feel the web of inter-connectedness of all things and beings as we move in our paths in and out of and through and with each others narratives and streams of life. The convergence that happens in the airport to me, always reminds me that I am just a human amongst humans, that my problems and successes are no different than others. Here I can just be at peace knowing who I am amongst this beautiful melee of shifting trajectories. Here I can have a moment to find direction in my mind and assess what needs to happen in a very clear state upon arrival.
So I am sitting here in SFO, being reminded of all of these moments in my life that I have found this point. The last couple months of painting, and drawing, and networking, and client work, and meetings and learning have led to this launch. I haven't been posting very much about what is coming up. I have been focussing on some personal things, clearing out some cobwebs of the soul, finding where the direction I am best suited for and hope for will take me. I have been putting forth the work to connect without exhausting myself as I have done in the past. In short there are projects coming up in NC, NYC, and even some possible painting and excitement in Thailand after this summer has ended. There is some talk going on in Chicago and possibly St. Louis. But my eyes and my being are embracing new directions that are helping me expand my abilities and vision beyond galleries and the fine art world, but yet enriching my ability and purpose within those realms as well. I am in a rebirth of a certain kind, my practice has grown and as I sit here in SFO I cannot wait to give it to you all in the world and continue to be a part of the conversation we all are involved in together.
Summer is upon us. Reflecting back on years of making art, the many faces of how that has sustained my life or my life has sustained making art. The spiritual, intellectual, physical pursuit of making art. I have so much to say right now but no way of organizing the thoughts in a proper way to communicate, or maybe I simply don't know what all my thoughts are about right now and need to just visualize and let them all come together to communicate down the road. I will just leave some images for now from years leading up to this moment and hit you back again in the near future... I will be leaving the Bay Area for a bit again soon, I am nervous, but only in that I know some new challenges and new levels are going to be reached and moved through. That's all I got, not really, but all I can paint with words right now.