Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
CHECK THIS OUT- chicago tribune! Windyonion takes notice.
Jason Robert Bell, "Mystical Outlaw Rebel Baaddaasss Drawings": Bell's latest series of vigorously bold semi-autobiographical drawings are harsh and fascinating, incorporating everything from salt to wine stains. Through Oct. 15 at Thomas Robertello Gallery, 27 N. Morgan St., 812-345-1886; thomasrobertello.com chicago tribune
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Mystical Outlaw Rebel Baaddaasss Drawings
Thomas Robertello Gallery, Chicago, IL
September 9 - October 15, 2011
Mystical Rebel Outlaw Baadass Drawings
Presented on rotating display in this exhibit is a complete compilation of the drawings created over the past year of Jason Robert Bell’s life. Exhibited in their time-tested portfolio, the Mystical Outlaw Rebel Baadass Drawings Proper of 2011 present a set of 78 drawings as a singular collective object, an interactive sculptural experience available for perusal, study and preservation. All of the drawings not on view in the gallery are available for private viewing by appointment.
Artist Statement
In early memory, or a story I have told myself about myself, in the dark recesses of my education, across vast spans of time to the span across my child self, to the plastic molded desks of Rocket City Utopia’s experimental kindergarten learning pods, sat a young boy and girl across from me, drawing.
The boy was sketching a devil in a violet-red, that hateful second red, the real red crayon broken, a central casting Satan.
The girl was drawing a rainbow by picking up all her colors in a pan-flute configuration. Both of these drawings were coming into being in unison, and upside down, a few feet before me. Another child, the boy that sat beside me, the one who would turn himself purple for a quarter, had given up on his drawing which only had a few lines crudely copied from a soulless motivational poster on the wall. I asked him if I could finish it. He sad nothing, but did nothing when I took the drawing away.
I picked up my colors and made a right-side-up fusion of the two images: a Devil, based on the other boy’s, but more monstrous with retraceable batwings and a pitchfork on fire, this Devil was created completely of rainbows, utilizing the method of the girl.
I then carefully spelled out both their names: K-I-M-B-E-R-L-Y, and J-O-S-H-U-A. When it came time for each of us to stand up and present our drawings, I was the last one. Standing up at Mrs. Breedlove’s request, I presented the drawing to the class. Kimberly was so upset that she vomited on Joshua, who in turn vomited on both their drawings. Leaving my Rainbow Devil Drawing an orphan. A singular creation on to itself.
All of my drawings are the bastard children of this Rainbow Devil…, My drawings are of monsters, creating monsters by monstrous means, from unexpected materials and methods. These drawings to invoke moments from my everyday life, my domestic activities, my romance with my wife, my memories of the long and recent past, frenetic musings, nightmares, wastelands, and everything else and the kitchen sink, oh, and nothing at all as well.
Every drawing I have made since that first drawing, every fusion of what other’s bring forth, what chance offers up to me, is merged into a Thing That Never Was, that might have the same power as that first and greatest creation.
A drawing that actually will have a powerful effect on YOU, and recreate that moment when I became fully aware of the raw power of art.
September 9 - October 15, 2011
Mystical Rebel Outlaw Baadass Drawings
Presented on rotating display in this exhibit is a complete compilation of the drawings created over the past year of Jason Robert Bell’s life. Exhibited in their time-tested portfolio, the Mystical Outlaw Rebel Baadass Drawings Proper of 2011 present a set of 78 drawings as a singular collective object, an interactive sculptural experience available for perusal, study and preservation. All of the drawings not on view in the gallery are available for private viewing by appointment.
Artist Statement
In early memory, or a story I have told myself about myself, in the dark recesses of my education, across vast spans of time to the span across my child self, to the plastic molded desks of Rocket City Utopia’s experimental kindergarten learning pods, sat a young boy and girl across from me, drawing.
The boy was sketching a devil in a violet-red, that hateful second red, the real red crayon broken, a central casting Satan.
The girl was drawing a rainbow by picking up all her colors in a pan-flute configuration. Both of these drawings were coming into being in unison, and upside down, a few feet before me. Another child, the boy that sat beside me, the one who would turn himself purple for a quarter, had given up on his drawing which only had a few lines crudely copied from a soulless motivational poster on the wall. I asked him if I could finish it. He sad nothing, but did nothing when I took the drawing away.
I picked up my colors and made a right-side-up fusion of the two images: a Devil, based on the other boy’s, but more monstrous with retraceable batwings and a pitchfork on fire, this Devil was created completely of rainbows, utilizing the method of the girl.
I then carefully spelled out both their names: K-I-M-B-E-R-L-Y, and J-O-S-H-U-A. When it came time for each of us to stand up and present our drawings, I was the last one. Standing up at Mrs. Breedlove’s request, I presented the drawing to the class. Kimberly was so upset that she vomited on Joshua, who in turn vomited on both their drawings. Leaving my Rainbow Devil Drawing an orphan. A singular creation on to itself.
All of my drawings are the bastard children of this Rainbow Devil…, My drawings are of monsters, creating monsters by monstrous means, from unexpected materials and methods. These drawings to invoke moments from my everyday life, my domestic activities, my romance with my wife, my memories of the long and recent past, frenetic musings, nightmares, wastelands, and everything else and the kitchen sink, oh, and nothing at all as well.
Every drawing I have made since that first drawing, every fusion of what other’s bring forth, what chance offers up to me, is merged into a Thing That Never Was, that might have the same power as that first and greatest creation.
A drawing that actually will have a powerful effect on YOU, and recreate that moment when I became fully aware of the raw power of art.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Gods of Monumenta
http://www.flickr.com/photos/belljasonrobert/sets/72157627616768376/with/6123396218/
Archon and Aeon, in process
THese works are about living in Valparaiso, Chile for 3 months during the last Presidential Debates.
Archon and Aeon, in process
THese works are about living in Valparaiso, Chile for 3 months during the last Presidential Debates.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The Transmigration of Farrokh Bulsara/Freddie Mercury.
OKAY I AM CALLING IT! The Transmigration of Farrokh Bulsara! Right now Freddie Mercury, has become the messiah of the singularity. Google as we all know is our collective brains, we are all of us google, Listen to the lyrics, how different are they from the New Testament. Today's Google Doodle sums it all up. Mercery has it all from his exotic roots, rebel that rock an Empire, Dies tragically, but lives on. It is all there folks. MAybe it will take a few thousand years, but what does not?
He has it all
Exotic origins from the east and the old school religion
He is a Zarathustra Booster, for Christsake
with mutable relationship to sexual identity in counter balance with the power of Orpheus!
The Biggest most hateful bigot in the world still has to admit that his voice was amazing
I have walked by in shame as my fellow men have beat the shit out of a possible gay man while playing the music of Queen on a dark night in Rocketcity Utopia.
He was a spat upon champion member, a Samson of a small piranha class that is showy coming into it's own as an social and political force. but more importantly as an economic force. When you got the green you get to create your on Gods, for the Empire to adapt, adopt, and then kill you in a future crusade for the Holy Land whatever random piece of turf is picked between London and Zanzibar, yet your God lives on as a superhuman ideal, whose all too human "imperfections" are sold as proof of his divinity. Queer or Jewish, makes no difference to Caesar, as longs as it get human being to sign up as soldiers to kill in his make-believe name.
That is crawling to Bedlam to be Zion, or words to that effect.
Read these lyrics and tell me that you cannot yourself, without any vend diagrams, clever graphs or pie charts, see that the ideas expressed here are the same as the God News of Jesus Christ Superstar?
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah!
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time
I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you
Don't stop me don't stop me don't stop me
Hey hey hey!
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Don't stop me have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh Alright
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)
I don't wanna stop at all
La la la la laaaa
La la la la
La la laa laa laa laaa
La la laa la la la la la laaa hey!!....
http://www.flickr.com/photos/belljasonrobert/sets/72157625855430304/
Freedy Mercury was born in the British protectorate of Zanzibar, East Africa. His parents, Bomi and Jer Bulsara, were Parsis from the Gujarat region of the then province of Bombay Presidency in British India. The family surname is derived from the town of Bulsar (also known as Valsad) in southern Gujarat. As Parsis, Freddie and his family practised the Zoroastrian religion.
In Zoroastrianism, the Creator Ahura Mazda is all good, and no evil originates from Him. Thus, in Zoroastrianism good and evil have distinct sources, with evil (druj) trying to destroy the creation of Mazda (asha), and good trying to sustain it. Mazda is not immanent in the world, and His creation is represented by the Amesha Spentas and the host of other Yazatas, through whom the works of God are evident to humanity, and through whom worship of Mazda is ultimately directed.
He has it all
Exotic origins from the east and the old school religion
He is a Zarathustra Booster, for Christsake
with mutable relationship to sexual identity in counter balance with the power of Orpheus!
The Biggest most hateful bigot in the world still has to admit that his voice was amazing
I have walked by in shame as my fellow men have beat the shit out of a possible gay man while playing the music of Queen on a dark night in Rocketcity Utopia.
He was a spat upon champion member, a Samson of a small piranha class that is showy coming into it's own as an social and political force. but more importantly as an economic force. When you got the green you get to create your on Gods, for the Empire to adapt, adopt, and then kill you in a future crusade for the Holy Land whatever random piece of turf is picked between London and Zanzibar, yet your God lives on as a superhuman ideal, whose all too human "imperfections" are sold as proof of his divinity. Queer or Jewish, makes no difference to Caesar, as longs as it get human being to sign up as soldiers to kill in his make-believe name.
That is crawling to Bedlam to be Zion, or words to that effect.
Read these lyrics and tell me that you cannot yourself, without any vend diagrams, clever graphs or pie charts, see that the ideas expressed here are the same as the God News of Jesus Christ Superstar?
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah!
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time
I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you
Don't stop me don't stop me don't stop me
Hey hey hey!
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Don't stop me have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh Alright
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)
I don't wanna stop at all
La la la la laaaa
La la la la
La la laa laa laa laaa
La la laa la la la la la laaa hey!!....
http://www.flickr.com/photos/belljasonrobert/sets/72157625855430304/
Freedy Mercury was born in the British protectorate of Zanzibar, East Africa. His parents, Bomi and Jer Bulsara, were Parsis from the Gujarat region of the then province of Bombay Presidency in British India. The family surname is derived from the town of Bulsar (also known as Valsad) in southern Gujarat. As Parsis, Freddie and his family practised the Zoroastrian religion.
In Zoroastrianism, the Creator Ahura Mazda is all good, and no evil originates from Him. Thus, in Zoroastrianism good and evil have distinct sources, with evil (druj) trying to destroy the creation of Mazda (asha), and good trying to sustain it. Mazda is not immanent in the world, and His creation is represented by the Amesha Spentas and the host of other Yazatas, through whom the works of God are evident to humanity, and through whom worship of Mazda is ultimately directed.
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