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Teeny Weeny Puccini

August 25, 2020

Steve Justice Studio Title: Teeny Weeny Puccini (#2) Material: Oil on canvas Size: 48x48 Year: 2017 SoldTitle: Teeny Weeny Puccini
Material: oil on canvas
Size: 58×62
Year: 1997  SOLD

“Almighty God touched me with His little finger and said ‘Write for the theater, only for the theater.” — Giacomo Puccini

I take Puccini’s remark about his mission and show the artist as an intermediate between God and man. Europe’s café culture can stir up such philosophical musings.

His Cold, Dead Hands: portrait of Charlatan Heston

July 3, 2020

Title: His Cold, Dead Hands: portrait of Charlatan Heston
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 60×44
Year: 2020

I’ll give you my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.  – Charlton Heston  (on the first anniversary of the Columbine massacre)

Heston, we have a problem.  This painting began as Charlton Heston in his NRA*  leadership sole, brandishing an assault rifle, while also playing his signature movie role as Moses and carrying not the Ten Commandments, but rather the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, which briefly and vaguely outlines our right to bear the Second Amendment of the Constitution.  My working title was Camoses.

Then occurred the awful murder of 11 worshipers at The Tree of Life – Or L’Simcha in my hometown of Pittsburgh, during Shabbat services.   As usual, all the NRA did was dig in their cowboy boot heels on the issues of firearm ownership and regulation.  This painting evolved from there.   If you don’t believe in evolution, then the painting Stevolved from there, and being a religious painting, I had no qualms about putting some time into it.

Compositionally, you’ll notice that the painting is divided into three horizontal bands created by two overlapping squares, with all sorts of exciting activity crammed within.  Perspective is rolled flat, like Chinese landscape painting.  Or a Grandma Moses painting.  Of her own work, she said “I paint from the top down.  First the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the cattle, then the people,” and her paintings looked like it.  Unlike me, she never painted a religious subject, insisting that she “would not paint something we know nothing about”.

*not to be confused with the short-lived Depression-era National Recovery Administration, which was headed by General Hugh S. “Ironpants” Johnson, who didn’t want the job anyhow.  Why he was called Ironpants is anyone’s guess.  He later supervised WPA projects in New York City while working for another Moses – Robert Moses.  See how history gets all stuck together?

 

Wobbly: Portrait of Joe Hill Last Night

July 3, 2020

Title: Wobbly: portrait of Joe Hill Last Night
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 48×48
Year: 2020

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over.  And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.     – Joe Hill

When asked where he was born, Joe Hill would reply, “the planet Earth”.  Specifically, he was born in Sweden and was named Joel Emmanuel Haggland.  He became a labor activist, specifically a Wobbly, which was a term of unknown origin adopted by the Industrial Workers of the World, or the IWW.  Specifically, his specialty was radical songwriting.  His trick was to write new lyrics to familiar tunes, such as “Red River”, Glory Hallelujah” or any Stephen Foster song, so all a singer had to do was memorize the lyrics, read them from a little red book, or fake it.

By 1914, Joe found himself in Utah, helping to organize copper miners.  He was arrested one evening for allegedly robbing and murdering a store clerk and was convicted on very thin evidence.  His only link to any foul play was a bullet hole in his right hand that was supposedly furnished by a clumsy brother-in-law, but Joe Hill refused to defend himself, choosing instead to become a martyr.  The governor offered him a choice of the noose or the gun, and Joe chose the latter.

As Joan Baez sang on the night she performed at Woodstock, “It takes more than guns to kill a man – I never died, said he.”  Well, he did and he didn’t.

Ready, Mr. Muzak?: portrait of Maj. Gen. George Owen Squier

July 3, 2020

Title: Ready, Mr. Muzak?: portrait of Maj. Gen. George Owen Squier
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 48×36
Year: 2020

If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black notes and the white notes together.     – Richard Nixon

Long, long ago in a universe far, far away, before the folk music scare of the early 1960s was even a twinkle in Bob Dylan’s eye, and even before the birth of rock-and-roll, background music was invented.  Easy Listening.  Elevator music.  Telephone on-hold music.  And we have General George Owen Squier to thank for it.  Thanks a lot, George.

General Squier invented telephone multiplexing in 1910 and acquired patents in 1922 for methods of distributing signals over existing electrical lines.  He saw the potential for this trick to deliver music to subscribers, without the need for a radio.  Radio caught up to him in the 1930s, so he concentrated his efforts on delivering music to commercial customers.  (All this happened in Cleveland — yes, I know.)  In 1934 Squier named his company Muzak, because his product was music and he liked the Kodak name.  No other reason.  By then he’d learned manipulative tricks to ease worker-listener stress and to encourage productivity, as well to motivate shoppers.  He next began to record his own music, which was muzak.  The man had it down.

He was accused of brainwashing the public in the 1950s, but who wasn’t?  In the 60s and 70s demand for muzak became so huge that it found its way back into our most personal and holy sanctum, the private home.

Major General George Owen Squier was buried when he died (not before, though some were tempted) at Arlington National Cemetery, which makes him John F. Kennedy’s equal.  But not JFK’s confederate – Robert E. Lee was the confederate, and the man who generously donated his vast front yard to become our nation’s most prestigious boneyard.

 

The Hammer: portrait of Henry Aaron

July 3, 2020

Title: The Hammer: portrait of Henry Aaron
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 52×41
Year: 2020

On the field, blacks have been able to be super giants.  But, once our playing days are over, this is the end of it and we go back to the back of the bus again.     – Henry Aaron

Roman designer and architect Marcus Vitruvius Pollio wrote a book on architecture, which was reprinted 15 centuries later and inspired countless Renaissance artists and architects, including Leonardo da Vinci, who became intrigued by the relationship between man and earth and based much work on Vitruvian analogies.  “All the arts and all the world’s rules are devised from a well-composed and proportioned human body,” wrote Francesco di Giorgio, who is not shown in this painting and who I won’t mention again.  Leonardo’s notes on his Vitruvian Man drawing are, as usual, writted backwards (from right to left) not because he wanted to stump the reader, as is rumored – any jackass can read backwards – but because he was left-handed and he was tired of smearing ink around with his writing hand.

Henry Aaron was right-handed, and was arguably the best hitter of that persuasion in Big League history.  He was the Negro League’s greatest product who made the Majors.  He began his pro career in 1951 at the age of 17, with the Indianapolis Clowns.  They weren’t exactly clowns, although they would ham it up some to draw fans.  They had a midget on the roster and an excellent female 2nd-basewoman named Toni Stone.  Within a few years Aaron had followed the tracks of the Northern Migration to Milwaukee, where he played outfield for the Braves, only to move South again when they became the Atlanta Braves.  He continued to work his magic and make baseball history there despite receiving something like 20,000 death threats a day.  (That might be an exaggeration.)  But here he is, playing the part of Leonardo da Vinci’s perfect man, taking his hacks in front of Georgia’s famous landmark, Stone Mountain, shown here before it was disfigured with bas relief sculpture of the Marx Brothers.  Base relief, more accurately.

Public Emeny #1

July 3, 2020

Title: Public Emeny #1
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 30×30
Year: 2015-20

Justice is incidental to law and order.     – J. Edgar Hoover

In this re-animation of a police photo of the recently-martyred holey-man  John Dillinger, I experimented with water-based oil paint, then later over-painted it with the good stuff.

The green arch in the painting plays multiple roles, suggesting an engraved image on US currency, or every bank teller’s nightmare of Dillinger waiting at their window to make a withdrawal.  The hair is just him being cool.

Dillinger was only 31 when he was gunned down in front of the Biograph Theater in Chicago, where he and a hot date had gone to see Bonnie and Clyde.   Just a few months earlier he’d famously escaped from jail in Princeton, Illinois, where he was being held for doing a lot of bad things.  He accomplished this by using a fake gun that he’d carved out of a tomato.

Queen of the Roller Derby: Portrait of RBG

July 2, 2020

Title: Queen of the Roller Derby: portrait of RGB
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 70×44
Year: 2020   SOLD

Fight for the things that you care about, but do it in a way that will lead others to follow you.     – Ruth Bader Ginsberg

I don’t know what I can tell you about this painting that I don’t already know.  I am (and you may also be) a fan of the fiery woman who became the second female U.S. Supreme Court justice, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, who argued against gender discrimination in 6 landmark cases while winning recognition as being an engine of liberal dissent.  She voices her principles and won’t back down, stand down or step down, and we are all the beneficiaries.

Her roll as a Roller Derby Queen in this painting reflects her competitiveness, and the Star Spangled Banner behind her, as well as the United Skates on America on her feet, symbolize the country she loves.  The 54 on her uniform might refer to her year of graduation from Cornell, but it also carries the suggestion of a 5-4 Supreme Court decision.  The “speed lines” behind her (to the right) are an ancient comic strip gimmick used to suggest movement of an otherwise stationary object or person.  Think of Sluggo chasing an ice cream truck.  These lines I turn into “equality” symbols, like those the ACLU uses, here paired into colors of diversity.  (Btw, RBG co-founded the ACLU’s Women’s Rights Project in 1972.)

RBG’s pose and detailing were inspired by a photo of Joannie Weston, aka the “Blonde Bomber”, a real Queen of the Roller Derby who rolled for the San Francisco Bay Bombers.  She also once hit 8 home runs in a college softball game.

The first thing that happened when I posted this painting on the fridge was dozens of roller derblers came out of the woodwork, all aclamour with purchase inquiries.  And I’d better accommodate them, because there probably isn’t a one of them who couldn’t beat me to within an inch of my wife.

Outrider: portrait of Anne Waldman

November 17, 2019

Title: Outrider: Portrait of Anne Waldman
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 36×36
Year: 2019

Yep, Comanch’: portrait of John Ford

November 17, 2019

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Title: Yep, Comanch’: portrait of John Ford
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 42×42
Year: 2019

It is easier to get an actor to be a cowboy than to get a cowboy to be an actor.     – John Ford

This painting started out as a triple portrait of John Ford, Henry Ford and John Henry, three folk celebrities linked forever by name into a strange hedron representing working men of varying ethnicities and religiosities.  But the project unraveled as the three subjects drifted apart, each into his own separate painting, with Henry Ford in one, Hammerin’ Henry Aaron filling in for Hammerin’ John Henry in another, and filmmaker John Ford as the subject of this painting.

John Ford’s pictures differ from my pictures in that his moved.  They were moving pictures.  Mine might juke around a little bit but they rarely go very far.   Most of the time they don’t even leave the room.   In recent paintings I’d been permitting the backgrounds to assume a more dominant role in the composition, and this one pushes the subject almost entirely out the frame.  I have combined in this background Ford’s trademark “big sky” style panorama with a Hanna-Barbera “Queeksdraw” desert and the loathsome shitstorm thunderheads so eloquently captured in much contemporary Western art.  Upstaging Ford is the great Comanche chief, Quanah Parker, whose heart marks this painting’s center.  Ford’s movies frequently pitted Comanches vs. cowboys or cavalry in Monument Valley, which is actually Navaho land.  In fact, John Ford’s “Comanche” extras generally spoke Navaho, not Comanche.  But what do we know?

Ford said it is easier to get an actor to play a cowboy than to get a cowboy to be an actor.  No John Ford painting would be complete without a mention of his go-to fake cowboy, John Wayne, so here Ford wears Wayne’s shirt, in living Technicolor, from The Searchers (1956), a picture in which his character (Ethan Edwards) is slighted by Indians and mahem ensues.  And you thought Denzel Washington acted crazy in Training Day.

Yippee yi yo ki yay!

 

 

There’s a Red Horse Over Yonder

November 17, 2019

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Title: There’s a Red Horse Over Yonder
Material: Oil on canvas
Size: 34×24 (8×6 hands)
Year: 2017

The horse is too small, the jockey too big, the trainer too old, and I’m too dumb to know the difference.     – Charles Howard (Seabiscuit’s owner)

In his first 100 races the racehorse Seabiscuit never once finished in the money, and he was headed for the proverbial (or actual) glue factory in a (metaphorical) handbasket until he came under proper management and training.  Stubborn, little, gnarly and eccentric, he was ultimately a most unlikely racehorse to be setting track records.

He always insisted on bedding down at night with his pets: a goat, a dog and a duck.  I started doing likewise and my life has improved immeasurably, as long as Ducky remembers his C-pap machine.

In this painting, I bend earth and sky in the background into a horseshoe halo to show the strange, inside-out world that domesticated animals live in.  It turns all checker-boardy, to suggest racing silks and other garish racetrack graphics.

By dressing an animal something like a Mexican wrestler with a branded hood, I make a crack about Seabiscuit’s early career racing in Tijuana, but it also speaks of animal domestication.  We own them.  That was his actual uniform.  Racehorses are always (literally) running for their lives.

Seabiscuit’s cocky gaze I caught in a horse’s eyes in the paddock of Hong Kong’s Happy Valley racetrack.  The horse told me he wanted to run and was going to win, and he did.   Afterward, he and I went to Wanchai to trade shots and watch the fillies walking by.  Hay, we’re only human!

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