Monday, October 12, 2009


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Vladimir Jones (Le Boxer) Series 2009

Vladimir Jones             Le Boxer Series 2009


Skipfolio: New drawings: just a glimpse of what I'm workin' with since I moved into the studio fulltime to work. I leave behind the four large drawings(4'w x 5'h) Las Meninas 2009 at the house... beautiful, exotic, moody female figures posed like stylish, well kept, Storyville whores or Deltas having tea in the dappled light coming through the glass of our florida room. The last week has infused these latest drawings of Super-hyped Superheroes with a Funky, Fierce, SweetbackBadass raw display of the hurt I felt leaving the house yet again. Putting my hands up, bobbing and weaving, punching, jabbing, throwing some shit off...Life as Art...this is what i got for the week.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Not Because You Asked

Going through, coming out of the desert, like into a new land, 30 years on the cusp of greatness. Then here comes you. Just like the whispers promised you would...someday.
Today...
an angel come back to me... after all this time,
a healing taking place as we re-enter each others' orbit.
a caution of lust, even though that's where we used to really groove together...so I see that and recognize that what was once there, is no mo'...
Looking to something new, if there is anything there on another level. What I recognized first in her, there in the Beginning... is yet her still... somewhere under the scars of the loves, the lies and the betrayals collected over the years searching for the Dreams we dreamed of as kids talking on the phone well into the night.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day

Hey, Dad,

I recognize that whatever you want, you already have,... or can get it! (Hallelujah!..)

So I offer this pearl of great price,
knowing and believing that you are well on this blessed day.


On this day, I recognise you, and acknowledge you, and thank you
for who you are and all you represent.

I recognize you for your unique ways and manner, for the things you stand for...and what you won't tolerate.

I recognize you for what you have done for the life and love of your wife and your generation.

I recognize you, Dad, for the example of responsibility and a warm humor.

I recognize you as a testimony to the graceful power of the right tone and proper attitude.

I recognize you for your walk, and your willingness to be contrary even if you got to stand alone.

I recognize you for doing what you got to do, when you got to do it.

I recognize you most especially this day as the one who paved away
for me to reach this day, just in time to say...

I love you...


...So how much sleep do you think Barnes and Glover are gonna get thinking about tomorrow?
and what about El Tigre...seven shots behind with 11 to play at a soaked Bethpage Black, he has never won a tournament trailing by more than eight going into the final round...so is Tiger still in the hunt?

Thursday, June 18, 2009

For Sydney

"what we have, girl, is tantric...lapiz lazuli...
even though i've never seen your face.

what we have is the envy of the ignorant observers who know nothing of the chains that keep me bound to you.

what we have is hypnotic, baby.
sweet words


floetry


word junkies
flow flunkies,

you're the monkey on my back.



i taste you


smell

feel you

from within and afar.

embraced, mauled.


cursed

and kissed by you,

when you're not being demanding


or coy."

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A One Night Stand @ Uptown United

Artists Sean Vali and Skip Hill take it to the corner in a live art performance captured in timelapse at Uptown United in Downtown OKC. Props to dj k-ReAL, Ben Esthing, Josh Heilaman, and to video editor Michael Clardy.

Transcend: 5 Artists by 5 Artists

"I don't live up to all the stereotypes...
...just the ones that count."



<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX0H2oDSmok

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Yoni Series


















"Say, Skipfolio...my man!...



You ain't been posting much lately, Baby...wassup wit that?"



"Yeah.. I miss you too,... and as much as I love blogging, I don't want to be chained to the blog...,..I'm gonna work it the way it works...but I'm an artist first..


... working and pressing to get my shit together right about NOW!.... and that takes work and time. I been settling old issues with my father's house in Alabama and spent four days there since I stopped by this spot. Spiritually draining.



I been busy kicking this nicotine demon's ass..I've been busy about the things I see before me in my mind's eye..'years on the cusp of greatness', the power of less is more..."





"Ok, babe, that's all cool, ...I feel that, dig that, luv that...


But what I really wanna know is...are you making any Art?




"...Didn't I say I've been busy?"




























































Thursday, March 19, 2009


Mocha Vrouw (voor jou...)
2008
inks, acrylics on collaged
travelogue of Morocco
published in the 1950's.

Friday, February 27, 2009

New Works: Rumble in the Jungle

These new works continue my interest in employing 'prizefighters' as metaphors for the struggle and victories in the arena of mind, body, spirit, culture, economics and history.



































Thursday, February 26, 2009

Route 66 road trip

"I gotta go to the bank,...You wanna ride with to Chandler? I asked.
"yeah, man,... sure,...let's roll.." he replied.


video

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Wrestling With Angels


video


I was emptying the car of paintings from the trip to Chicago, when my long time neighbor Jim came waving across the street, reaching for his smokes. "How was the show in Chicago?"

We shook hands and I shared my visit with Judy Saslow in her gallery, I told him of my discovery of the work of Nancy Pascke. We talked about the meditative time of driving 12 hours straight, of the health issues of a couple patrons of the Chicago art scene, and through winding paths of rabbit trails and free-flow trains of thought, we came to me showing him the artist proof of my book, Wrestling With Angels: A True Story Based On A Lie, Part One. I knew that he had studied theology, and was a poet, so I led him to the chapter Morning pages: proverbs and poems, and left him to read as I returned to unloading the car.

Here were his immediate thoughts...

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Posting new stuff this week

I've been in Chicago (Obamalandia) this weekend visiting friends and making the gallery scene, but I'll be posting again this week. There's snow, dirty slush and brutal cold of course...The cops are still posted next to the blast barriers in front of the Obama house on 51st street... Checked the INTUIT gallery show of outsider art, visited with Judy Saslow in her gallery on Superior (one of her favorite Bulls players has been traded to the OKC Thunder), got my fill of Jamaican Jerk catfish, rice and beans, plantains and Ting sodas...stayed in the studio of artist Arlene Turner-Crawford and enjoyed her art, her collection of jazz, and her hospitality. Back through Red State Amerika Sunday afternoon...Outreach presentations for The Oklahoma City Museum of Art next week...at some point a brother is actually going to get back in the studio and do what he do....

Friday, February 6, 2009

One of my favorite pictures


My youngest brother's daughter, my niece. Blessed with a sweet beauty, Brains, and a strength of will for such a slender girl, that blows me away.
Whatcha' say?,..Gotta be somewhere in there amongst The One-Thousand Most Beautiful People In The World, don't ya think?
I think of her and I'm grateful for a time after returning from Thailand, when my Brother, Kevin and his beautiful wife, my sister Richinda put me up for a while along the road of 'Skip's Artist Trip'.
I slept on the russet red sleeper sofa that my former girlfriend had given them years earlier when they were honeymooners.
There in the den amongst the kid's toys, K.Hill's athletic trophies, the ping-pong table, on the mattress where she and I once lay and kissed and dreamed and made love. Today, I thank God,.. and you,... for a place to stay, to rest my head on a worn pillow and suffer inside for a while after her and Asia. A place to pray and yearn for the direction and purpose for my life. The time in Thailand had challenged my religious upbringing and so I was reluctant to go back to the church, though my brother's family attended faithfully. I missed Bangkok, I smoked cigarettes ("Why are you standing outside in the cold, Uncle Skip?") and I taught Art at my high school alma mater, but mostly dealt with the kids' challenging personal issues, which I carried around in my pocket like charms.
I don't recall making any art at the time, which pretty much tells you where my spirit was.
Squatting on my knees at the wobbly plastic table, she and I had a tea party. I remember how she kept me acutely involved in making the tea just right, getting the cups and saucers right, making sure we had plenty of sugar and she's giving me instructions at age, what?.. five? four?
I imagine I gave her a choice of Orange Pekoe or Earl Grey and she responded quickly and sure...
So, the morsel in this post is this;
...in the midst of my inner struggle and spiritual wandering, I'm looking at this intelligent, beautiful child Kayla, with her almond eyes, and I remember thinking,... "Wow, I flew halfway 'cross the world for... just... this.... moment...!
On this day so full of promise, I think of that day.
Orange Pekoe tea and the company of a beautiful young lady.
Success in school,
stay focused, Girl,
Love, Uncle Skip

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Transcend @ Living Artspace Tulsa


Did I mention that we're having a group show this Friday?

In Studio




















The work table, or better yet, 'clutter magnet'...repository of car keys, cologne, business cards, cd's, magazines, books, notes and the items of creative inspiration.




Residue of a San Biagio Langhe Rosso Janin; ripe blackcurrants, plums, spices and leather dominate, a polished palate with velvety tanins, nice fruit and a long elegant finish.


In frame, Suki 2003, inks on vellum 8.5"w x11"h from the Harem Series. Drawing by the artist.
lower left corner is 2006 Margret M. Dabney Visual Arts Award from BLAC inc.
lower right is Haiku Zenji, a collage on tile piece by from 2005.









Art
ready to be packed for Chicago.
foreground: Bruised But Not Broken
2008 acrylic, collage on wood.
background: Ukiyo Mami
2008 acrylic, collage and metallic inks.
























LeRoi (der Koning van het straat)
Neo Soul, the dog

detail: Kabuki Jones 2008
acrylic, collage and metallic inks on wood panel.












































Gulfstream (for winslow homer) 2008
mixed media on wood























This unfinished painting was started initially
as a donation to the Oklahoma City Museum of Art
for their annual fundraiser. This year's theme is the Harlem Renaissance and of course Jazz... as much as i dislike rehashing the tired motif of 'jazz musician' that is so pervasive in a lot of African-American art. Rather than put my self out on that path, I decided it need some more work. I found a substitute that the museum was thrilled to receive.




Sunday, February 1, 2009

A Dramatic Super Bowl Finish

There were times during this game that felt as though it had been scripted for a Disney movie, with the the miracle comeback written in for that "feel good" happy ending we Americans love. Staying true to form as the fifth most penalized team in the NFL this year, the Cardinals were flagged at several crucial drives in the game, killing any momentum they had manage to build.
When Arizona Cardinals All-Pro franchise player Larry Fitzgerald caught a pass in stride for 64 yards right up the middle of the field for the touchdown with 2:37 left to play, you felt the favor swing, and I suspect a lot of viewers started pulling for the underdogs to pull the upset again.
Fitzgerald had been well contained all night by the Steelers' secondary. But you knew at some point he would make the play that would change the dynamics of the game.







With time running out, the Cardinals celebrate the come from behind score and an apparent victory.
But the Pittsburgh Steelers had been in this situation before, having played the toughest schedule of the season. With thirty-four seconds before the end of the game, Steeler's quarterback Ben Rothlisberger threw a six yard strike in the endzone where receiver Santonio Holmes made a brilliant catch for the game-winning score, clinching the championship.





















Santonio Holmes- from drug dealer in the streets of South Florida














Arizona quarterback Kurt Warner leaves the field for perhaps the last time.






Mike Tomlin, youngest head coach in NFL history to win a Super Bowl.

















Kisses from Heaven


















Even if you don't give a damn about football, this was worth watching, hearing,..feeling. Like a voice of light calling from out of the darkness, just before dawn.








Transcend @Living Artspace Tulsa Preview





1/31/09: Road trip to Tulsa to deliver my share of the upcoming exhibition, 'Transcend: Contemporary Black Oklahoma' at Living Artspace.

Nathan Lee of Visual Realms Studio curates the show and was on the phone making arrangements for some media play with the local TV station, when I came in.
While he was distracted, I took some shots to give you a peep.

Left: Where Nathan Lee's iconic series of biomorphic human trees were as slender as calligraphy strokes, Lee's new sculptures probe the artist's representation of raw human emotion by adding volume to the mix. You'll want to touch them.






Cherry Ledbetter's brightly painted sculptures of women who defy easy racial identity, are elevated craft with a folk-inspired flavor that calls to mind India, Africa, Latin America and the American Southwest.







Actor, performer and photographer Rory Ledbetter dares to go there in intimate but stark erotic black and white imagery of Black gay males that hearken back to Robert Mapplethorpe.












Suzanne Thomas' iconic Guardians Series' of 3-D paintings honoring powerful women from history, stand watch at the entrance of the gallery





A detail of Skip Hill's unfinished diptych 'Der Ubermensch' Captain America.
4'x8' mixed-media.

I have taken to abstracting elements of Pop, the social-political climate, African and Asian motifs, graffiti and jacking them up a notch.

Opening night I will complete the painting as a performance piece during the Artist Reception.










Artist/Curator Nathan Lee

Transcend: @Living Artspace February 6-19th, 2009

308 S. Kenosha Avenue, Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Artist Reception Friday
February 6, 7-10pm

Today's Sunday School Lesson