Saturday, December 31, 2011

Call to Artists: I LOVE YOU

Call to Artists: Paintings, drawings, poets, film, performance, dance, music, sculpture, sculptors... anything and everything. I LOVE YOU. There is not limits. Just want your creativity in excess.

CV artist statement. Send images or samples of your work.

Deadline: January 7th 2012.

Only artists that have been selected will be contacted.

thank you and very best wishes

Patrick John Mills

Friday, December 30, 2011

Paint Paintings... Vincent van Gogh gave me paint. Time to Paint.

This morning I had eggs and toast. Sorry no bacon. I was thinking of Terrilee. Egg sandwich.

My brain is scrabbled. So rather than try creatively come up with new ideas. I decided to look at drawings and make them into paintings. So away I paint. No time to be lazy.

I own and run an art gallery. Many people say to me... OH I wish I could paint and be an artist. I smile. Generally say little. Just be polite. Thank them for visiting the gallery. Talk about the art.


To be an artist is not easy. It involves a lot of work. Not just painting paintings. But there is so much work work that has to be done done Sure I love what I do. It is fun. But in a couple of days. Tuesday or Wednesday I have to go poster 800 black and white posters all over the city. I say have to... why. That is the work work that enables me to paint paint.

As a professional artist. Note the word profession. It is a career. I treat it as a job job. Time management is a very important element in my career.

To be a professional artist involves a great deal of work. Inspiration is less. A lot of work is more heavy. I enjoy the event planning. The poster. Interviews.... it is a joy.

But in a few days I will be outside putting up 800 posters all over the city promoting the next months show. I will be writing a press release. Contacting media. Doing marketing. Sending out invites.... basic office work. Respecting this side of my profession has enabled me to painting paintings.

My average work week is: minimum 80 hours, average 100 hours, not uncommon 130 hours.

Over the past 19 years relentless hard work has enabled me to position myself to live my life as an artist. I feel very blessed.

Yesterday I managed to complete three small paintings. Two are listed below.

Fallen. oil on canvas. 10 x 12 inches. Price $400

She is a Flower. oil on canvas. 10 x 12 inches :Price: $400

With it being the end of the Christmas I felt it would be a good idea to share a poem I wrote about Vincent Van Gogh 15 years ago.

Fuck me up

Fuck me up

Treat me bad

then crucify me

and we shall package my pain

and Santa will deliver it

to Vincent for Christmas

it will be wrapped up

ever so tightly and

placed under the tree where children

with rosy cheeks can dance around

Poem written 1996 by Patrick John Mills

Catch the Art Action on this Site

Here's a fabulous site run by Jeff Hamada in Vancouver. There's something for everyone on it! It's amazing what one creative, enterprising person can do. Enjoy!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

I failed to paint a Penis...

The Chair. oil on canvas. 10 x 12 inches. December 2011.

Wake Up - Time to Paint

Ivory black is something you put on your palette.
Black Pepper is something you put on your eggs.
Emerald Green is not Green Eggs and Ham.
Paint. Eat. Drink. Life.

For my birthday Mathieu Laca was so kind and gave me some paint. Well we also had a bet. Who would have an article written about them in the Ottawa Citizen. Mathieu Laca was in many many newspapers and featured in countless magazines. But he lost the bet. We both smiled. As it was a bullshit bet. Just something to smile about.

The tube of paint that Mathieu gave me was Anthraquinone Red by Kama Pigments. I really enjoyed using this paint. It was ground in Walnut Oil. Which is something I normally do not use. The paint has a velvet feel. So I decided to use water color brushes to get a softer wash. I put it as a back ground color. Something new for a change. I used Cobalt Turquoise Deep in The Chair. Those two pigments really compliment each other well.

The Painting is titled: The Chair. I took an up close image of the Chair. After I signed the painting. While standing up near my fish tank in my kitchen. I decided to add little feet shadows on the chair. Last minute sort of thing. Not sure why. But it seemed like a good thing to do.

I worked on this painting for two days. I kept trying to add a penis in the male figure (right hand side). Mathieu Laca did give me some paint as a gift. So I felt a painting with a penis would be a good thing to add. But after three attempts... I failed to include the cock.

This painting relates to a poem I wrote during the Summer of 2011. The poem is untitled.

You build your bubble
head in the clouds

I get angry scream
real loud

You detach, I attack
we get depleted, us gets deleted

No one is to blame
we are equal
and the same

Where is the trust
we keep killing us

these are my words
this is our song

this is our love
gone terribly wrong.

Written by Patrick John Mills

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Eat, Sleep, Shit, Live, breathe, cry, Love, Fuck, dream, Kiss, ART

Since expanding the gallery... my home has become filled with art... everywhere.

Wanting to paint in the warm for the first time in five years. Where do I paint? Do I use the gallery? Do I use the back room (wood burning stove room)? Where do I paint?

I love my kitchen upstairs. So I decided to some of my painting supplies upstairs. I love this space. I have the fish tank. My tea kettle. The heat is nice. The window is large. Inshort... I feel good there. So now I paint at the kitchen table. It is fun.

In the last two days I managed to complete three paintings. The first one was a painting taken from a drawing I completed months ago.

The second painting is a Self Portrait of me sitting in a chair with a father's day blue flower.

The third painting is a Self Portrait of myself while painting outside in a landscape with dead bodies at my feet. The Male figure has a penis. I decided to include a penis for Mathieu Laca. Smile. Balls to the Wall. Why not! I did not have the penis erect. Nor does the penis have sperm / paint blowing across the canvas. But perhaps I will piss on the canvas. Shit on the canvas. Fuck on the Canvas. Live Art. Dream Art. Cry Art. Sleep Art.

Now that my paintings are on the kitchen table... Eat Art is not such a good idea. But this morning I did eat my breakfast in one hand and paint in the other. And before 10 am I had managed to complete my first painting. It is fun.

Mathieu Laca is a painting machine. His level of Self Promotion on Facebook is relentless. Very inspired.

I had a smile when I painted the penis on the canvas. It was fun. Thank you Laca. You have inspired my painting.

live dream art