While doing my annual "Year In Review" I am grateful to have partnered with the White Sox Chapter of the Baseball Wives Charitable Foundation, The Chicagoland Chamber of Commerce, The New Orleans Chamber of Commerce, and The Artists of East Bank to produce a group art exhibition/fundraiser in Sept. of 2010 called "Save Our Shores".
FOX News: Save Our Shores Art Exhibit
My Rhythmistic oil painting "As The Sirens Sweetly Sang" is a supportive tribute to the effort to help, clean up, and restore life for the victims of the Gulf oil spill. Also, I was channeling lyrics creating an otherworldly homage to the super group rock band Cream's song, "Tales of Brave Ulysses", and the painting "Gulf Stream" by the great illustrator/artist, Winslow Homer. I intend to keep detailing and crafting this painting, in the tradition of the old masters, such as N.C. Whyeth, until someone acquires it. It will be a work in progress and well worth my asking price per 773-726-1610 or email: onli@sbcglobal.net.
For educational purposes here are the lyrics by Martin Sharp, arranged and sung by Jack Bruce, lead singer & bass player for Cream:
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
The painting is a 120 inch by 30 inch oils on canvas triptych looking for the right collector, curator, museum, or gallery to showcase or own.
Even great Rhythmistic art deserves a good home in support of a good cause.
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