Inspired by a line in a song called Sue Egypt by Captain Beefheart, the image really doesn’t have much to do with the song, but I sure do love the lyric. Actually, I could probably find inspiration from any Captain Beefheart song -just close your eyes and point to any line and there you go!
This is the first finished piece (oh God) from a series I’ve named “Gone West”, for my upcoming show at La Luz de Jesus Gallery on June 4th (double oh God), and in my usual fashion, I’m freaking and wondering why I decided to do larger than my normal painting size.
“Ride My Bones”
12 x 16″
Egg Tempera & Oil on Hardboard
So my friend Kipling and I are walking down Robson Street minding our own business and low and behold there’s Hugh Cornwell adjusting himself behind a large window at HMV.
We considered skipping this mini solo performance at first since we were going to see him play later that evening anyway, but since there were only about 15 people standing around we thought we should take advantage of the opportunity. Besides, while I never mentioned it to Kip, there was a small part of me that thought maybe, just maybe, he’d take one look into my eyes and know that it was meant to be. Of course Rod might have a problem at first with this new scenario but he would soon come to understand that it is Hugh Cornwell after all.
He played a few songs, none of which I really remember, not because he did a bad job or anything (they were great!) but because I’m not used to feeling 16 anymore and was a tad distracted.
After he finished the set, he signed some autographs and me not having anything I felt worthy of his signature (and after being coaxed by Kip) decided my leg would be an appropriate surface.
“The days spent waiting were making me disappear, not quite a ghost yet, but not quite whole. When she finally walked in, stepping into the shadows like she was stepping into a cool bath, I realized I’d been tailing the wrong dame. The picture was complete and I was wearing the frame. She shot me a look that was like a bullet from a gun. Everything was about to go wrong and I didn’t give a damn”. R.F.
“These Bones For Hire”
8 x 24″
Casein & Oil on Cradleboard