dominic's art, a few photos

Solitary confinement, Dominic draws the cell:

https://solitarywatch.org/marak1/

 

27 September 2021

     I have painting I have been working on but there was stuff with the foreground and background.  I honestly did not think I would finish it.

     My health went downhill to a point that I could not do more highly technical stuff.  Yves Tanguy's work popped into my head and I decided to use Tanguyesque imagery to solve my foreground and background issues.  

     It is working, and "Still Hunted For Their Pelts" looks like it will actually be completed.  That is pretty cool.

1 October 2021

 

      I spent most of the day letter writing to my dear friends.  Dancing to songs while paralyzed, and just enjoying the day.

     Life is still good.

     The eyes are starting to get buggy again, and I believe staff think the end is really not far off.  Not by what they say, but their actions.

     We shall see.

2-3 October 2021

 

     We stopped using the lift to move me to and from the toilet, and are just changing my soiled diapers.  My mobility is minimal.

    One of the head nurses was very honest with me.  She said my cancer is advancing rapidly.  All those periods where I nod out will mean I will go into a coma at one point.

     I do not know if I will get any more work done.

     I hope I do not get too sick for awhile, because this place is like an old age home and many of the guys are nice.  It would be nice hanging out with them for awhile.

     I watched Svengoolie tonight and it really lifted the spirits.  That was just what the Doctor ordered.  I feel so much better.

 

3 October 2021

     I have been in the emotional dumps for awhile now.  I watched Svengoolie last night and it lifted me to the heavens.  Thank you, Svengoolie!

     I am going to die, but it is not today.  Get over it.

     Life is good.

     I have been talking guys ears off, which I do not normally do.  My guess is my advancing cancer is affecting my mental behavior.

4 October 2021

 

     I went to see my parents on a visit today.  It was magnificent.  After the visit, the officers dropped me, moving me from a visiting chair, to my regular chair.  My back hurts a lot.

     Next time we will use medical staff to instruct them through the process.

     On the visit it was obvious how much in love with my mother my father still is after over 56 years of marriage.  It was beautiful.

     The way he brushed her hair out of the way when  putting her medical mask on.  Then he hurried to the bathroom after she used it, because of her walking difficulties.  It was simply amazing.

     I remember treating people like that when I first met them.  Here he is fifty-six years later and the flame still burns.

     It is a great American love story.

     Thank you, Dad.

 

6 October 2021

As I have gotten closer and closer to death, fewer people have tried to save me.  What a relief that has been.

25 September 2021

     I spent most of the day organizing some of my stuff.  I have my cubist self-portrait ready to ship out.

     I was looking at it today and I believe it could be slipped into the 1918 Armory Show and no one would realize that is painted in 2021.

     I really like the piece.

     My self-portrait in-the-style-of van Gogh has been an entirely different story.

8 October 2021

       I erased by accident my entire folder of sudoku and all  log posts with it.  One of the more tech savvy guys said he would try to help with it.

     Carla said she has an appointment with the lawyer on the 18th, but worries we do not have enough time.

     Never thought of that.

     The nurses and doctor want me on a cycle of two hours in bed because I am holding so much fluid.  Yesterday they were doing something and I dropped my leg.  It caused a splash.  Not joking.

10 October 2021

     I am drowning in myself.  My body is carrying so much fluid that I weigh over 240#, and I barely eat.  However, we started a program that I spend two hours in bed and two hours out of bed, to keep my lower extremities elevated.

     The lead nurses said that they looked better this morning.  That puts a smile on my face and means artwork will be attempted today.

     I tried the other day and I am limited in what I can do.  Very limited.

     I used to be able to paint like a master.  I really could, but no more.

     I have a few pieces to finish up, and have preliminary sketches for a number of pieces.  It is questionable whether I can get the latter to be of use.

     I do need sit in front of a mirror and do the best I can.  This, for better or worse will show the progression of the disease showing how the disease has not only attacked how I look physically (dramatically), but my ability to make art.

     It is that conceptual highbrow stuff I like.  The idea matters.

     It is just no fun being the object of the piece.  But I have documentation, for the most part of the disease's role.

     My last great idea.  I am just glad I have gallery representation to bring it to the market.  They may turn their nose to it and say, "Who cares?" but I had my shot. 

11 October 2021

     I made it another day. Thus far I slept and rest a lot.  I am sticking to my sleep two hours then get up  and get some work in, routine.  I think I will have more energy this way.

     My taste buds are improving.  Tomorrow morning I will try it on French Toast.  I ate my entire meal a dinner today.  Talk about full.  A good full.

     It is a good time to work on Still Hunted For Their Pelts.

   Rumor has it they are trying to buy the dying guys art supplies who just went into the long term care program.

     "Hey, I am still alive!"

12 October 2021

      I made it one more day.

      I woke up feeling great, then just awful, and spent most of the day in bed soiling myself.  Rough day.  

     I did work on my graphite self-portrait.  It looks as awful as I expected.   Tomorrow I hope to layout my Van Gogh self portrait and use the sloppy brushwork to my advantage.