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AI Brainbleed

 

 

By Tom Wachunas

 

For it is written: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate.” Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?  - 1 Cor.1:19-20

“The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.”  —Jean Baudrillard

“The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race….It would take off on its own, and re-design itself at an ever increasing rate. Humans, who are limited by slow biological evolution, couldn’t compete, and would be superseded.”  — Stephen Hawking

   Here’s my newest artwork – a messy, mixed-media painted assemblage which I have titled AI Brainbleed. Embedded in all those twisting sketchy swirls, splotches and half-inch-thick paint blobs are various broken remnants of common electronic devices (mostly I-phone components and tv remote sticks), intended as a general reference to the dizzying, complex reality of Infomation Technology, empowering the www. Woefully Wobbly World. And at the core of it all there’s that inflection (or infection) named AI. Artificial Intelligence.

   Artificial = fake, unnatural, false. Superficial imitation. Think of AI as having our minds progressively altered, or amputated, and replaced with prosthetic robots. AI= Algorithmic Insemination, creating a new ”smart” us.

   This artwork is a symbol of my spiritual concerns about navigating and understanding the conditions and circumstances of human existence in a progressively tech-addicted, distressed and duplicitous world. A world immersed and floundering in the confusing confluence of darkness and light. Is our growing attachment to AI - and all its collateral manifestations and mutations -  a help or a hindrance? Panacea or placebo? Cure or curse? 

Scintillating Metamorphicals

 

Scintillating Metamorphicals 

Dryspell

Wild Dreams

Transmutation

Beach Tracks

Fortress

Sublimation

Broken Lilies

By Tom Wachunas

  

   Excerpts from artist statement: "My central theme considers science and patterns in nature as backdrops… Physical processes such as melting, solution, crystallization, fluidity, outer space nebulae, microscopic images...  my paintings often reflect not what I see but what I think, how I feel, and what music is playing in my studio or in my head. My art is an abstract reflection of what is within me, what is around me, and the art of how my mind deals with the external influences of both the real and the imagined.” – Joe Martino

   “After a certain high level of technical skill is achieved science and art tend to coalesce in aesthetics, plasticity, and form. The greatest scientists are artists as well.”  - Albert Einstein

   “Art and science create a balance to material life and enlarge the world of living experience. Art leads to a more profound concept of life, because art itself is a profound expression of feeling.” - Hans Hofmann

EXHIBIT: MIXED MEDIA MAGIC: ARTISTIC ALCHEMY – work by Joe Martino / at Strauss Studios Upstairs Gallery, THROUGH MARCH 14, 2025 / 236 Walnut Avenue NE, downtown Canton, Ohio / Mon.-Fri. 10-5, Sat. 12-5

http://www.joemartinoart.com/

https://john-strauss-furniture.myshopify.com/collections/joe-martino

 

    A remarkably prolific mixed-media artist, Joe Martino is an enchanter, a conjuror. His elegantly framed wall pieces are evocative, mesmerizing transformations of diverse materials and processes. He doesn’t paint flat, static “pictures” so much as he raises amorphous, intricate geometries into quasi-sculptural structures. They’re at once tactile vessels and transportive conduits, holding and channeling ephemeral layers of coalesced realities, earthborn and celestial.  

   Molded, rubbed, carved or scraped into those realities is a tangible wealth of accumulated visual data that exudes the sensation of being on an adventurous expedition into a mindscape of pure intuition. The artist’s and my own. On this adventure, my personal act of looking infected me with a serious case of synesthesia. Spontaneous multisensory activation.

   Martino’s numinous architextures are transcendent topographies replete with vigorous flows of color harmonies, variable rhythmic cadences that pulse and dance, and even mystical melodies.  

    Eye keep hearing a magnificent symphony orchestra soaring.

Life at the Corner of Now and Not Yet

 

Life at the Corner of Now and Not Yet 

Don't Look Away When It's Looking At You

Nihilanth

Watching the End of the World

Brain Scorcher

By Tom Wachunas

 

“…I invite viewers to embark on a journey of contemplation and introspection, to confront the inevitability of mortality and the eternal quest for meaning. As we embrace the mystery of life and death, we come to understand the fragile beauty of our shared humanity, and the boundless depths of the human spirit. We are all arriving somewhere, but not here.”  - Kit Palencar

“Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.” – René Magritte

Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?  - Robert Browning

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.  – Hebrews 11:1

 

EXHIBIT: Arriving Somewhere, But Not Here – Paintings by Kit Palencar, at the Canton Museum Of Art/ 1001 Market Ave. N., Canton, Ohio/ THROUGH MARCH 2, 2025 /  Open Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays from 10 a.m. – 8 p.m., Fridays and Saturdays 10 a.m. – 5 p.m., and Sundays 1-5 p.m. Admission is free on Thursdays and the first Friday of every month

Artist statement: 

https://www.cantonart.org/exhibits/arriving-somewhere-not-here-paintings-kit-palencar-november-26-2024-march-2-2025

 

   With only a few more days left to view the marvelous exhibit by Cuyahoga Falls painter Kit Palencar at the Canton Museum of Art, my NOW is a mortifying state of apology for the lateness of this post. Please rest assured I’m not so self-possessed to think that my words alone would prompt anyone to see a particular art show at the last minute. But hey, I can dream, can’t I? Still, at this juncture I simply wish to offer my real gratitude for the museum’s curatorial generosity and wisdom in giving us this show, and most importantly, for Palencar’s profoundly soul-probing visions.    

   One of his exquisitely crafted paintings, titled Don’t Look Away When It’s Looking At You, is especially compelling to me. The dramatic, haunting spirituality which it embodies – both perplexing and vivifying - is characteristic of the entire exhibit.

   Standing in front of the painting as an observer, I nonetheless had the uncanny sensation that I too had been somehow painted into the scene to join the group of people depicted in the painting itself. What is the strange, pale-walled enclosure wherein they sit? There’s no ceiling. Sky is visible overhead, as well as through a small rectangular opening on the wall in front of us. Is this a classroom, a theater, a sanctuary? Am I present at, or interrupting, an impending event? Am I late for a lecture, a play, a dance or sermon? One woman in the group has turned her head and looks very intently at me. I can almost hear her speaking the title of the painting, “Don’t look away…”  Is she Palencar’s conscience, his muse?  Or mine? Or yours?  

   Poignant, mystifying and illuminating all at once, the beautiful paintings in this exhibit are eloquent object lessons in contemplation. Thomas Merton’s definition of that word perfectly captures the essence of Palencar’s work: Contemplation is at once the existential appreciation of our own “nothingness” and of the divine reality, perceived by ineffable spiritual contact within the depths of our own being.

   The depths of our own being. Don’t look away.

SPIRITUAL TABLEAUX

 

SPIRITUAL TABLEAUX 

The Sower

Tent of Meeting

Jonah Palimpsest

Holy Ground

 

Golden Calf

Ash Wednesday

By Tom Wachunas

 “The first demand any work of art makes upon us is to surrender. Look. Listen. Receive. Get yourself out of the way.” - C. S. Lewis

 

tableau – noun / ta-ˈblō /plural tableaux / 1: a graphic description or representation : picture /2: a striking or artistic grouping : arrangement, scene

theophany – noun  / thē-ˈä-fə-nē / plural theophanies: a visible manifestation of a deity

EXHIBIT: SPIRITUAL TABLEAUX – Art by Tom Wachunas, Feb.2 – Feb. 28, 2025, at Brewtifully, 2698 Easton St NE Canton, Ohio 44721, in Oakwood Square /  M- F 5pm - 9pm/ Sat 12 - 9pm /Sun 12 - 5pm/ Phone: 330-312-5229 / Opening reception Saturday Feb. 8, 5:00pm to 8:00pm.

   I am elated to announce that I am the February featured artist at Brewtifully Gallery in Oakwood Square. And THANK YOU Tracy Dawn Brewer! We will be installing my work on Feb. 1, and the opening reception for the exhibit will be from 5:00pm to 8:00pm on Saturday, February 8. The exhibit will be up until the end of February. Also, Brewtifully will be hosting a Creative Roundtable presentation and discussion on Tuesday, Feb.11, 7:00pm to 8:30pm, about the evolution of my aesthetic, including a power point image show of works spanning nearly 20 years. I value your presence, always eager to hear your thoughts. Let’s have a lively Q&A!!!

   Much of my artwork of the past 25 years has been in the form of mixed- media paintings, relief collages, or 3D assemblages which I call ‘spiritual tableaux.’ They illustrate – sometimes literally, sometimes metaphorically - a continuing personal embrace of Biblical content.

    These works are narratives, ‘written’ in a language of the heart, straddling or crossing boundaries both daunting and joyous, between struggle and surrender, between the accessible and the unknowable, between the mundane and the mystical. Consider them meditations, or perhaps even theophanies, offered by a disciple of Jesus Christ, symbolizing aspiration, inspiration, faith, and discovery.

https://www.facebook.com/Brewtifully/

https://www.tracydawnbrewer.com/storefront.html

A Beautifully Awakened Passion

 

  A Beautifully Awakened Passion

 

 

 

By Tom Wachunas

   “No permanence is ours; we are a wave /  That flows to fit whatever form it finds: / Through night or day, cathedral or the cave/ we pass forever, craving form that binds.”  - Hermann Hesse

 

 Excerpts from Canton Repository (Sept. 8, 2024) newspaper article by Ed Balint:

https://www.cantonrep.com/story/entertainment/2024/09/08/oakwood-square-in-plain-township-welcomes-brewtifully-art-boutique/74885183007/

“… Pushing the door open, a visitor's senses immediately go into overdrive, swept up by the eclectic and tasteful mix of artwork and gifts. Paintings, wallets made of vegan leather, books featuring augmented reality, clothing, yard flags, magnets, stickers, purses, rugs, pottery, pet scarves, art kits, night lights made and shaped of acetate.

Welcome to Brewtifully, the new art-forward shop at Oakwood Square shopping plaza, 2698 Easton St. NE. Opened by Stark County-based artist Tracy Dawn Brewer, it's her artistic vision becoming reality…A wall near the entrance will showcase a guest artist monthly…”

   And speaking of artistic visions and showcasing guest artists, the current exhibit at Brewtifully Gallery, on view until January 31, features a very impressive array of acrylic liquid-pour paintings on canvas, along with lots of coasters and magnets, by Andrea Marie. In looking at the alluring intricacy of her numerous small abstract paintings (most of them 5”x7” or 8”x10”), it’s especially worth noting that Andrea Marie is not a trained painter in the formal or academic sense of the word. So what accounts for the compelling beauty of her potent imagery?

   The artist explains: “For me it has been a saving grace. I started back during Covid lock-down. I found a passion for the vibrant and unpredictable world of fluid art. No pieces are the same. I can use the same color palette on different forms of canvases and it’s a totally different experience just in the way the paints move. With no formal training I’ve embraced experimentation and creativity as my teacher. In blending colors and textures to create abstract art, what I see in my art, someone else may see differently. That is why I never sign the front of my paintings. The way I like to see it hung may not be the way you like to see it hung. It just gives me great satisfaction and has awakened a new passion in me. It’s a great feeling knowing I can bring some joy to someone from something that makes me happy to create.”

   Ah yes, the “Covid lock-down.” That dreadful pandemic. That protracted, fractious season of social distancing, even distrust. I don’t think it too unreasonable to see Andrea Marie’s early ventures into painting as an antidote – a vaccine, if you will - to the rampant pain and anxiety and that had so riddled our culture. Painting as a form of personal therapy, or crisis management?

   What are we to make of these exquisite, untitled soul-stirring deliquescences? Where do these fluid and air-blown articulations send you? Of what are they speaking?  Jump across their synapses, their wiggly webs, their pools and puddles of pulsing possibilities. Name these lustrous notions and neuroanatomies for yourself. That’s the sheer fun of it all.

  In any case, instead of making dark, murky pictures about angst and isolation, much less death, Andrea Marie tells us she feels happy to “bring some joy to someone.”

    A note to the artist: Dear Andrea Marie, Message received. Mission accomplished. Thank you! P.S. I’m feeling hungry. Make more, and please don’t be afraid to make them larger next time.

 

Brewtifully is open 5-9 p.m. Monday through Friday; noon-9 p.m. on Saturdays; and noon-5 p.m. on Sundays.

https://www.tracydawnbrewer.com/

Unique Designs by Andrea Marie, on Facebook:

 https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61552441463362

CHRISTMAS REFLECTIONS

 

Christmas Reflections 

 

   Here I offer you for your contemplation my annual Christmas painting. It’s a very small picture of an immeasurably large truth. And if you read no other words in this year-ending ARTWACH post, I pray that you at least let these words from John 3:16 activate and inspire your Christmas spirit, indeed your life, now and forever forward:

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

   Still reading? Thank you! Let me help you unpack the ultimate Christmas gift with some additional reflections from C.S. Lewis.

 “In the Christian story, God descends to reascend. He comes down; down from the heights of absolute being into time and space, down into humanity; down further still, if embryologists are right, to recapitulate in the womb ancient and pre-human phases of life; down to the very roots and seabed of the Nature.” - from Miracles

“The Son of God became a man to enable men to become sons of God.” —  from Mere Christianity

And finally this, also from Mere Christianity:

   “Did you ever think, when you were a child, what fun it would be if your toys could come to life? Well suppose you could really have brought them to life. Imagine turning a tin soldier into a real little man. It would involve turning the tin into flesh. And suppose the tin soldier did not like it. He is not interested in flesh: all he sees is that the tin is being spoilt. He thinks you are killing him. He will do everything he can to prevent you. He will not be made into a man if he can help it.”

“What you would have done about that tin soldier I do not know. But what God did about us was this. The Second Person in God, the Son, became human Himself: was born into the world as an actual man— a real man of a particular height, with hair of a particular colour, speaking a particular language, weighing so many stone. The Eternal Being, who knows everything and who created the whole universe, became not only a man but (before that) a baby, and before that a foetus inside a Woman’s body. If you want to get the hang of it, think how you would like to become a slug or a crab.”

“The result of this was that you now had one man who really was what all men were intended to be: one man in whom the created life, derived from His Mother, allowed itself to be completely and perfectly turned into the begotten life. The natural human creature in Him was taken up fully into the divine Son. Thus in one instance humanity had, so to speak, arrived: had passed into the life of Christ. And because the whole difficulty for us is that the natural life has to be, in a sense, ‘killed’, He chose an earthly career which involved the killing of His human desires at every turn—poverty, misunderstanding from His own family, betrayal by one of His intimate friends, being jeered at and manhandled by the Police, and execution by torture. And then, after being thus killed—killed every day in a sense—the human creature in Him, because it was united to the divine Son, came to life again. The Man in Christ rose again: not only the God. That is the whole point. For the first time we saw a real man. One tin soldier—real tin, just like the rest—had come fully and splendidly alive…”

MAY All OF US BE SPLENDIDLY ALIVE AND HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS!

Oh How Her Gardens Grew!

 

Oh How Her Gardens Grew! 

Life Is A Balancing Act

American Grafitti

Everything But The Kitchen Sink

The Last Supper

The French Connection

See How My Garden Grows

By Tom Wachunas

 

“…Also inherent in this soup of paint, collage and accidents, is the subconscious mind lending to my creations the unknown factor. Tapping into the subconscious (which using my untrained hand facilitates) allows me to make work that relies on intuition, a mixture of art-historical and non-art resources in order to create funny, sometimes irreverent yet moving imagery.”

-Patricia Zinsmeister Parker

 

Obituary:    https://www.cantonrep.com/obituaries/pwoo1019397

 

   The news of Patricia Zinsmeister Parker’s recent passing continues to hit me hard. Her art has been a very frequent subject through nearly all the years that ARTWACH has existed. Yet overpowering, if not slowly assuaging my profound sadness at this juncture is my deepest gratitude for our friendship and the profound impact her art has made on our arts community in general.  

   Pat Parker was a flippant deconstructor, articulating the familiar side-by-side with the enigmatic. Her exquisitely refined unrefinement could invade our aesthetic comfort zones and rattle our predispositions for more conventional painting practices. She was a thoroughly compelling artist, and among the most prolific and important artists I have ever had the blessing and privilege to know. Equal parts dream weaver and reality shaper, she always painted in a delightful spirit of palpable muscularity.

   Insightful and inciteful, she made art that wagged a sassy finger in your face and rattled your sense of “finished” aesthetic decorum. She was a painter seriously engaged in mindful play, often not too unlike the proverbial kid who refuses to color inside the lines.

   Look long enough at a painting by Patricia Zinsmeister Parker and you might hear her right hand clapping and slapping while her left hand guffaws and giggles. One complemented and complimented the other.

   Her paintings are specific events in time. Decisions: the point at which she stopped painting the picture. As such, arrivals. Prior to those arrivals there were always stories. History of the artist, indeed even histories of art. There be ghosts in a Parker painting. Some shout. Some whisper. Some sing and dance. Actions. Moods. Remnants. Echoes.

    Underneath what’s immediately apparent in a Parker picture, you might find a person or a place or a thing, a riddle or a rumble, shaky shapes or loose lines lurking inside colliding clouds and clusters of colors both muted and stunningly electric. A brush with memory. A life that’s anything but still. An attitude, an essence. A gripping adventure in unmitigated seeing.

   So look long enough. A Parker painting is often a confluence of the mundane and mysterious. A joining of the very recent and very distant past  to make wholly new, present moments.

   Look long enough. A Parker painting is an activation of her inexhaustible exuberance at mark-making. You might even hear the sound of scrubbing, scribbling, or rubbing. Erasing and emoting. Feeling the push-pull of pure possibility.

   Look long enough. Unencumbered by rendering any laborious illusory minutiae of prosaic details, hers was a larger, deeper reality: the poetry of the painting process. Of creation.

   THANK YOU, Pat, for planting in me an indefatigable longing, and loving, to wonder, to write, and to look… longer. THANK YOU for inspiring me with the constancy of your ever-evolving aesthetic. For your personhood. May you Rest in Peace.