PDX Art: "Wonderland" is here by Richard Schemmerer

Liberation

Talking thinking creating displaying a new version of something
that has been explored before in many artistic languages
happenings that sweat with the lust of ornate language
like ripe fruit titillating the brain
Symbols of past and present guide desires to conquer the screen of liberation
ready for digestion by a angry populous
fragments of delusion fight for recognition
hot thoughts belch out narrowed vocabulary
Yelling with freakish pitch its message into
the abyss of the intellect
discourse is distorting the time space relations
bouncing like the echo of the howl of gallery walls
beg with estranged messages for understanding
to find completion in the act
copulating with the other ways of thinking
to reorient the self and its path to be of value
for a greater good that leads to a greater world

Visual enticement beckons us to pay attention
to our own wants and needs instead of that of
the prescribed pharmaceutical stimulants
that alter our Ego but not our heart

so that we can stop being reduced to a statistic in political polls
but find out for our self's what Peace of mind
of heart and Peace for all truly means



Peace from the ashesby Richard Schemmerer

he Golden Dawn is gone
The wind of fear is blowing
Through the burning hallways
Of our sacrificed love
Sacrificed in the name of unleashed hate
For an infinitely replaceable enemy
How many generations
Have to give their lifeblood
In the name of a killing freedom
A freedom that eats away
Our rights, our joy, our humanity
That leaves us cold to the plied
Of other less fortunate cultures
Our souls are yearning
For the phoenix to rise
Out of the field of destruction
Our thoughtless actions
Cut into the landscape of the future
As we carry the pain we inflict
Into our sanctuaries of the heart
To project them in anger onto others
Earth is crying out to our compassion
As her skin rips apart from all the hatred
And her beauty is ravaged by hurricanes
Of a corrupted mass consciousness
That is whipped into paranoia
By the war lords of the dark world
The ones who see only in black and white
The clear vision is blurred
By defensive spiteful rhetoric
The dust of ignorance is stirred up
By fear promoting fascistic ideology
Isolationism has replaced global humanism
No child left behind turned into
The nightmares of coming generations
There is a dream that rises
Above the path of destruction
A thought that creates possibilities
A word that fills itself with love
Action that proves the validity of faith
Humans that speak their truth
And dare to shine their light in the darkness
There is a vision that out of this mess we created
There will rise manifold lessons for us
Which we eagerly, gratefully accept and learn
There is a vision for a freedom for all
So that we at least didn't burn down our once
Respected values and dignity for nothing
There is a vision that those broken pieces
Lying covered in the dust will rise up again
To form a greater peace
A Peace from the Ashes

PDX Art: Mac&Cheese anyone by Richard Schemmerer

Mac and Cheese anyone

The naked issue where nobody is naked
The scene
In the window of a book store chain wishing the small cozy stores from yester years would still be an option.
It’s me looking out at a mall parking lot wishing it were a lively street with happy people strolling.
I am browsing through the newest “Flap” of “Attitude” staring at a group shot of a bunch of guys above the headline “ Keeping it real” with all their genitals covered with a colored banner over them with their name on it as if their penises had names and not them.
An older guy walks by not that I am young but as long as I see myself as younger there will be that kind of older than me guys
he walks by and stops in his tracks veers of his beaten path towards the coffee bar comes closer and stares with his mouth wide open exposing a set of fake yellow teeth.
There was nothing obscene to see but he gave me that look like how dare you to open a mag like this in public the look that exposes a mind brain washed into thinking that the naked human body is dirty evil imperfect or disgusting.
I stared back at him stared at his crotch which always irritates men as if their constantly worried that they are in adequate enough stared at his gaping mouth until he moved on with a gasp to keep getting caffeinated.
He was aghast that there was so much flesh to see and I was upset that not enough of the promised nakedness was visible.
That’s why I titled it “Mac and Cheese” to get your mouth watering thinking this is about food but it’s not.
The media knows how to trick us like a pony holding out carrots and then gives us the finger instead.
Puritanical values are exploited and liberal attitudes are manipulated to fit the tyranny of the day.
Not even a gay magazine that’s sold sealed behind a sterile cellophane sheet dares to do the political correct thing and show us in the nude as God willing as we are created.
There will be a penis in my next show and sex yes explicit sex in my new book because why are the Iranians protesting sacrificing their lives and livelihoods for a freedom that is no freedom but a wrapped package of extended rules just another self ruled set of limitations with a longer leash.
Wonderland for adults only it’s good not to be desensitized to my personal freedom a freedom
which includes a gentle madness but also nakedness in all its variations.
All my life I covered up because of my need for peace or some unspoken conventions undefined limits and un requited desires.
I look at red lips and dream of sexual organs ready to be explored. I think of touch and smell and taste of being alive within and outside my body belonging like the air that wraps around me every time I breathe engulfs me like glue that holds all things together.
I am a walking stimulus package consolidating data like an endorphin driven super computer with its radar on gay high alert.
My wound is my nakedness my need to escape the self inflicted limitations I copied from a stifled society that wants me to be unhappy like them.
Wants me to be a character in my own human play a desexualized hominoid but there is not enough fabric of lies to cover up my existence.
I built on this vulnerable frame of mine a layer of steely conviction and I dare to lay bare my souls dynamic wonder so others can come and join me in Wonderland the only place worth living in where nakedness is the rule and the fleshliness of humanity is celebrated.
Because we are born out of a bloody vagina and I dare saying that I am forever grateful for that.

PDX Art: Art on the Street

This is an Ode
not an Ode to Joy or War but to the Artist at the beginning of a maybe carrier who puts him self out there into public view with the fruit of his creation.
Most of us never give it a second thought how much effort goes into making Art and how much courage it takes to expose one's self to the eye of the observer.
Often we walk by and in our minds we belittle them thinking of them as losers or
"the unsuccessful/un-represented" by a confining commercial structure.
Instead of acknowledging their effort to please us and engage us into a dialog about the value of beauty and the meaning of consumption we step past them almost over them on our rush to quick judgments.

PDX Art: Art in July at Guardino Gallery

Kelly Neidig paints abstract landscapes
Shalene Valenzuela’s creates ceramic work
Kim Hamblin plays with mixed media
contact
www.guardinogallery.com

PDX Art:" Wonderland" at Virtuoso Studios by Richard Schemmerer

Wonder statement
"Wonderland" the escape from desire & the desire to escape

or when enough is not enough when the hole we try to fill is somebody else's wishful thinking
when we lose perspective about proportion and effect
when others have real hunger and we hunger for attention when all the accolades create only a wish to vanish when the infinite cycles of love & pain & lust & despair become nauseating and we don't remember where the breaks are.

Society is not our guide but intuition is.
Society tells us we are not enough as we are and that we need to enhance ourselves with riches real or imagined because society is just an empty idea made by our mind so we can self reflect and find our place in the pecking order of the unfolding universal creation.
A bigger house or dick wont satisfy us for long and we start to stray from a simple healthy life style into a world of escapism which promises us constant entertainment but sooner than later we will become the butt of its joke.

As things get crazier and crazier we lose footing in the stable world and start living in a "Ersatz Reality" a replacement phantasm and try frenetically to adjust all of our habits towards its fulfillment until we can’t recognize anymore who we were when we started out before we fell into “The wishing Well"

Never the less the wqheel keeps on turning and the show will go on
so please join me for the Opening events
on July 2 from 6 PM -- 10 PM at

Virtusos Studios
at The Evereett Station Lofts
323 NW 6th Ave.
Portland
contacwww.virtusosostudios.com
http://pdxart.blogspot.com
launchitnow@aol.com

PDX Art: "Bohemian Rhapsody Revived" by Richard Schemmerer

Bohemian Rhapsody Revived

Naked ambition exposed roles reversed – revived as art returns to its promiscuous roots mixing and mingling with life styles and anachronistic tendencies.

Art as aphrodisiac as equal parts tranquilizer to saturate the emotional needs.
No sense to beat around the bush” life is apocalyptic” like it or hate it life doesn’t give a fuck.
Counter culture is alive and well still delivers the escapist punch and lures with alternative life style choices.
It is hip to be round to be square to spit convention in its face mask to ridicule the “Status quo” while speaking from cloud Nine smoking pixie dust.
Nobody wants to grow and for sure not to grow up.

My devils fornicate with your desires my will be done onto you as long as you consent.
Just like a prayer still means shooting head first into the pipe dream at evanescent youth
Wringing ones soul out to “Thriller” as if it was truly an Art.
Rededicate re-designate your escape make it count on your biological clock like a ball point drawing that overlays its life lines like Olympians with a brain.
The masquerade makes only sense when you have a place to go to be observed or a war zone to get agitated about.
I remember a show I did on an American Street about gentrification which stands for take the old fallen down and re-brand it and re-sell it for an inflationary price
What I got was die yuppie scum smeared in excrements on my window display
Like “Corpus delicty” for my misconception
Freedom has a tag smeared across its face showing its bling studded teeth that lure us into believing that is worth dying for a Hollywood bastardized freedom
or for religious rebellious self flagellation as if guilt was a weapon of mass distraction yes distracted we are easily by pop culture phenomenon that has meaninglessness plaster on its hollowed out worth.
If we only want to life as if there is no tomorrow than all tomorrows will be futile which is of course is true in a way the strange way of now logic.
What’s morally of value and to whom?
Is it better to be a functioning robot for an industry that sucks money out of our starved egos or a stark raving lunatic that sees enemies on every corner of his overplayed mind?
Mythology doesn’t care it only wants you to die believing that you where more than what looked back at you in the mirror.
So doing the right thing is always a thing anticipating a tomorrow with its false promises.
Today is the cold breath of reality looking for lovely thoughts to warm its low hanging balls onto it because stories have their own way to unfold and desire our attention to detailed information if its misinforms.
The invention of convention is the mother of all deceit. Easy formulas and catchy songs leave us with a bitter after taste letting us know that potential also means real time hardship.
The deck has to be cleaned of personal politics with its tactics of bribe and false promises and faked up Super Stars that whip us into idol worship.
Who lives up his own dreams? Who can reach out to the promise that existence has a gateway to a higher consciousness?
Every day we open our mind like a cheap dollar store for business with crap from a universal Made in China and sometimes we cross into territory that leaves us vulnerable to catastrophes and phobias because we slip into sentimentality like into a cozy night gown which in truth is made to be a net of commercialized entanglement.
I know that truth makes things complicated
I know that my mind is a stranger’s land an enclave of rejects and defaults and an island of has-beens wanna-bees.
All its many rooms are subleased to exes and futures to identity thief’s and carpet baggers to loan sharks and that MY SELF HAS BEEN piggy backed by crazy ideas of projected fame and losing pipe dreams hosting idealized versions of a Human Being THAT NEEDS TO HAVE FAME AS VALIDATION.
As I look into the face of this man / woman in the mirror I have to say
it’s time to be myself
the best self not the best manipulator or best manipulated not a dreamer but builder not an escape artist by an example to all that care to see.

PDX Art: Arvie Smith at Beppu Wiarda Gallery

excerpts from artist statement
For those who have lived even a couple of decades the past will not be erased. But for the babies, the children, it is they that will know a different world. They will know a world where “hope and optimism” will be rewarded, where “opportunity” is not just a slogan, where old stereotypes are shattered, where “equal justice for all” is not an empty concept, and where the president of their country looks like them. The shackles of racism and poverty have been unlocked.


contact
www.beppugallery.com

PDX Art: Scott Mazariegos at Ogle

contact
www.ogleinc.com

PDX Art: Bill Dean at PDX Contemporary Art window project

"To much time on my hand"
by Bill Dean
contact
www.pdxcontemporaryart.com

PDX Art: Invitation to "Wonderland " by Richard Schemmerer

One can say “Art is but the reflection of everything and anything that exists visible or invisible perceived or discarded appreciated or judged as lesser than thou”.

Art also is an exploration into the subconscious which didn't exist as such until the 1900 to reveal hidden emotions if they are truly hidden and to bring them to the surface which can mean outbursts of elation or spurts of displeasure and can be in public view or clammed away in the black hole where all of the censored expressions end up to re-manifest as neurotic behavior.

Art serves as a conduit for desire and it can be a vehicle for escapism.

With the artistic tools of an urban shaman that is somebody who is interested in the influences of contemporary society on our state of equilibrium
I will try with this art exhibition with the help of abstracted metaphor to excavate sacred truths from the realms of the unfolding life.
By using my the freedom of expression I’ll attempt to positively affirm that life is worth its ultimate price which is life itself.

Of course this is just my temporary opinion based on my pre-conceived notions and has no true value for anyone else but my many self's which desire to be noticed and celebrated but are constantly attempting to escape any mature efforts to solidify their role as a Stuart of their own universe.

PDX Art: "My mind is a Wonderland" by Richard Schemmerer

My mind is a Wonderland

My mind is an orchestra which plays many instruments at once with which it conducts its own symphony.
My mind is the parachute that drapes me in foreign territory
My mind is like a comet colliding in far regions
My mind is a map maker that lays out my course of movement and direction
my mind is the butter fly wing that is changing the equation with each new whimper
My mind is a wonderland that conjures up images which are invisible to others and have no material reflection
My mind is the creator of a reality and a master in escapism
My mind is the goose that lays the golden eggs into the basket of my potential to add vision to my personal treasures
My mind is the blow up doll that gives me pleasure whenever my thoughts go astray
My mind is the judge of the world and its redeemer as it hands out forgiveness like bread for the poor
My mind is the reminder that we are only guests on this planet and that nobody had promised us that we inherit a wonderland
My mind is a nomad always in search of newer fresher wonders to refuel its caring heart
My mind is a shelter that houses my life like a museum like the Louvre in Paris with its master pieces
My mind is the internal director that tells me what and how to see how to categorize and what and how to remember it
My mind is the puppet master that jolts my limbs into action and moves me like a target chased down by options of failure or success
My mind is the protagonist and I am its victim because nothing is certain but survival is desired and death is inevitable
My mind gives meaning to my seemingly random experiences and fleshes it out with gushing emotions pulled from the drawers of a bootlegged humanity
My mind likes to indulge in wishful thinking as if it was a box full of See’s candies
My mind strives for extra ordinary recognition with the zeal of a loony baboon
My mind is the gate to the inside of my being
My mind is the Wonderland that lets me excape my creations

PDX Art: Katie Simpson at Black Fish Gallery

check out Katie's window installation "Could be Woods"
contact
www.blackfish.com

PDX Art: Ben Young at Tractor Gallery

more info about Ben's installation at
www.tractorpdx.com