Friday, September 1, 2017

Kris Sanford at Blue Sky Gallery, Portland OR


Through the Lens of Desire

Kris Sanford at Blue Sky Gallery, Portland OR

Desire is often misunderstood and interpreted as a sexual notion but mostly we desire to be nurtured and loved for who we are not what we are.
As a group, gay people if that is a word, have been left out of the normal daily interaction that constitute a save protective environment for lovers. Marginalized as humans we had to hide our love and create secret social clubs as an outlet for communication with like.
Public display of gay love is still frowned at but the new generation of gays are not afraid anymore to claim their right to present their love as a gift to the world rather then a perversion.

more info at


http://www.blueskygallery.org/exhibition/kris-sanford/#1



Nan Curtis at Nine Gallery, Blue Sky Portland

What if we let it

by Nan Curtis

more info


http://www.blueskygallery.org/programs/nine-gallery/

What if we let ourselves ponder our points of view and the way we perceive each other and the environment around us. The place we live in is also our responsibility. It is easy to blame others, governments or politics for our situation but the truth is that as a collective we are the neighborhood we co-exist in. Ponder that and let your next steps be guided by that perspective and see this challenging installation at Blue Sky's Nine gallery.

























The Eclipse Show, curated by Christopher Rauschenberg at Blue Sky Gallery, Portland


The Eclipse Show, curated by Christopher Rauschenberg


With a keen eye for the spectacular in the conundrum of everyday life Christopher Rauschenberg assembled one of the best exhibits of the year. The human condition is worth paying attention to and the beauty is in the details that sometimes get lost in the chaos of the commercial news cycle. We are beautiful, unique and worth studying to get a better sense of what makes life worth its sacrifices so that future generations don't have to repeat over and over our misaligned visions of ourselves and the world around us.

more info at

http://www.blueskygallery.org/exhibition/eclipse-group-show/#1









Send in the art clowns by Richard Schemmerer

Send in the art clowns by Richard Schemmerer

The meaning of art is not in the art itself but in the masterminding a society has allowed to happen. Art is difficult is a statement I've seen circulated but art is not difficult per se but only in the spectrum of limited understanding conditioned by dumbing down society for political purposes based on a need to control the masses.

Art is like medication when absorbed correctly free of the need to judge on a like or dislike base which is a derogative behavior based on limited self-esteem that tries to elevate itself.
Nothing is needed to feel art but a willingness to be open to the interpretation of ones subconscious which has stored all the information needed to let the self reflect on the presented visual stimulation. Art is the flower in the asphalt jungle we have build around us for convenience and out of fear of Nature. We tried to tame Nature and now we try to tame art because both constantly threaten our limited beliefs of what life is all about which is an abundance of possibilities all waiting to manifest even if it is just for a brief moment.

Does art exist without the observing critic seems a logical question but our logic is limited to beliefs that have mostly no base in reality but indulge in superstition.
In a reversal of logic encouraged by a plagued by poverty social system we turn the artist into a clown destined to entertain us, amuse us or shock us, nevertheless the artist is seen in a subordinate position like being topped by a mass of ignorance.

Art is the aphrodisiac we try to find in the many pills we consume by the trillions on a daily base.
The simply act of witnessing can lead to a break through in any personally disorder and once we see artists as the shaman doctors they truly are we can indulge in hope. If we fail to do so this empirical system won't last either just like the pervious ones which we are now only able to admire through its remnants in the art that is left behind.



Friday, June 2, 2017

Wasteland by Richard Schemmerer

Brachland

Die Einsamkeit liegt brach wie ein entraupter Boden
dem die Frucht der Furcht den Atem stahl
vernebelt sind die Gefuehle im Schmachland
die Wiedergeburt des Hasses hat seinen Samen verspritzt
waehrend wir nichst ahnend im Online Facebook Wahn
aus der Bahn des lebendigen Lebens geschleudert wurden und
nun im Cyberspace verwittern wie eine vertrocknete Blume

Wasteland

The loneliness lay as a desolate ground
To whom the fruit of fear stole the breath
The feelings of shame are smothering us
The rebirth of hatred has spattered its seed
While we are not aware of the online Facebook delusion
We have been thrown out of the orbit of living life, and
Now in the Cyberspace weather we die like a Dried Flower



Wednesday, May 31, 2017

What is War by Richard Schemmerer




What is war but the acknowledgement
of the defeat of heart & soul
what is torture but the sell out
of your values

New York Love Affair by Richard Schemmerer


" ELNS Empty love nest syndrome" photography by Richard Schemmerer



NY love affair

you saw you came you conquered
you left me behind like a world
that had given you the opportunity
that was now to small to satisfy you
you came as a wide eyed country kid
to step past me like a cruel joker that
was dealt a better hand to play with
I burned my tongue on your hot body
and all I am left with are blisters to proof
that it was real even if it was to good
to last to be true to be worth the effort
I never saw it coming that I changed you
so fast that even betrayal was not the cause
but the ravenous heart of youth that had
sucked my tainted aged blood like a freebie
when it was meant as life line for both of us
ah New York you did it again to lull me in
only to spit me back out like a chewed out gum
like a cheap Sex in the City tryst not worth
to be cried over to be sullen like a spurned
lover to keep repeating like the sequel of a soap
and now I see you happy your daily updates
on Facebook that used to contain my face
while my updates are now of the cats and dogs
of the lonely once more in the midst of the
this huzzle and buzzle like bees craving for
attention because we all have this disorder
that we want we need to be loved in some
weird way that makes us unhappy even
when we are finally find that love for awhile
a love that is only visiting like a tourist a
big city excited full of electricity to dive in
head over heels even with a naked soul
to bath in its spoiled unique colors and flavors
like tasting from the essence of a new lover
only to get tired of its all to willing sweetness
a love that becomes a prison of wants
a self fulfilling nightmare where one is relieved
to have escaped and the other graven in sorrow



copyright by Richard Schemmerer