Crows are something else, aren't they? They bring something mysterious, enchanting, magical and a feel of wisdom, somehow. This painting is called, Ancient Moon. It has a very old and magical vibe, but I've brought the style into our modern world. When I was a little boy, drawing, enchanted by art, hypnotized by being an artist, I didn't think about crows.
Now, in this new year of 2020, crows are on my mind and in my soul. They are all around me, all around you, and they call out to us. Several years ago, as I was about to paint my first crow, I merely thought it would be cool and fun to paint them. Now, I realize there's something very curious and powerful about them. They are survivors. They are intelligent. They look and act like maybe they know something we don't. Perhaps they bring secrets from the ancient world.
Have you ever loved somebody? I mean REALLY loved 'em. I have and do. Her name is Misty. She's a firecracker! She tells me when I suck and when I'm being a douche. THAT's love! ;)
This piece, called, Never Cold, tells of a real relationship. It speaks of couples that stick together no matter what. It tells a tale of no matter what the weather or how cold the world is, that couple makes their own warmth, their own magic, and are NEVER COLD.
If you're lucky enough to find a love like mine, remember to love like there is no tomorrow. If the love is real, your love shall never go cold. X.
Happy New Year!
I want to thank those who collected my art this past year. You're deeply appreciated.
I called this painting, The Old City at Dusk. The people and the shadows have stories to tell. The old European feel and mood, the talking and whispering, and the beauty of the worn buildings, capture the soul. We want to see more. We want to absorb it all, like hungry ghosts at dusk.
The spirits of the old city are mixed with melancholy, joy, sadness and excitement.
This painting reminds me of how I feel when I'm in my painting realm. It's as if entities from The Other Side visit me, they whisper in my ear, they edge me on, they make a friend out of me. Sound weird? Not if you're an eccentric character like me. Heh-heh-heh...
Perhaps, one day, if you're in an old city, with an amazing old, wonderful vibe, the spirits shall whisper to you, "Take a chance, look a little deeper, into the shadows, into the darkness, and you may discover a whole other world."
Ah, the artist. He's a strange one. He's moody, emotional, complex, and a general pain in the bum. But, then there's a groovy and successful book. This book, my book, that I'm proud of, Carl Parker: A Life In Paint. It's doing really well. It's available from Amazon. I must thank people who end up with it, it was years in the making, it's particles of a life, my life. X
With a deep breath and your strong heart
you will know to walk by the ocean
When a smile comes upon your lips, you will know your serenity
The spirits of the ocean will talk to you
When you see a shape moving toward you down the long beach
You will know I am near
When the gulls cry and the salty spray touches your soul
You will know your heart will grow
I am almost there
I will be with you
Our bond is forever
Love will shine for the spirits to see
The gulls cry again
We join hands
The angels do sing
Please stay forever
You are my blood
You are my sister
How I have missed you
How the ocean has missed you
Some paintings are more complex than others. My style, my voice, my way with paint and a canvas, contains a certain complexity. My art is not for everyone and that's okay. After all, that's the way of the world, sometimes. However, I am VERY blessed that a lot of people do like my art. Today, this Christmas Day, 2019, I thank you collectors. You are appreciated.
This painting, The Old City at Dusk is not for the person who doesn't crave something unique. This piece is VERY unique, to some, even strange. To me, it's just my creative flow, me listening to the good ghosts that direct my hand, that whisper in the night. They know much more than I do.
Welcome to the OTHER SIDE, where the collector can also hear the whispers of the good ghosts. X...
Remember when you were a wee tot, just a little fart, a small child, no money in your hands and poop in your pants? I do. But, the world and nature were AWESOME. I'd go trudging around the bogs and mud, exploring, searching, wanting to look at EVERYTHING. I have great memories of my sis having to come down and pull me out of mud I was stuck in going down three feet in my school yard. She was five years older and often saving me from stuff, including invading, older bullies. :)
This painting, Close to Heaven, is a celebration of nature, Mother Nature, our childhood nature and Father Sky, the watcher of EVERYTHING.
In autumn (my fave season), I really let go. I am a kid again. My heart sings. I walk outdoors a lot. The cooler air, the smell, the changing, it's all lovely. It's very freeing and very healing.
Next time you find yourself out in nature, be a kid, be adventurous, take the hands of Mother Nature and Father Sky, and soar away to Heaven, the Heaven that only the pure, child-mind can possess. X
Crows. They're something special. They helped me many, many times. I have crow work around the globe. They have lessons to teach and they remind us to keep going, to be strong and courageous, resourceful, crafty and sly, smart, and decisive. They're pretty amazing.
Crows and their mystique go way back. For instance, the native Americans embraced them in their culture as symbols of powers from the spirit world that makes its way into our reality through the crow. There is something...different about them.
When I started painting them, there was a light bulb moment for me. I was looking out a very odd, very old window, in a very old place, and I noticed some crows outside on a telephone wire. I was standing at a canvas at that moment, so I let the paint rip. The crow art was immediately embraced and the rest is history.
Whatever you may think of the black creatures, one thing's for sure, they're a big part of our reality and are probably here to stay.
In this painting, I wanted to capture their mystery and mysticism, the light and dark, beauty, and a little of the macabre they're also associated with.
May the crows be with you... ;) X
Have you ever noticed that crows watch us. They watch closely. They are serious survivors, and so they need to be. Nature can be cruel. The elements have no sympathy.
This piece, Night Watch, shows a mystical crow in the moonlight. What secrets could the crow tell? What crazy or lovely things could the crow relay? We shall never know, but would we really want to?
Crows have been the subject for so many things such as evil, good, animal totem power, messengers for the Other Side/Spirit World, messengers for the dead, hated corn crop eaters, nuisances, foe to farmers, friends to the homeless, friends of the wolf, friends to the native person, feared, loved, a pet, something to holler at or throw rocks at, subject for many artists, subject of many book, and so on. I can say that when I paint them in my own way, something interesting happens. I find I feel playful.
However you feel about the crow, there's one thing for sure, they have become a huge part of culture. They are giants of our age and the New Age.
Maybe, next time you're out and about, you'll think to observe them as closely as they are surely observing you.
As a Canadian artist who's dedicated most of his life to art (41 years out of 49), his own art, the blood, sweat and tears (literally!), and ends up with collectors way over in Australia, it's a beautiful thing. I'm from a little eastern Canadian city called Fredericton, population of 47,000, am self-taught, was quite poor most of my life, come from a broken and dysfunctional home, high school dropout, former hothead with Asperger's Syndrome who stuttered as a child. Well, I worked like a dog for my art. There's no secret, it's all about work. There's some natural ability, interest and aptitude there, but mostly VERY hard work. There were times things got so rough, I'm lucky to still be here. Was it worth it? You're damned right.
God save Australia and thank you to the classy person who acquired these two paintings. You're a gift.