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New Painting and An Interesting Story About It

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New painting up on the artwork page called “Stigmata.” It’s a two piece type deal too. I’m a bit burned out on painting now, so this might be the last one for a few months until I get the itch again. My board has been calling me lately, so have my stories, and so have many other people and places- so I think it’s their time to shine now. I’m going to redo that artwork page and spruce up this blog a bit in general anyways, so keep checking that page from time to time.

Now, on to an explanation about this piece.

In case you’re wondering, the stigmata is Catholic phenomenon in which a person mysteriously receives the crucifixion wounds Jesus endured during His death. So, basically, you’re just chilling on the couch and then all of the sudden, you have gaping sores on you palms that are gushing blood. Though this is usually the case, you can also get additional wounds around your head (crown of thorns) or on your feet. So far there isn’t a great scientific explanation for it and it usually occurs in women. They happened a decent amount during the Middle Ages, but a good deal still happen even today- Zlatko Sudac is a forty year old Croatian priest who apparently has it going on all the time. The most famous person to receive the stigmata was St. Francis of Assisi. He was basically the first hippie- gave up all his money, wandered Italy doing random acts of kindness, and supposedly he could talk to animals.

St. Francis of Assisi giving props.

I have always been sort of intrigued by this stuff since I was a kid. As alluded too many times before on this blog, I grew up Catholic. NC State is actually the first secular school I’ve ever been to. I identify as Catholic, but I guess I sort of take my own spin on it too. I’m really interested in all sorts of religions (Buddhism, Hinduism, fringe Christian groups, etc.- I wanted to get a minor in religious studies but didn’t have the time) and I never judge people for their beliefs or their non-beliefs. I’ve got friends who are devout Catholics, Protestants, Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims, atheists, and maybe even a closet Satanist or two- but I treat them all the same. Why wouldn’t I? That’s never really influenced my opinion of someone. I’m a big believer in just being a good person to your fellow man, and leaving whatever you want to believe to yourself. In the end, we probably all end up in some cosmic Disney Land anyways.

So, back to the painting. Francis is my confirmation name. In Catholicism, about the time you hit puberty, you get “confirmed.” Basically, you become a member of the Church- you can now either become a priest or marry (or receive the last rites if you think you’re going to die.) When you do this, you basically choose a saint’s name to go by in addition to your birth one and you get oil on your head in a candlelight ceremony. I guess it looks creepy to someone not in the know, but so does lots of religious stuff. I chose Francis as my confirmation name because this one kid at school thought that was my name and I never corrected him for years. I also picked it because Francis of Assisi was my favorite saint (well, one of the only one’s I could remember when I had to decide on it.) He was basically a chill, friendly, quiet wanderer type- kind of like John Lennon or something, but with a wolf companion instead of Yoko Ono.

So, when I was doing all these paintings of hands (which I have now grown immensely tired of), I figured that was sort of a fitting end to them- a stigmata. Yet, I wanted to do something special at the same time. I figured, “why not drip some of my own blood into the red paint?” Now, before you go and call a shrink on me, hear me out. This isn’t self mutilation or a cry for help or something. I seriously love my life and would never want to hurt myself or anyone else. I try to treat my body very well and am in very good mental health. I think it’s because I’m so happy and healthy that I wanted to do it actually. I just wanted to throw myself into the “role”, if you will. So, that’s what I did- I bit my lip, slit my middle finger open with a parring knife, and dripped some of my own blood into the paint while my friend Lily took photos of the whole thing. The medium is literally acrylic and blood on canvas. We always talk about putting our blood and sweat into our work, and this truly that.

It’s not a great work of art, but it’s definitely type A negative. More content on the way.

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Written by dstclaire

June 20, 2011 at 12:55 am

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  1. Thats awesome man, really nice stuff. The painting was cool, and the idea with the blood was an awesome touch.


    June 20, 2011 at 1:38 am

  2. Thanks Doc!


    June 20, 2011 at 4:43 pm

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