September 19, 2023 by Pat Hartman

The Gram Parsons Dreamings

“Cosmic American” music founder Gram Parsons died at Joshua Tree, California, on September 19, 1973. He was 26 years old. Now, more than half a century later, devotees still make pilgrimages to the place where his life ended.

Because they had made a pact, Phil Kaufman acquired Parsons’ body at the airport and took it back to the desert for a poorly planned, highly unorthodox cremation. Around this event exists a mass of both fact and legend.

This series commemorates the love that Gram Parsons felt for Joshua Tree, and various aspects of his life and genius.

The Dreamings

The Dreamtime is a temporary autonomous zone where anything goes. Change is the only constant. Things are consistent through their very inconsistency. Symbolism can be traditional and shared throughout the culture, or it can be very personal and subjective.

The Dreamtime reconciles opposites. In the Dreamtime it can be day and night, past and present, simultaneously. Sun and stars, moon and rainbow, can coexist. Things can be seen from inside and outside, from level ground and from the sky above. Abstract and representational; spiritual and material; in the Dreamtime all dichotomies are reconciled.

Like the Australian Aboriginal art which inspires them, the paintings have no up-down orientation but can be hung any way. In line with tradition, most of the paint is applied with twigs from trees.

Gram Parsons Dreaming #1 (sold)

Gram Parsons Dreaming #2 (sold)

Gram Parsons Dreaming #3

Cap Rock, Joshua trees, a psychedelic sky in turmoil, and fire symbolizing either the cremation or the burning desert sun.

round 16″ diameter, acrylics on masonite, ready to hang

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Gram Parsons Dreaming #4

Cap Rock, Joshua trees, the cremation fire and smoke, acoustic guitars.

16″ diameter, acrylic paints on masonite, ready to hang
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #5 (sold)

with Joshua trees, and part of the hat Parsons wore with the rhinestone cowboy suit made for him by the designer Nudie.
Also, some wild horses. (Who really wrote that song?)
And Cap Rock, the nearest natural feature to where Parsons and his coffin were set afire.
The mass of flame is both the desert sun and the scene of the botched cremation.

Gram Parsons Dreaming #6

Amid Joshua trees, a shadowy figure embraces his guitar. From the coffin, flame ascends to the cremation fireball. Or maybe it’s only the searing desert sun. Or a symbolic Star. All is enclosed within the frame of a mirror, said to be the only object in Room 8 not replaced since Gram Parsons died.
Shown here against two different color backgrounds
16″ diameter, acrylic paints on masonite, ready to hang
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #7 (re-homed)

What might be seen on a trippy day, or even an ordinary day
16″ diameter, acrylic paints on masonite, ready to hang
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #8

In the grand tradition of Gram Parsons iconography, this round 16″ original painting includes
Cap Rock, Joshua trees, a Grievous Angel wing, the coffin, the cremation fire, wild horses, stars from the hat brim, sun, moon, and Room 8 door numeral.
16″ diameter acrylics on medium density fiberboard
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #9 (sold)

Central is the desert sun/cremation blaze.
The border is Mobius strip/infinity symbol/Room 8 reference.
A silhouetted Gram figure sits in meditation, with chakras and an aura.
accompanied by Joshua trees, horses with attitude, UFOs, and kites.
(Ian Dunlop’s book tells how he and Gram went kite-flying and agreed that it was like an out-of-body experience. Gram said his father made kites for him and took him out to fly them.)
This painting has glints of metallic copper.

A round painting, 12″ diameter Acrylics on MDF

Gram Parsons Dreaming #10

It includes Joshua Trees (of course); Möbius strip / infinity symbol / Room 8 numeral;
Grievous Angel wings; wild horses; kites and crystal balls (both referenced in Ian Dunlop’s book)

The painting is acrylic on medium density fiberboard, circular and 12″ in diameter.
(finished on New Years Eve 2023)
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #11

Centered on Joshua trees, with cannabis leaves in the style of Nudie, designer of the rhinestone cowboy suits.
A still figure whose mind is soaring. (Remember when he went tripping in the High Desert with Keith Richards and other friends?)
A flaming coffin.
A spacecraft illuminates Cap Rock.
The Safe at Home shrine.
Acrylics on medium density fiberboard, round 16″ diameter, ready to hang.
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #12

A variation on #11

Centered on Joshua trees.
A still figure whose mind is soaring. (Remember when he went tripping in the High Desert with Keith Richards and other friends?)
A flaming coffin. Some wild horses.
A spacecraft illuminates Cap Rock.
The Safe at Home shrine.
Acrylics on medium density fiberboard, round 16″ diameter, ready to hang.
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Gram Parsons Dreaming #13

The red, white and blue shirt with the fringe and fancy belt.
The blue velvet pants, said to have belonged to Mick Jagger then to Keith Richards before being given to Gram, who later passed them on to John Nuese.
The green top hat that Gram wore and then gave to Leon Russell, who rocked it throughout the Mad Dogs and Englishmen tour.
The gorgeous purple shirt lovingly made for Gram by Pamela Des Barres. The GP initials she embroidered also appear in the central star of the painting.
The border is the silver choker that now belongs to Polly Parsons.
Acrylics on medium density fiberboard, round 16″ diameter, ready to hang.
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March 4, 2018 by Pat Hartman

Life Imitates Art

This first picture is a page from a fairy-tale book I had as a kid.

prototype

A whole lot of years later, I lived in 2 basement rooms (and would still be there, if the same people owned the house) and after I made a very amateurish attempt at panoramic photos with an old camera, the resulting pictures reminded me of the underground elf workshop. First, the library/gallery/shipping room/kitchen:
living room
living room 2

And office/gallery/art studio/sewing room/bedroom:

bedroom 1

bedroom 2

October 19, 2017 by Pat Hartman

Stages of Eric Johnson

August 21, 2014 by Pat Hartman

Drawings from the Distant Past

March 23, 2013 by Pat Hartman

My First Painting Ever

There always has to be a first time, right? It was around 1970, and somewhere a piece of paper torn from a notebook describes the exact circumstances by which it came about. All I can guess is that someone donated a canvas and a couple of tubes of oil paint, which makes this not only my first painting, but my first oil painting, and my only oil painting. Quite a lot of significance for one picture to carry!

It looks like shit with that glare, and one day I’ll crank up PhotoShop and do a reconstruction job on it.

The idea was inchoate at the time, which is probably why I felt such a strong need to paint it. Later on expressed in words it came out like this: The most highly developed form of human is the mentally androgynous person. Miriam says it better. “In Praise of Androgyny”

When I left town, I gave the painting to Jim Perry. If you’re out there, Jim, I hope you’re still taking good care of it, and yourself.

March 21, 2013 by Pat Hartman

Dream Sun, aka Dream Cliff

In my early 20s there was a breakup with a husband – again – and I was sleeping at my grandma’s, when I dreamed this. It’s kind of amazing that even as a couch-surfer, I had a sketch pad and watercolors at hand. That was the start of the picture I call sometimes “Dream Sun” and sometimes “Dream Cliff.”

A whole lot of years later, when I belonged to an artists’ co-op, I painted the square version in acrylics and someone bought it.

The next one is of course a collage, with pieces cut from magazine pages. I made it for a Salon: A Journal of Aesthetics theme issue on the topics of Love, Sex and Relationships. Since our process was straight photocopying, I knew it would only be seen in black and white so the colors didn’t matter. I did the lettering with typewriter correction fluid that comes in a bottle with a little brush attached to the lid, because it was easier than finding white paint and a regular brush. The words say,

“The ancients glorified the instinct and were prepared on its account to honor even an inferior object; while we despise the instinctual activity in itself, and find excuses for it only in the merit of the object.” ——Freud

Somewhere around that time, I was looking at a book of microphotographs and found this picture of the crystalline structure of basalt, which immediately reminded me of the look and feel of the original dream vision.

A lot more time went by, and the next iteration of the idea must have been my first rudimentary attempt at using a drawing program on a computer and it exists only as an electronic chimera, never having so much as been printed out.

A few years ago I decided to have at it again, partly as therapy for some emotional upset. I still like this one (acrylics, 18” x 24”) but might give it another go some time.

Dream Sun can be found at Etsy.

February 18, 2013 by Pat Hartman

Braggin’ on Theresa Rose

An essential thing for an artist to have is a gang of brilliant artistic friends. And do I ever! One of them is Theresa Rose. I became a fangirl way back when I first moved to town, and read an article about Theresa and the guy she used to be married to. I exclaimed, to the guy I used to be married to, “We gotta meet these people!”

What with one thing and another, Theresa and I eventually were members of a co-op art gallery, and this is us getting ready for a show.

Here’s Theresa with one of her life-size rock star portraits:

She did a couple of covers for Salon: A Journal of Aesthetics, which I used to publish, and also contributed several segments of her gorgeous graphic novel “The Dragon Priest” to various issues of the zine.

Here’s one of her drawings from that period, “Khordan the Guitar Hero.”

And now she has written a novel that is everything a novel ought to be. Plus, Golden River has made it through the first two levels of a major writing competition. Here is the soon-to-be-renowned author, just a couple of months ago.

In another role, Theresa is a muse. At a site called Cache La Pottery, you can see some of the artworks by sculptor and ceramicist Dan Slack, that she has inspired. And Theresa’s own work in the ceramic medium just knocks my socks off.

February 12, 2013 by Pat Hartman

Using Other People’s Stuff

A lot of people give their stuff away for free these days. Some of the best things ever said, by some of the most brilliant contemporary thinkers, turn up on Facebook and Twitter. And podcasts – don’t get me started.

Online, people give their stuff away without even caring that anyone knows who made it. Like all those clever “memes,” the pictures grabbed from pop culture, or newly created. The words range from moronic to excellent. We make these objects, and unleash them upon the world as freebies.

But there are times when a person wants credit. For instance, any time when they didn’t give permission for their material be repurposed for someone else’s benefit. If you publish another person’s words, pictures, or thoughts, it hurts no one to give them credit. Plus, then you have class.

When I edited a zine, Salon: A Journal of Aesthetics, it used to drive me crazy, and not in a good way, to run across something that would fit perfectly in one of the theme issues – and not be able to trace who did it. So they could be credited. I’m still uncomfortable with sharing things I think are cool, because “Did the person really mean to pass it around for free, or did someone else make that decision for them?”

February 12, 2013 by Pat Hartman

Joshua Tree Paintings

These paintings are called Urban Aborigine because I’m a contemporary American city-dweller who possibly used to be an Australian Aborigine in a past lifetime. I don’t know what else could explain it. The paintings are done while listening to didgeridoo.

Like the aboriginal art which inspires them, the paintings have no up-down orientation but can be hung any way. Also like the work which inspired mine, most of the paint was applied with twigs from trees.