Monday, September 30, 2013

lightbulb man

acrylic on wood
Lightbulb Man wishes you a pleasant Monday. This is the last time people of planet earth will be able to enjoy September 30, 2013. Tomorrow, for the first time in human history, October 2013 will begin.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

play it safe

better safe than sorry

money protection
the good life

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Friday, September 27, 2013

Jane and Lohbado in the Garden of Oogah

acrylic on wood

Dr. Jane Wormsly and Lohbado took off their clothes one summer afternoon and ran around the garden. A strange creature fanned their desire. They did the OOO CHA incantation to Oogah and Oorsis.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Dialectic overview via Lohbado

Lohbado sat down to review dialectic

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Lohbado mind

acrylic on wood
Lohbado mind has many church-like windows, allowing him to gaze in and out. He wears a religious mask over his eyes. Lohbado dissolving into and out of worlds within worlds, his brain opening like a pomegranate or some sort of rose compote.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

the evil eye

The Great Nomroh, acrylic on wood

How Lohbado dealt with the evil eye... At first he thought of attaching an eyeball pendant to his clothing, or wearing an eyeball decoration around his neck.

Saturday, September 21, 2013


acrylic and mixed media

Lohbado glued a photo of a dog to a canvas panel, painted on the photo, clipped his beard and chest hair to add texture to the dog, threw in some other material and framed it will some old wood.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Fight, Lohbado memoir episode 5

rock hills, acrylic on paper

One day, when Lohbado was about five years old, his older brother Tony, who was eight, told him they were going to fight the enemy. There would be a little battle and Lohbado would have to fight.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A list of firsts: Lohbado memoir episode 4

lookout tower, acrylic on paper

Pick up a paint brush. Write the memoir with paint brush. There’s something magical about holding a brush and pulling it across a surface. The brush leaves a trail of paint, visual sensation with emotional overtone or mental vibration... Here’s where it disintegrates into poetic fancy...  or silence.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Memoir Paradox, post 3 of Lohbado's Memoir

Lohbado painting, acrylic on canvas

Lohbado was a sixty-year old retired man, who two episodes ago sat down to write his fictionalized memoir. He had no intension of exposing foibles or airing dirty laundry. He viewed his memoir as an opportunity to explore the nature of being alive, even if such an exploration turned out to be meandering and often non-conceptual... meaning things happened which didn’t always make sense.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Lohbado's Identity

proceed slowly, with determination

Club Morono Tabernacle

acrylic on paper

Ok, so you’re trying to write your memoir. First step is to find out who you’re writing about. Who is myself? This isn’t a flaky question. How can you write your memoir if you can’t locate the self being written about?

Friday, September 13, 2013

Lohbado's Memoir

Go ahead... begin

a beginningless situation

With the help of a dummy’s guide to memoir writing, Lohbado sat down to write his hominoid history. He didn’t know where to begin. His life had no beginning.  He evolved from a single-celled organism, eventually reached ape-hood, became Neandrathol, then Cro-Magnon until evolving into Homo Sapien. His race could be traced back to the origin of the human race. He originated in Mesopotamia a few hundred thousand years ago.

His motivation for writing a memoir...  to make peace with existence as he prepared for the final descent into old age and death. He stood at a gate to the vast wilderness of his mind, filled with forests, mountains, deserts, lakes, rivers and ocean, a roaring chaos. Overwhelmed, Lohbado had a cup of coffee. The coffee made him jumpy, so he had a beer. The beer made him drowsy, so he had a nap. After the nap, he decided to have a snack and to start fresh again the next day. He’d accomplished enough for one day. He’d roused motivation and determination. Even though he hadn’t yet begun, he’d made his intentions clear. Lohbado was determined to write his memoirs.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Lohbado was invited to go sailing on the river, to enjoy the beauty of the evening sky.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Monday, September 9, 2013

Soup Tonkinoise for lunch

on Cote des Neiges near Kent

Van Horne near Outremont

Sunday, September 8, 2013

health and happiness

These pictures along Cote des Neiges indicate health, happiness, smile with implants or false teeth, order a quality wig, buy a new medical uniform, whatever you wish.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

boring pictures

Of course, what do you mean by boring picture? As Lohbado got older, he found it easier to sit by a window and enjoy the view of a quiet panorama. Of course, he was seated on the third floor of a library. Maybe it's not so quiet down there on the street.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

back to school

End of summer dream, open your eyes, back to school.