As I have probably mentioned I am predominantly a visual artist, albeit one that works in a huge range of different styles and materials. I am also a writer, and indeed want to explore a number of ambitious new writing projects, but I have been finding it increasingly difficult keeping up with all my blogs and visual art sites – in fact most of the latter tend to get ignored which isn’t that sensible if I want to increase my sales and exposure. Consequently I am combining and/or phasing out most of my blogs which I hope is not too much of an inconvenience for my readers.
This blog will now appear in a weekly format on Gerald’s Space (http://ionistart.wordpress.com/) although its companion blog Gerald’s Rather Strange Diary (http://geraldshepherd.wordpress.com/) will continue as a daily diary until at least the end of the year. Incidentally I am also phasing out Descent Of Manfred (a visual art blog which is predominantly photography and experimental painting) immediately too. New photos and other works will appear on my main visual art blog (http://ionistartblog.wordpress.com/).
Thank you so much for all those who have followed this (and/or other blogs) over the years. I truly appreciate it. I hope you find Gerald’s Space of interest!
Another consequence of this rationalising of my time is I have killed off all my pseudonyms – most of which had separate artistic careers. There was eight of us all together – initially four but all the pseudonyms wanted pseudonyms of their own! – which is a bit frightening as some of them covered art styles I didn’t really want to associate Gerald Shepherd with! Very dramatic times ahead I fear!
Many thanks again and I look forward to meeting you in other places on the web.
A day in Hurricane City, dodging shards of glass and tear drops from robotic gods – Olympus was already a metropolis when I was just a peasant farmer. I was stressed out like litmus paper.
Landscape Improvisation Using Farming Techniques
Landscape Improvisation Using Raiding Techniques
I was tenaciously clinging to the side of a whirlpool all day. The only thing I could reach was a faithful copy of the back of my head. Mirrors everywhere reflected a neon imagination – even those with moustaches glued to the glass.
How To Paint A Portrait From The Back
The sun shone only for the briefest moment. When it did I saw the silhouette of a hammer hitting an anvil. Quite a busy day as I scurried about as a headless fox in the headless chicken pen.
Quite a comfortable day. I took a piece of railway track out of my pocket and drew a map on the bed linen. The mechanical spirits had finally realised that the shapes in the sky mirrored the shapes in my head.
The Dawn Of Project Isis
I went to market in the slipstream of a pirate ship. After catching up with a walking plank I bought a black and white movie bandana and sang in the chorus of an imaginary opera. Unfortunately I then had to tap dance all evening.
The Real Thinker
I raced an early chariot. Rain fell from the rising sun and a great luminosity appeared in the middle of big black clouds. I came home to skeletal applause. June later returned from an epic Eighteenth Century sea battle.
Light Of The World
The last full day in a crowded solitary confinement. I got the one remaining picture out of my pocket and sat on a stop watch. At the end of the day I finally worked out the secret of the farm tractor face.
Crucifixion In A Face
Out with an apparition from the land of broken sticks. We visited the fireside and came home inside an old black and white film. Poppy discovered that the wind had blown the fence down.
The Old Man Sits Down, Lights His Pipe And Starts To Smoke
At home all day – I stood in one corner of the room looking at a standard lamp and June stood in the other eyeing up a vase. We have come to accept that the house is old enough to need a blond wig. However, today I caught it applying Mae West lipstick. When the mail arrived it pouted provocatively.
Landscape Close Up