Introducing an old friend… Wain, and the ♦Tuesday Night Art Club♦

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May 15 by The Running Son

Introducing the only person that can be considered my instructor in art and writing. for over half a semester, that is. Wain Jordan, the “other artist featured on this site (so far).

It’s time to put the official truth out there about my art education.

ok, i am well educated. in a system that didn’t demand i learn in a sequence that may have forced me off path.

 Midday by Wain Jordan

Midday by Wain Jordan

“Tuesday night art club” (TNAC) was held by it’s members, Wain and i, on tuesday nights at his house here in california. but TNAC wasn’t necessarily fluid all the time. it happens i had an instructor, Wain Jordan, that prompted me, and illustrated diversity, and introduced me to the classical artist of our era, and we played off them, to the backdrop of Radiohead and mini-pizza, and basketball. And Al Bundy goofing it up.

We painted, mostly. Wain freely, but with order, color palettes, and ideas preplanned. then we’d begin, him organized, me struggling to come up with an idea, or a plan for one.

All his successes, and a few failures (because he’s a realist and would correct me), and my many failures, and the successes i have posted, worked out to an education custom tailored for me, and one i could not have received in the crowded hall of any institution forcing me to succeed, group style.

52 Pickup by Wain Jordan

52 Pickup by Wain Jordan

I learned in the “opium den”, as Wain called it. It was dark in the back “reading room”, an absolute eye-lore of a map for experimentation and the free movement of information. home-made rugs and mats from re-claimed materials were at the base of every chair, and paper mache boxes were made, painted, and sit aside for storage of pencils and little things. plaster sconces with candles for the short walk between rooms. all that was missing was the opium.

also though, it was the rich texture of creative life, and sparks flying of ideas and words being created and discarded, every tuesday it seemed.

it has been the true growth-chamber for my interest in interdisciplinary stuff and things, like writing in ways that approximate German Expressionism, or living life like it is something not to ever let intentionally slide from your poetry or art, or thought.

I would like to formally thank Wain for his many lessons, promptings, and messages that came backfrom me to him “return to addressee”.

He was never able to break me of juvenile delinquent grammar.  😉

Art by Wain Jordan 3 posts with collections in each. I hope you enjoy them and help by commenting and spreading the creative sparks that keep us all creatively charged.

Article by Wain Jordan:What if Nietzsche and Jesus were Pals? Nietzsche’s REAL view of Religion

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thanks wain, Jim

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7 thoughts on “Introducing an old friend… Wain, and the ♦Tuesday Night Art Club♦

  1. Tucson Blonde says:

    German Expressionism… I never even knew such a thing existed and I lived there for 17 years… hmmmm! Maybe, because I was *living* _German expressionism_ I was not privy to my own nature?! Na, ja!

  2. Wain Jordan says:

    Thank you! You made my day!

  3. WilderSoul says:

    “… living life like it is something not to ever let intentionally slide from your poetry or art, or thought.” I love this way of living life! Unfortunately tend to get bogged down at times…. you’ve brought me back on track. 🙂

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