I posted on the forum asking people to show me their deviations that included both orange and blue, since they are complimentary colors. Their thumbnails are featured here.
They are our constant companions, dependent upon us to meet their needs, they lay at our feet, and stare adoringly into our eyes. They go on walks with us, play catch with us, swim with us, and sleep with us. Their love is unconditional and their loyalty knows no boundaries.
So what am I talking about? Why Man's best friend, of course - THE DOG!!
"Life and Works of James Koehline: A Preview to One Of the World's greatest Living surrealist Artist"
Who is James Koehline? To a regular deviant artist He is the moderator of the Surreal Arts club, , the Wise Sage of , and a member of the
and a lot of other deviant art clubs within the confines of this domain..But to me, he is more, actually Infinitely More than what one would expect him to be...
When I first came in to this realm, and is slowly finding people to comminucate with to share views with, and to make friends...i find it hard to do so, because as you all know i have had times
when I roused up a lot of Attention (which is a long a dark story i think I shouldnt mention here), Someone stood by me to defend my beliefs, someone considered me as a Friend, even though ive only communicated with Him thru the web...someone trusted me and complimented my every effort, always pushing me to do my best...
Im not doing this to praise him, but to show what kind of person he was and the Art that he does!!!.
Yes, He was a moderator of the Surreal Arts club...An accomplished Surrealist, a talented Man,and a great Friend..I had the Greatest Honor of being acquainted to him when I membered at his club...and since then, we have
had many fruitful conversations about almost everything...i have collaborated with him many times, shared political, religious and scientific views with him...Othertimes we get personal, like His son, His lovely wife, who worked at a Bonsai Garden,
His father who was a previous President of A college, and had a Museum named after him. I also consider Him a kind mentor, sharing his techniques with me, especially with my recent explorations in digital art...To cut it short, one wouldnt expect How great a man this james Koehline was...first of all a Friend.
But what really drawed me close to Him is his Majestic Art...
That is the First Reason why i made this News article...to Show the DeviantArt World theGenius of this Multi-talented, Kind, and Intelligent Surrealist I call my Friend!!
At first sight of His masterpieces, one would be reminded of the Great Paintings of dali, Ernsts, Varo, et.al...On a second look Matta, Bosch, Beksinski, and even the Abstract Expressionists comes to mind..yet a sense of Psychedelia and Happenings
also resonate and coagulates into one harmonious odd, illusory dream wonderland, typical of James koehnline.
Majority of James' works revolves around Traditional Cut and Paste collage, yet he also practice Painting,Drawing, monoprint, Etching, Sculpture, Instillations,and Digital Art...
Here is a short Biopsis of James koehline, and i hope that You readers would see how much He accomplished in Life, especially his fantastic Art:
Bio-data:
Current Age: 51
Current Residence: Seattle, WA, USA
Interests: art, literature, music, nature, science, raising a toddler
Favourite movie: Brazil, Holy Mountain, Wings of Desire, Dr. Strangelove, Solaris(Tarkovsky), Duck Soup, Our Hitler
Favourite band or musician: John Fahey, Coltrane, Monk, Eno, Beethoven, Bill Laswell
Favourite genre of music: genre-defying
Favourite artist: Matta, Varo, Ernst, Cornell, Morris Graves, William Morris (glass artist), etc.
Favourite poet or writer: Thomas Pynchon, David Foster Wallace, Edward Whittemore, Galway Kinnell
Favourite style or digital art: surreal/fantastic
Operating System: Mac OS X 10.4.6
Shell of choice: The Nautilus
Wallpaper of choice: Prefer hanging art on painted walls.
Skin of choice: octopus and cuttlefish
Favourite game: consciousness, the only game in town
Favourite gaming platform: Earth
Favourite cartoon character: Krazy Kat and Ignatz the Mouse
Personal Quote: The first step is to lose the way. The second is to find it.
Tools of the Trade: PhotoShop, After Effects, Poser, Cinema 4D, etc.
Self Introduction:
I grew up in a house surrounded by surreal prints and posters. My father also had a first class library of works related to surreal and fantastic art, including a lot of rare and valuable books.
I started creating my own surreal paintings, drawings and prints around 1970.
In 1976 I spent the summer hanging out with the Chicago Surrealist Group and all of their international visitors at Marvelous Freedom, Vigilance of Desire: World Surrealist Exhibition, and Gallery Black Swan in a cavernous warehouse in Chicago. I premiered my experimental animation, Dogs Shall Eat Their Masters, which several members of the group contributed to, at the close of that exhibition.
Between 1976 and the early 80s I studied art and art history at Minneapolis College of Art and Design and Columbia College in Chicago, and for several years I studied privately with Harry Bouras, well-known Chicago artist, art critic, teacher and long-time host of a radio show on the arts.
From 1985 to 1988 I belonged to the Axe Street Arena Collective which ran a large alternative/political art gallery and performance space in Chicago, where I curated a number of shows.
Since then I have been a member of the publishing collective, Autonomedia, based in Brooklyn, NY. We have published books on the Surrealist movement, an alternative American history book I co-edited, a rather surreal wall calendar I created (now in its 15th year), a book of my collages, and hundreds of books of radical politics, culture, philosophy and fiction.
I am best known for my work with/for radical poet-philosopher, Hakim Bey; my book covers for Peter Lamborn Wilson, Paul Krassner, John Zerzan, and others; my work in the alternative press and my 20+ CD covers for cutting-edge musician and music producer, Bill Laswell.
RESUME:
RELEVANT EMPLOYMENT
1991-2004: Freelance Illustrator/Designer
(see list of published work)
Book and magazine cover art and text illustration, as well as posters, t-shirts, mousepads, postcards, notecards, bookmarks, signage and advertising art.
1991-2003: Bill Laswell / AXIOM Records
18 CD cover art commissions for groundbreaking producer, composer and musician, and related promotional materials for Axiom label (formerly a division of Island Records). <[link]
1991-2004: Art Director, Autonomedia Publishing Collective, Brooklyn
Mostly book covers and text illustrations. Published over 100 edge-pushing works of fiction, radical politics and philosophy. My own projects include a book of my collage art, an American history anthology (co-edited), and a wall calendar (concept, design, illustration), now in its 11th annual edition. [link]
2002: UWTV Production, University of Washington, Seattle
Animation and motion graphics for permanent public art installation at the new UW campus in Bothell, WA.
1987-1990: Professional Information Assistant, Skokie Public Library
Responsible for all aspects of collection development in the Fine Arts and Popular Arts at public library, Skokie IL.
1985-1988: Co-curator and manager, Axe St. Arena, Chicago
Reality Scare: A Game of Damage (Gray Matter, 1993)
Umar Bin Hassan: Be Bop or Be Dead (Axiom, 1993)
Praxis: Sacrifist (Subharmonic, 1994)
Material: Hallucination Engine (Axiom, 1994)
Hakim Bey: TAZ (Axiom, 1994)
Praxis: Metatron (Subharmonic, 1995)
Mysteries of Creation (Axiom, 1996)
Ekstasis: Wake Up and Dream (Cyberoctave, 1998)
Sacred System: Nagual Site (Wicklow, 1998)
Material: Intonarumori (Axiom, 1999)
Praxis: Collection (Douglas, 1999)
Bill Laswell: Emerald Aether/Shape-Shifting (Shanachie, 2000)
Coffeeshop (Coffeeshop, 2000)
JAIA: Blue Energy (Dakini, 2000)
Jah Wobble and Bill Laswell: Radioaxiom: A Dub Transmission (Axiom, 2002)
BOOK COVER ART
Debbie Schwartz-Doppelganger: The Supersoul Honking Blues Looseleaf Bible
(Verlag Golem, 1988)
Hakim Bey: TAZ: The Temporary Autonomous Zone (Autonomedia, 1991)
Thom Metzger: This Is Your Final Warning (Autonomedia, 1992)
Jim Keith (editor): The Gemstone File (Illuminet, 1992)
Lyall Watson: The Nature of Things: The Secret Life of Inanimate Objects
(Destiny Books, 1992)
Peter Lamborn Wilson: Sacred Drift (City Lights Books, 1993). Also text illustrations
James Koehnline & Ron Sakolsky (editors): Gone to Croatan: The Origins of Drop-Out Culture in North-America (Autonomedia, 1993). Also text illustrations
Louis Kaplan: The Damned Universe of Charles Fort (Autonomedia, 1993)
Antero Alli: Letters. Essays & Premonitions (Vigilantero Press, 1993). Also text illustrations
George Andrews: Extraterrestrial Friends & Foes (Illuminet, 1993)
AXIOM: promotional book and cassette (Axiom, 1994)
Moorish Orthodox Radio Crusade: Radiosermonettes (Libertarian Book Club, 1994)
John Zerzan: Future Primitive (Autonomedia, 1994)
Bob Black & Tad Kepley (editors): Zerowork, the Anti-Work Anthology (Autonomedia, 1995)
Jacob Rabinowitz: The Unholy Bible (Autonomedia, 1995)
Paul Goodman: Format and Anxiety (Autonomedia, 1995)
John Keel: Disneyland of the Gods (Illuminet, 1995)
Peter Lamborn Wilson: Pirate Utopias (Autonomedia, 1995)
Dana Beal & Paul De Rienzo (editors): The Ibogaine Story, (Autonomedia, 1996)
Peter Lamborn Wilson: Escape From the 19th Century (Autonomedia,1998)
John Zerzan (editor): Against Civilization: Readings and Reflections (Uncivilized, 1998)
Peter Lamborn Wilson: Ploughing the Clouds; The Search for Irish Soma (City Lights, 1999)
Paul Krassner: Sex, Drugs & the Twinkie Murders (Loompanics, 2000)
MAGAZINE FEATURES
Magical Blend, Issue 41, December 1993 - cover art and featured portfolio
Axcess, Volume 1, Number 2, 1994 - "James Koehnline, Prophet of Jubilation: Ecstatic Art, Antinomianism and Alternative History" by D. Whitworth
Semiotext(e), Number 14, The Science Fiction issue - portfolio of collage work
Xerolage, Number 24, 1994 - the James Koehnline issue
Substance Digizine, (CD-ROM magazine) Number 1, 1995 - interactive multimedia gallery of fifty artworks and audio interview
MAGAZINE COVER ART & ILLUSTRATION
Utne Reader, Gnosis, Mondo 2000, Toward 2012, Magical Blend, Neo, Science Fiction Eye, Semiotext(e), Anarchy, Fifth Estate, Talking Raven, Alternative Press Review, Factsheet Five, Axcess, Back Brain Recluse, Griot, Moorish Science Monitor, Mad Farmers' Jubilee Almanac, Sin, Thorazine, Dharma Combat, Brick, World Letter, Drunken Boat, Beyond the Fringe, Freakout U.S.A., Branches, Seattle L.E.T.S., Left Bank Book Collective (catalogs, 1993-1999), Incunabula Press Catalogue 1990/91, International Blacklist, and many others
GALLERY EXHIBITIONS
Festaludicon: the Collages of James Koehnline (American Bone Gallery: Seattle, WA) 1 May to 30 June, 1993
Fever of Scissors and Glue the Collage Art of James Koehnline and Freddie Baer (Naropa Institute: Boulder, CO) Summer, 1994
The Art of James Koehnline (More Rain Northwest Gallery, Olympia ,WA ) February, 1996
OTHER EXHIBITIONS
The Penny University: Seattle, WA; Dec, 1994-Jan, 1995
Pistil Books and News: Seattle, WA; April-May, 1995
Left Bank Books in the Pike Place Market: Seattle, WA, 1994-1999
Caffe Vita: Seattle, WA; June-July 1995
Recollection Used Books: Seattle, WA,1995-2000
SEATTLE HEMPFEST PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL
1998: Button designs for Seattle Hempfest 1998
1999: Full-page, full-color ads in several magazines;
Promotional poster (11x17, with press run of 10,000), and web page graphics.
2000: Full-page ads in several magazines; full-color 11x17 promotional poster and Web art.
2002: T-shirt design
Behold The Obra Maestra of James koehline:
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James Koehline
In collaboration with his wife:
Thomas Lliam Koehline arrived in 2004.
The Place where the Magic starts:
The Great Philosopher
Robert Anton Wilson, January 18, 1932 January 11, 2007
In the beginning:
Book Covers/CD covers et al.:
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Digital Manipulation/collaboration pices with Various Artists:
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Traditional Paintings/Drawings/etchings/collage et.al.(with slight digital editing or none at all):
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An Automatic Poetry by James Koehline:
DODGE TIMES ON THE MICROBIAL MAT (a fragment)
The Swamp Biosphere goes down blazing with ignus fatuii
Smothered with concrete in the land of awful shadow
In a dream within a dream sandwich
The Guardians of as-yet-undiscovered astral treasures
Eyeball the Magicians of the Morning
And attempt to reassemble the shards of a long-shattered crystal
While hidden Americans fall for paper-hanging
And faulty visions
And unregistered artillery
And the Son of the Widow crowds the mourners
For a glimpse of the Great Mutation.
No one is surprised when he spits up
Something he never swallowed.
Where art is wanting, beasts are superior.
There are radios and chemistry sets hidden in the ancient songs
Rabbit holes and wardrobes folding in phase space
And I, the Artist, with my familiars
Scanning invisible landscapes
Eying the atavistic alphabet in action:
WELCOME TO COYOTE COUNTRY!
Belief is the main ingredient
Along with a thorough understanding of psyglyphic compression
Butterfly effects and the fact that the familiar is always sterile.
Leave your problem dreams behind.
Shall we take the place of time?
Go cruising like Zobops in the auto-tigre?
Tear the bone out on a Holy Landscaping binge?
And you in your liquor and I in my rags
Turning the push on passing clems
With that old ressurrection kite
Vintage grift
But there are only a thousand and one tales to tell
Out here on this seedy Midway Plaisance
On the outskirts of Greater Megapolis
Tipping our fezzes to the dear Eumenides
Who smile so charmingly on all our designs.
So ring rubber bells for the custodian of the temple
Who's lost the keys
Accidentally dropped them through the grate
Into the gaping maw of crawling chaos
As Tempestarii stormtroopers
Bring on the drenching rains
To welcome Bigfoot virgins from beyond the stars
Stirring the black waters -
Sensitive dependence on loaded dice!
Return all things to their seed crystals for storage
When not in use.
To live magically is to live lightly!
The zero-point energy of the vacuum is your currency
And Nature your guide
With perhaps a little help from Baron Carfax, Lord of the Four Ways
Do not ignore the profound chemistry of nostalgia
That pervades the present invasion of the archtypes.
Hear the call of the Ancestors.
Get the wrinkles out of your belly
And take those hideous gnomes for a walk
Before they cold-cock you and blow your mind.
I am the man
The white stone worker
The blown-in-the-glass stiff
Who's seen the subterranean worlds,
Met the nine unknown men,
Watched the life of the earth-mound flicker and die
From a box seat in Universe "B".
The old hag planted on the hedgerow thought I was bad.
I'm here to go!
I'll poke holes in your grand unified theories
Reduce your tacky temples to bric-a-brac
And your gods to
To psyglyphic affine transformations in binary code
Caged in spherical zones of aetherial space.
You can't burn me out
My match is closer to the fuse!
I've a letter here from Baphomet
From the lower giant world of Niflheim
Where he's passing his sunset years
And I assure you it corroborates everything
Right down to the moment when time broke down
And soothed by seething waves of force
The mystic stranger stood
As motor-zobop cargo cults fled before the rays
Down black hole dreamtime chunnels.
You must be very careful what you cast out
The vacancy is quickly filled.
Devotees of snake and peacock are everywhere these days.
And who are you?
To what does your will tend?
To what do you make love in your daily rituals?
Define your glory.
Much experience with esoteric engineering?
Done any troubleshooting on ontological symbol-matter systems?
Had your platters regrooved lately?
Silenced the old canaries?
Prepared the vessel?
Formal definitions of chaos cannot hold back the tide.
Everywhere hen-fruits are humming
Swamp-things horning-in on scapegoat rackets
Down amid the attercopp webworks
In a subterranean inkpot dive
I saw something
Just the other one of these days
I will wake the other morning
Singing the blues of universe "B".
O yeah
I was just fleecing a few monkeys
And generally frolicating
Transcending the spheres with a couple of spirited camel-punks
When Black Athena herself drops in
With the aid of a good wire man.
Is it you Nadja?
Was it just something I ate?
Pipedreamers diving under their tables
Clawing the filthy floorboards of that crummy scatter
Shrinking in terror from the presence of the chawed rosum
And only eels such as I left alone to tell thee.
Let the rats and mice roll
We shall do it at thr crossroads, inshallah.
Call me Robin Greenfellow if it pleases you
But let's get the Hell out of this heat!
An over-rehearsed voice in the distance cries
Repent! Mend your low-cut wares!
Or you'll be running at both mouths at the porcelain altar
And none shall give a damn.
Give it up already!
Begin each day at the beginning.
New love is faithfulness to the love that was.
Pardon yourself from your conviction community.
Why should you always be the one to suck the hind tit, eh?
Gargoyles are climbing down fron cathedrals
Even as you turn to stone.
Would you even know a chronotopological cul-de-sac if you saw one?
Read any good tree-rings lately?
This nostalgia for the future has gone far too far.
Shut up and listen to the whisperer in the darkness
At the boundary of the possible
An already forgotten civilization
Repaves its trail of tears
For the bimillennial of the exile of the spirits
And hardly a soul says boo about it.
We've got a lavender Jesus in this fraid hole here
And he ain't about to rise till he gets the "all clear".
I spoze you already know that E.T.s are actually the spirits of aborted babes
And that whiffle birds fly backwards.
I spoze you know that E.T.s are really
The spirits of children starved unto death
Highjacked off to Sirius and Orion boot-camps
And is it possible that you and I will also go over that blue wall
Outward bound, untethered from this world of disappearances?
I spoze you know that babies are really the abortions of starved aliens
And down on the Midway amongst the pit-show geeks
Those babies in bell-jars are really hideous gnomes
Translated from universe "B".
Yes, it was a bad scene on the Abominable Plain of Leng.
The survivors, now huddled in West Antarctica
Learned the cost of psychic surrender all too well
Nursing their wounds as they groom the big worms
Watched over by minor Mayan gods with digital stop-watches
And false noses
Lonely monsters of the Antipodes,
Shadows of their former shadow selves.
Warrior monks jump the broomstick
Fresh from half a wetdream
Stumbling over the Mountains of Madness
While timid clergymen intone: "All is illusion, all is illusion",
Beating up their gums in vain
Idly gulling and shoaling about as if there were no game in the field
Even as hedge becomes fence becomes wall
The Grandmother of the Race
Caught in the amber of congealing time
Wags a finger in slow motion
At the Infinite Great Extreme
Frothing in primal slime at the boundaries of space and time
***
This is James koehline...A mortal, whose works are Immortally Hallucinogenic...A defender of freedom, A surreal theoretician-philosopher; True to the principles of pure and applied Surrealism, He creates a world full of the bizaare,of the mundane, the irrational, and of the beauty of chaos, the Psychedelia of things..
I may not Know more about his Philosophies and Personal beliefs, But being able to study and contemplate on what His art speaks of Is a pleasure and honor i would eternally
remember till the Last breath of my life...
"The world will little note nor long remember what you say here. But It will never forget what you did Here."
To sum up this article, let me qoute on what this Deviant said about the Art of James Koehline:
Jan 19, 2007, 9:09:51 PM
"What crawling mysteries are these?
Which enhancments do these creeping up whose spines do climb? Certaunly, but, what what do we see; what?
Certainly, is this phenomenon thing, that is, this james119, what gloriousactual thing is this, this Dali without portfolio, these mesmerizitions that compel at a whim; but will not be witnessed; lying back; yes, understood--but these certain admonifications [[ this a new word]] shall proceed in the witness of an actual historic--but what historic? Oh, yes, certainly, yes, actual talent--like the later Joni Mitchell symswirlphonies, like Warhol at the end...
Yes, mistakenly, there is this certain drunken poet/critric that comes hard at the strong wind of all of those vaporous-indecision weezels, about which there is no whirl--notta; still, there is this clarlty of actuality that says, "Yes, this particular artist--this actual james119--is among the ones of this quite wonderful new century of which we are now in--mark it-- that will be visualized by these years of this artist marking by."
[These bracket marks are mine, and will never be disavowed about this particular artist, thus, is-- mark it--this artist has that whateverthing, which is to mark our now century]
Still, where are these premeditations leading--
certainly, yes, to an actual surreal? Oh yes, mighty in these surges of thought, these...yes, this work, and many others by this artist, are of the actual surreral--as visible before you as these ramblings--have you eyes?.
Where do these musters of a surreal revelation congergate? [Certainly within this, this new critique and its surreal puncutations)]; yes; we must see the thing that is surrying within the shadows of these earnstwhile-felt glimpes--this subject piece, this Closing the Frontier, is an actual surreal work--this Too, which is, an actual Now within the Surreal, so to is the Too always Now.
What reflex is this(?)--what imaginings could these be? Thes sdelusions of...no; certain things grasping for these certain attentions; these beings putting aside the that/this of where this sentence was leadiing, this thing called the Surreal, the mind remembering what? But, now, remembering its anormal; the/that easily not quite easily explained: surely the actual is an eventually quite now--that now, actually, that thing--sweet grindings--this/the actual surreal...
The Too thing: for, a certain poet/critic, deep longings for these actual surreals--that certain burn-in mind thing, so...OK..
Neverthelesses, and yet balances, like a sweetest bouquet of silettoes: here within seeing of this james 119 worksite, these quite-focused ramblings are witnessed--the Too thing itself.
Lke vodak spilling onto certain bars of certain poet/critics, so that this artist actually has it ,
with all of these ponderous things that will always hangover longings--that, there is certainly that, which is, Too.
So look now, and you see what? [Yes, this is a test--a wavering yet actually pointed finger at your focus: yet these failed-poet proddings are at your acknowledgements of what, which is...Too.
So...come up in your mind; and thus, you are the Surreal, you too are but only what you can actually see--and you see what in these too James119 works?
This important as-the-century-goes-by artist is here to see.
Yup...he he...sorry if it was too long...but no matter how long this is...its a mere fraction on james encyclopedic works...im so glad to have made him a friend!!!
Passionating and exalting !
Thanks for this news and thanks to James Koehline for sharing his work on DA...
ps : this was not too long !
ps-bis: Have you some suggestions of surrealism-related websites outside DA?
Devious Comments
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Thanks for this news and thanks to James Koehline for sharing his work on DA...
ps : this was not too long !
ps-bis: Have you some suggestions of surrealism-related websites outside DA?
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