Stag, new version, by Caio Fern 2012, acrylic on canvas.


After a couple of days of this work on my wall I had to cut that green part you saw when I posted the other day. I couldn’t breath with that. After to cut the room lighted up and I was able to breath again , that was a huge weight I had to get rid of.  It wasn’t only for aesthetical reasons, it was much more because of the things that passed by my mind when I was painting. Now I feel free and released, as the hunted Stag was able to escape and win the people who tried to kill him and that situation.

I am sorry you you prefer the way it was before.

Merry Christmas, may you be blessed by Jesus Christ tonight and for all your life.


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Merry Christmas, may you be blessed by Jesus Christ tonight and for all your life.

 
 
 
the Christmas ornaments on the third image : these images are from Maren which always makes lovely things. check her blog out and click on the link to her site too.

http://marenshus.blogspot.com.br/

The hunted Stag, or if you prefer, the nazi experiment born again Christian in South America, Caio Fern, 2012, acrylic on canvas.


It was supposed to be made slowly, calmly, no hurry, today I intended to go to the Japanese supermarket few blocks here from my house and buy Gyosa, Moyashi and spend the night at home watching movies, preparing and eating nice food.
But…. as yesterday I had painted the part below of the work, the one where you see a head looking up splinted in two and in twisted positions….. today again I woke up early and decided to paint that self portrait in the middle.
The black double-t-shirt in vertical and the green part was added, there was supposed to be written the text I posted other day about stag, born-again-Christian and the nazi dialog.
I started to write but.. .well… go to understand, how can I paint a self portrait with so many details but I am absolute not able to write with any kind of paint or ink ? I gave up, it was too ugly and boring to do.
So this is the work. Tah Dah !!!!!! hahaha.
I would paint my hair black, but I spent all the time “cleaning” the brush on that area where the hair would be. When I finished the head and would start the hair, wow, it got cool that way, I was tired and when it happens is when the creativity gets opened, because I am lazy I always find alternatives for do NOT make anything else or do it in the easier and fastest way. The hair got good this way. And… well, if it isn’t a God’s bless and inspiration, it totally fits into the dialog I had written. Not saying that it is summer here and when it is hotter my eyes get greener, so it got funny , the self-portrait’s head is in a position that looks like I am a criminal taking those pictures at the police station. All this is pretty fine for the proposal of the work. The hunted Stag, or if you prefer, the nazi experiment born again Christian in South America.Hope you like it, have a nice weekend.

this is the dialogue was supposed to be on the painting :

Stag  - A South American dialogue between a Traditional Nazi ( Joseph Mengele’s assistant’s granddaughter ) and a Reborn Fundamentalist Christian painter.
- Penis, neck and chest used to bleed like a hunted stag.
- It has been a trophy, Mein Lieber.
- Eu, Ich.. I mean, I am not.
- Isn’t you who decidesss.
- Warum werent sie verhaftet, wenn in diesem Teil der Welt angekommen? Desse lado do mundo ?
- Speak only the devil’s language which came from North.
- Eu don’t know it very well…prefiro na lingua que eu penso.
- Isn’t you who choosesss. But for your comfort, me neither.
- Why weren’t they arrested when arrived to this side of the world?
- Their services and knowledge seemed to please and satisfy all parts involved here.
- Does my blood belong to their blood line?
- Nein, you came from their victims.
- Am I one of their experiments?
- Sie sind nicht.
- Because I had one very strong genetic characteristic of their experiments.
- If you say so… let’s call it a coincidence.
- Coincidence isn’t a very scientific or spiritual term, is it? And stop to play with your thighs in front of me.
- I know your weakness.
- You are not the Frau I am supposed to take.
- Oh, I am sorry. Are you supposed to take only one now? We both know you don’t like this rule, Stag.
- When Jesus called I answered. Now I am washed in His blood. They can’t touch me anymore.
- Blood blood blood. It is all about blood….. and blood lines.
- Not even you are able to touch me. Stop to hunt. Nobody can.
- It is all about blood line. Has been since from the very beginning, from Adam.
- I don’t care. I am free. Eu sou livre.
- Stag.
- He made me much more than this. Essa foi nossa ultima conversa e contato. Eu te lanço no abismo, Nephilim, junto com sua suastica. ( That was our last conversation and contact. I throw you into the abyss, Nephilim*, along with your swastika ).
*The Nephilim were the offspring of the “sons of God” ( fallen Angels ) and the “daughters of men” according to Genesis 6:4, a new breed not approved by God.

Painting, Dream, Free, Deer, Blood, Jesus, Nazis, Nephilim, Experiences, German, Brazilian, English. It is getting clear now.


combineYesterday I was talking to my dear friend “golden angel” and all of sudden mylast paintings have been much clear for me, the meanings and the facts surrounding them.

Below is the explanation I gave to her about what have happened these days in my studio and explanation about the last 4  or 5 paintings I’ve made:

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I spent the entire morning in the studio burning my brain to figure out a way to compose what I have in mind. I think I got.

One or two nights ago I had many dreams, weird ones. I woke up the whole night because of them… not nightmares, only weird. In the morning I woke up and started to write a dialog. I want to write this dialog on the canvas after to finish the painting. It is weird and quite evil but has a good end. It is about Jesus, Nazis, the Nephilims (Giants) of the book of Genesis, genetic experiences, sex, blood lines, South America, but all in very few lines and I don’t think people will notice it all. But will all be there very clear. I can’t explain. The title of the work will be Stag, following the works I am doing where I write words deer related….. venison, fawn, doe and now stag. I see this dialog as a way to show I got rid of all the past and devils haunting my life.

  • venison was about flesh, its influences in our acts and lives,  and the fact I am eating meat now.
  • fawn, like a rebirth, a new hope and life.
  • Doe was about fatality of life.
  • Stag will be about blood. The blood of Jesus, the blood lines described in the Bible from Adam to Jesus and the nephilims’ descendent, and the nazis experiment and ideals about a perfect blood line… blood in general, the animal blood in us and the importance it has had during all the History including to God.

———————below is the dialog I intend to work on my next painting —————————————————————–

Stag  - A South American dialogue between a Traditional Nazi ( Joseph Mengele’s assistant’s granddaughter ) and a Reborn Fundamentalist Christian painter.
- Penis, neck and chest used to bleed like a hunted stag.
- It has been a trophy, Mein Lieber.
- Eu, Ich.. I mean, I am not.
- Isn’t you who decidesss.
- Warum werent sie verhaftet, wenn in diesem Teil der Welt angekommen? Desse lado do mundo ?
- Speak only the devil’s language which came from North.
- Eu don’t know it very well…prefiro na lingua que eu penso.
- Isn’t you who choosesss. But for your comfort, me neither.
- Why weren’t they arrested when arrived to this side of the world?
- Their services and knowledge seemed to please and satisfy all parts involved here.
- Does my blood belong to their blood line?
- Nein, you came from their victims.
- Am I one of their experiments?
- Sie sind nicht.
- Because I had one very strong genetic characteristic of their experiments.
- If you say so… let’s call it a coincidence.
- Coincidence isn’t a very scientific or spiritual term, is it? And stop to play with your thighs in front of me.
- I know your weakness.
- You are not the Frau I am supposed to take.
- Oh, I am sorry. Are you supposed to take only one now? We both know you don’t like this rule, Stag.
- When Jesus called I answered. Now I am washed in His blood. They can’t touch me anymore.
- Blood blood blood. It is all about blood….. and blood lines.
- Not even you are able to touch me. Stop to hunt. Nobody can.
- It is all about blood line. Has been since from the very beginning, from Adam.
- I don’t care. I am free. Eu sou livre.
- Stag.
- He made me much more than this. Essa foi nossa ultima conversa e contato. Eu te lanço no abismo, Nephilim, junto com sua suastica. ( That was our last conversation and contact. I throw you into the abyss, Nephilim*, along with your swastika ).

*The Nephilim were the offspring of the “sons of God” ( fallen Angels ) and the “daughters of men” according to Genesis 6:4, a new breed not approved by God.

Doe, Caio Fern, 2012, acrylic on canvas.


43 december ,2012

Just following my obsession for “Deer culture”  and related stuff.
It is funny, people here wonder why I am doing this as in Sao Paulo deer is a word used to relate gay people. hahah, why, Caio, why are you so obsessed with gays? hahaha.
And writing Doe I realized that it means “to give” in Brazilian Portuguese too. So for the locals this painting must to be a huge gay thing, a gay screaming “”To Give !!!”",  well,  here To Give means anal sex too.  hahahah.!!!!
Ohh.. It would be hard to explain if I gave a minimum shit to this. I use to say my life would be much easier to explain if I was gay: 37 years old, single, no children, artist, went to college to study psychology ( here this is a science basically studied by women ), well dressed,  slim, I hate all sports, I hate cars, I don’t talk about business……. and other things I can’t remember now but all the time I remember I see how much people think it isn’t for men to like or do.  hahahah.
I am Christian, and different of what people think, the Fundamentalist Christians are the only ones who don’t pick on my lifestyle and don’t judge me, the only people I can be among with and won’t make stupid questions about my personal taste or every single aspect of life. Believe or not.
Ok, back to my real concern: Deer.
I can’t take from my mind an idea of the deer being hit by a car.
So the animal is leaving its own sheltered environment, it is naive and reaches the asphalt of the road. Comes the light of the car… a noisy smelling fast car… all the reasons to scare the deer to death and make it run away… but not. The deer, all naive has no idea of what is happening and gets hypnotized by the car, attracted by it. It is seducing to the animal for some reason…. and he gets hit , dies.
Now trade the word “deer” and substitute by “people”. Take the word “car” and substitute by “world”.
This is the story of our lives. The seducing world hitting us and killing us before we realize what is really happening.
Ok, It is a cheap metaphor. But it got so real and intense to me. And the fact I think these animals are so beautiful and elegant… and the life I had and what happened to me, all the lies I believed and made my life miserable in many different ways. It all was very impressive.
Because of this idea last week I took a decision that was very surprising to me. I didn’t expect to be able to do it. I got rid of lies in material form. Lies that I believed since I was a small children. Lies that took more than 20 year to collect and had to do huge and uncountable sacrifices to reunite and preserve. Wow, It was radical to me… but was so good, I felt so light and free after to get rid of it.
How many illusions and lies we collect for the whole life believing that are doing the right thing but in the end it only brought fake pleasures and real disturbs and destruction ? It is so hard to look to ourselves and realize most part of our decisions were formed by wrong concepts we have about ourselves and the world around. We usually believe we are so right doing this. The world teaches we are right doing this.ah.. forget… I am a bit ashamed, I shouldn’t have talked about this now, not this way.

It is unbearably hot here. Not kidding, I have to take shower and change clothes at least 3 or 4 times a day.
I have painted this since yesterday… well, yesterday I painted for one or two hours, I don’t remember right now… today I painted for five hours.
The biggest challenge to me on this work was to do not allow it become too illustrative, I didn’t want a painting that passed an idea of anything specific. It has to be the painting by itself just letting the expression comes up.
It is hard when you do figurative painting, based on observation. How to do not fall into illustration, or cheap dumb realism, or tack surrealism, or a stylized mannerism? Or even the stereotyped solutions we see everyday on internet and art fairs?
I wanted to work the same face by the same angle using different scales. The biggest risk wasn’t to make it happen but was to fall into a “cool idea”, an illustrative crap that any teenager or socialite would enjoy.
I made all the mistakes I haven’t done for ages. I am annoyed, angry, this heat wave melted my humor, all around me was sticky , paint getting dry too fast, I think I am smelling, stinking…. oh… all the reasons to stop and don’t go forward .
But, as I say. The world and its conditions will always be weaker than me. I did it anyway. I am not going to allow weather tells me what or how to do. If I didn’t stop to paint when I was extremely poor and didn’t have money for food or even water, if I didn’t stop to paint when nobody believed or liked my work, if I didn’t stop for any reason…. it isn’t a creep weather that will make me give up.
wow, I am still sweating a fountain here. Must to take a shower now and prepare to go to my job.

Caixa Lote Magazine – pretty good site. Thank you.


 

 

 

http://caixalote.com/caio-fern/ 

The Sao Paulo’s art magazine Caixa Lote has done a pretty nice work supporting my paintings… This time it is on their site.  Thank you and Obrigado. I sincerely wish I was there to give you a big hug. Check their site and the link to the magazine, it has great local artists you wouldn’t find so easily.

Caixa Lote : http://caixalote.com/caio-fern/

 

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Caio Fern, 2012, acrylic on canvas.


Yesterday I prepared the canvasses to start to work this morning.
I don’t know what it is happening with my internal watch, but I know I like this mess…. I woke up at 4:00 am and realized that wouldn’t sleep anymore. I am worried with nothing, not stressed, I am only affected by the heat. It has been really hot here.
One good thing is the fact I started to work out at 4:30 and only stopped at 6:00 to take a shower. At 6:30 I was already painting.
It is a good trick for me. I am too anxious to finish a painting, it isn’t a huge pleasure in my life, makes get tense and not comfortable at all…. but after to work out and a nice hot shower the muscles literally melt in exhaustion when I sit to paint. I don’t feel like to lift one finger and it helps me to only focus on the painting as I don’t want to do anything else or go to anywhere.
I put all my body over itself in front of the canvasses and only my eyes work… and my hand.
Almost all the anxiety leaves my mind, I am so exhausted that I don’t care for nothing. It becomes a more spiritual activity, the body and its chemistry isn’t among eyes , feelings, targets, and the painting itself.
This isn’t the very first time I use this trick and I intend to do it many other times.
The problem is that I like to paint early in the morning, the light is prettier and more crystal, the air is fresher and the street is more silent. It is hard to find a way to wake up very early every day, do heavy physical exercises and than start to paint.

Before to start to work I went to studio and saw the canvasses prepared and all the plans I had for it. Fine. In the shower I realized that my initial idea wouldn’t work very well… as a matter of fact would, but there is a painting I did something like 4 or 5 months ago and this new one would look too much like that one.
So I went to the studio with no idea of what I would paint or how.
It was good, allowed me to improvise and find the work’s own nature and reason to exist.  42 december, 2012