May 22, 2022

Viewers that meet me often ask “Where do your ideas come from?” I reply that despite how surreal the final paintings might be, the majority of my ideas come as a result of direct observation of the real world. As i go through my daily routines , I will notice something in my immediate environment that , for reasons i don’t always understand, will inspire a “flight of fantasy” , an imagined narrative that moves from the concrete to the surreal plane and is the beginning of a new painting. When this happens i’m happy, it feels like a “gift from the gods”.

I just had this experience again yesterday. I was painting by my studio window in the late afternoon, which is directly opposite an old cemetery (lancaster cemetery). I happened to look across the street just in time to see an older woman holding a little flag up high and leading a group of about 30 people at a very brisk pace through some elaborate maze of her own design around dozens of tombstones.. She moved so quickly that she was always way ahead of her slower flock (lots of older people). and they strung out behind her in a long line…I’ll show you the fantasy this inspired when the painting is finished, but let me just say it will have more to do with the dead buried there then the living. In this photo you can see the lady with the flag far right (black shorts, red t), and her flock lagging behind on the left. As best as i can figure out must have been a tour group…

This way of observing my world is why I like to call myself a Magical Realist rather than a Surrealist, my images are rooted in the ordinary “real” world rather than what appears to be an alien plane (where much of the first generation surrealism appears to take place, think dali) . From what i have seen of art history, this “real world surrealism” seems to be a very feminine genre. Thinking of my favorite surrealists frida, leanora carrington, remedios varos, Dorothea Tanning . I also find it no accident that much of Magical Realism seems to have originated from spanish speaking countries, as santana said, “spanish is the loving tongue”. To me this reflects what I have noticed myself ; that the metaphysical coexists more closely and is more accepted in latin cultures than it is here in the states .

Dec. 2, 2021

cmsa; i love what i happened to hear by chance on an interview of the collab between brian eno and david byrne...talking about the creative act, eno said (paraphrasing); "artists are gardners, not architects, they plant a mysterious seed then watch it grow, they don't create and work off of blueprints..true that, but he doesn't mention some seeds take as long as giant redwoods to grow...like this current wip, about 4 months in, keep "planting seed", watching it grow, then daily deciding i hate it, pulling out seedling, plant new one, etc etc...Might not be exactly what eno was thinking, but this is the way i roll sometimes, all the hallmarks of one of those "transitional paintings" i mentioned in an earlier post...just gotta be patient. wip "Am I flying or am I falling?", jury's still out

Nov. 24, 2021

cmsa; As you may of noticed, if you identify as male, and are younger than me, i most likely call you "lil bro". I'd like you to meet the original one, he was my most adored childhood playmate and constant companion, and I called him Pabby (short for pablito). I remember our childhood in the then mostly undeveloped point loma neighborhood of san diego, as one long endless summer. We left each morning on some form of wheels (bikes, skates, skate boards, tonka trucks, red wagons) , free to roam in the rugged hills and canyons around our home. Free to discover, imagine, create, explore, and play whatever and where ever we liked, free to get into trouble, and then find a way out for our ourselves...We were only required to return home for meals or when the street lights turned on (after 9 pm for much of the year) or if someone got hurt. Both of us by nature sensitive , this was the perfect antidote for much of the anxiety we both felt at home. I adore him still, but since adulthood our paths have mostly diverged. Most recently, as i have prepared for my own big move, he and his life's companion (i call her tia) are in the process of moving to their new forever home near their cocoa plantation in Ecuador. All surviving valles in my immediate family are on the move these days, my older sis and her partner have bought a COMPLETELY undeveloped and exceptionally beautiful piece of land outside of cortez colorado, where they plan to personally (and with their own hands!) to build their dream homes from scratch. Each of us is doing our best to find our own particular bliss (we are old, if not now, when???), no matter how crazy or unlikely to succeed we are, just as our parents have encouraged us each to do from the day of our births....What a gift! my only wish is that they were still here to see each of us reaching for the stars, just as they taught us... i write this with tears of gratitude flowing as they haven't in some time, and thank you mom and dad just doesn't sound big enough for what they gave us. This lesson i offer to all of you too; the best is yet to come!!!!...all my love to the valle family; Howard , Doris, Donna (dead at 40 from melanoma, it's a blessing to remember she began earliest of us all to live her dream, as if she knew she would not get her "full measure"), Cheri, Cynda and Paul and our foster mother Carolina (rara to us). -Thanksgiving Gratitude, (who needs the stinkin' turkey????? ) -2021 , with all my love, cynda mary

Nov. 22, 2021

Cmsa: Omg, another blast from the past, me with one of our two monkeys, check out my right hand , Ihow I’m digging my thumb into my leg, I was terrified of those monkeys , they had one inch fangs and a nasty bite. I’m still like that , terrified most of the time but doing my best to hide it!

Nov. 21, 2021

cmsa; unpacking and came across these from a family trip in 2010. Left the family playing ping pong in luxemburg park and spent the day drawing marble in the musee d'orsay. Three things made a lasting impression; 1. How the feminine ideal changes as seen through the eyes of the men who adored their form through the years, from the straight forward, strong ,highly structured functionality of the green drawings figure, to the sprightly, delicate , "feminine" figure in the purple drawing. Sort of polar opposites, i liked that. 2. How the heck did they get marble to look so much like warm soft living flesh, that i could easily talk myself into believing that i caught a few of the marbles breathing out of the corner of my eye? 3. Maybe i'm just overthinking it, i was amused at the time to think if someone had to name this collection the name would have to be "Female Butts Through the Ages, and the Men Who Adored Them"

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Nov 20, 2021

CMSA; Todays post inspired by one of the most inspirational families i have ever known and one of the best love stories i have ever had the pleasure of observing. They are Reggie senior and junior, Gervel and Amani Sampson. it breaks my heart i don't get to celebrate reggie in person, my heart aches for the pain the familiy is feeling as they process one of lifes most difficult transitions..

I would definitely want to share a few of my favorite reggie stories from back in the day! Like the one when he asked me to repaint your pregnant with amani face ( what's that been now, like 30 years???) because he always wanted to see you smile!!! I said at the time; "Reggie, why did you wait til the painting was done to tell me??!!" He just looked me straight in the eye and said calmly; "I didn't" ... And with those two words i learned a very important lesson (when it comes to commission painting ), that i remind myself of often...Do not get so carried away with your personal vision, that you fail to hear your client when he is trying to tell you of his... i"ve been trying to remember if i ever told him (and you) how moved and grateful i've been for that lesson as well as all your support through the years? Thank you. i love you both, and i'll never forget the pleasure of watching the love you had for each other hold steady all these years.

As for you , dear sister artist, i know you know that you will take the time to grieve as you must, but will also remember that artmaking will keep you in touch with your center. When your world rocks this will help you keep your psychic equilibrium. I think there's value in just showing up in your studio, even if you don't feel like it, and even if no art making actually takes place that day. After all, this is the place where artists go to process everything, from rage to bliss to tragedy....all my love, your sister Cynda Mary

nov. 19, 2021

whenever i notice the stock market going up again, i wonder why people consider our economy prosperous, when every big city is over flowing with what looks to me like the opposite???????

Nov. 18,2021

CMSA; omg, the eye candy!!!! Sometimes I have to close my eyes for a minute, or it’s almost too much

Oct 24, 2021

ADDENDUM; thanks for all your thoughtful remarks (and in a few cases satirical, you know who you are!!! )i just want to clarify a few things tho;

First, this rant is nothing new as it has been the case for all of my career so far, i'm no more unhappy now than i have ever been (please note the "so far", faith springs eternal in my little heart)

Sadly i have had many great galleries/dealers over the years, and they are only marginally better at sellling my work than i am...So sad i didn't make them loads of money either...Currently thankful and apologetic to Todd Gresley at Ao5 Gallery in austin, and Daphne and David Benavides at Enchanted Studios in LA.

I am not likely to quit painting now or ever, feeling genetically incapable of quitting something i have undertaken, no matter how long it takes ( from my side , that's how i happened to stay married for just short of 30 years). I blame my Texan mommy for that, she and i and many i have known with Texan dna have a sheer cussed refusal to surrender , no matter what, and in the face of overwhelming odds against us (remember the alamo!!)

As to why this is my situation, I think one of my all time favorite dealers Darrell Couturier of Couturier Gallery in los angeles had it right when he told me years ago (late 80's); Figurative artists tend to not sell as well during their lifetimes because collectors of the period tend to see all figurative works as "Portraiture" and they don't want to have pics on their walls of people they don't know, after the passage of hundreds of years future collectors see the same figures as iconic or representative of a point of view rather than "portraits" of a specific person and are happy to collect them...I wasn't happy to hear this then, and fought against it, but now, looking back, i gotta admit, i think he was right! *sigh* . Well as they've also been saying for some time; "life is short, art is long"

Finally i have concluded; That if you can relieve your work of the burden of "getting out there and makin' mama some money", all will be well. It is with that goal in mind that i have relocated to Pennsylvania, where i hope to live for less than half of what it cost me to live in los angeles... If i am correct, i should be able to make it here a whole year for around the same amount it cost me in rent alone in Los Angeles ($24,000)... I'll let you know how that works out...

I'm adding another vintage self portraits from my first tenure in Los Angeles in the 80's, 90's

cmsa; WARNING A RANT COMING AHEAD!!!!!

Top things to NEVER SAY to an unhappy artist;

1. "Look at van gogh, he didnt sell one painting during his lifetime"

Yeah, remember how depressed he was during his life, and

ask yourself how

does that help me feel better???????

2. "don't worry, they'll sell better after you're dead"

Yeah, ditto, ask yourself how that makes me feel

better????????????

3. ps "Fixers" , when they hear me complain, have a strong conviction that they know the one thing that will solve my problem, if only i will listen, i recognize that this is not intended as insult but just someone sincerely trying to "help"...one says "just paint flowers" one says "subdue your palette " , one says "paint smaller" , one says "paint bigger" , "charge more (or less)" etc etc. Infact, i would hope that they would realize that in my 48 year career i've most likely BEEN THERE, DONE THAT, tried it already...

Forgive me for saying this, but sometimes that feels llike an insult to my intelligence...FORGIVE MY OCCASIONAL BAD ATTITUDE, BUT I GOTTA SAY, I COME BY IT HONESTLY....RANT OVER

Oct 23, 2021

dear goddess, i appreciate your immediate attention in providing cali with water, thank you...but please back it up a bit before it produces another of the natural disasters that california is also famous for (chalking it up to the "be careful what you wish for" file)

cmsa; the bedroom window view today. Looks like rain...Here's a quick little fairy tale for the people of Los Angeles...Once upon a time there was a little town called Lancaster, where a refreshing clear liquid fell from the sky relatively frequently. The people had many uses for this substance from slacking the thirst of all that lives, to getting all things squeaky clean. They say in the summer it's also lovely to immerse oneself in on a hot day. People socialize and congregate near all of it's natural locations, and it helps them all have fun and relax. I hope that all of los angeles, in fact all of california should enjoy having this magical substance fall from the sky again soon. The End, love, cynda mary

0ct 17, 2021

cmsa; chaos and not alot of unpacking yet here at the house of cynda, but i'm gonna paint for a few days anyway, kind of relocate my "center" and make things seem normal, as in business as usual...

oct 16, 2021

cmsa ;

ON LOOKING, NOT PAINTING

Everyday, when I am done painting I bring the current painting home and spend hours looking at it. Housemates have teased me about this so called "infatuation" with my work, not realizing how important it is to spend time looking rather than actively painting, …. Ideally this “slow looking” evolves into a painting that tells me something about myself that I didn’t already know and moves me in directions much more interesting then where I THOUGHT I was going... When this starts to happen I experience the most wonderful sensation of becoming the medium, rather than the author of the work. The painting starts to direct me, rather than the other way around. This is a truly heady sensation, one that, more than any other, feeds my soul and gives me the reason to paint. In order to be willing to spend the time “just looking” I have had to develop faith that the process will work, and that faith gives me the tenacity and patience I need to sit and simply look, no matter how long it takes for the “Muse” to speak.

The process reminds me of those old lava lamps from the 60’s; The subliminal (unconscious) mind bubbles at the base of the lamp. Given time and a quiet mind, (“unhindered,by preconceptions or mind sets”) and influenced only by the colors, shapes, textures, and images in the painting in front of me, a bubble of an idea will detach from the base of the lamp (subliminal mind) and slowly rise through the viscous liquid to pop into the conscious mind (top of the lamp) complete and fully formed and presenting such an obvious and simple direction for the painting to move that I am always surprised that it took so much time looking to discover it. I get that magical sensation that I didn’t think it up myself, merely grabbed it when it popped into my consciousness.

The Quakers too, understand this phenomenon. “The still small voice within” requires the quieting of your conscious mind and sufficient time to focus in and hear the voice. Even so we often try to deny the voice, it is so subtle, and we can easily drown it out… But over time it will bubble up again and again, quietly burst ing into our consciousness until we “see.”

Yours truly, cynda mary .

This is a painting from the archives (early 80's), don't remember title but it was a double self portrait and I do remember feeling it definitely took on a life of it's own...

oct 15, 2021

cmsa; this is the backyard, a soothing balm for eyes too used to the dirt, cement, and desperate poverty of my LA neighborhood.

Oct 14, 2021

cmsa; new life starts today, moon rising over my own little playhouse, to comemorate the moment!!!!

sept 27, 2021

cmsa; well today the movers are coming to move my stuff, and i must follow....Dear Los angeles, i leave feeling i have not managed to be your master in this, my second tenancy here, and i leave sad and disappointed in both you and me. And your parting shot is letting me again feel and see your incomparable beauty (i had lost that knack)...but thankfully i am leaving with my painting mojo well intact, and my passion to paint as great as ever...cmsa reopens in lancaster pa soon, love to all i will deeply miss!!!!!!!!!photo of the LA river adjacent to the brew, by brewery artist Kevin Break

October 17, 2019

ANATOMY OF A PAINTING (LETTER TO COLLECTOR)

ANATOMY OF A PAINTING
Alt Jesus
Completed sunday, June 2, 2019

Dear Paul and Nelson,
Here you go! Please remember, though this painting is based quite specifically on a number of very personal thoughts, it’s not what I think about it that is relevant . I want the viewer to see what bubbles up from his own particular psyche, and then tell me about it. I like hearing viewers who start their observations; “I remember when___________””, “This reminds me of____________” “Once I Dreamed___________” These starting words let me know, that what’s coming is an authentic and personal observation. This makes me happy; I hate pseudo intellectual “art speak” and I love hearing ideas about my images that I didn’t think of myself.

Please forgive typos and “stream of consciousness”—if I edit too much I loose the flow. Disclaimer: being from a family of lapsed Catholics, I feel somehow justified criticizing same.

I think the meaning of paintings are sort of like an onion: there are many layers, and they start superficially from the surface to the interior, and continue growing, ever closer to the “core.” The layers of meaning in a painting are the same. The layers are as numerous as the number of people who look at an image and what the viewer perceives there is dictated by their own particular life experience.

The superficial “layer” might be a relatively common place location, object or figure particular to the life of an individual artist. Then, think more, look more, and the same commonplace images become sort of super-charged with meaning. Even if the viewer is unfamiliar with the time and culture of a painting, she can relate in a visceral, emotional way to the underlying meaning. Think Frida Kahlo—her images used highly specific details of her specific life, but you didn’t have to have been impaled on a trolley car railing to relate to her pain. The images were very personal, but the pain is universal.

My painting has had a few different titles during it’s production. First was Bathed in the Blood. I remember when I was a little kid in Sunday school, I, like most little kids, tended to take things literally. So when the teacher first introduced the catholic notion of “transubstantiation” (strangest word in the English language, note how it has no body, just a string of prefixes followed by a few suffixes!), the teacher in her description of the word used the phrase “bathed in the blood of Christ.” I thought she meant that on the day I was to be confirmed, in order to show my courage and good faith, I would take a bath in actual blood. I was one of those kids that faint at the sight of blood, so this future “trial” of my faith filled me with terror and nightmares for some time.

I’ve experienced many other surreal “misconceptions” about life during my childhood and they tend to turn up in my paintings. In Alt-Jesus, the model standing in for little girl me, taking a “blood bath” is Teresa Fultz. In real life she is the person who periodically cleans my space and organizes me and has become a friend as well.

Another title was Luz de Jesus (Light of Jesus), and it is also a relic of an early Sunday school class lesson. Our teacher pointed out that in religious paintings “light means holy.” She showed us dozens of Christian paintings where a halo or “ring of light” around a figures head signified the holiness of this person or that person. So I took that to mean when light fell on anything (like me for instance) it was like the “kiss of God” and I found that very comforting. Ever since I have been inspired by this notion about light and I have felt a kind of spiritual awe for its beauty and the way it falls across form. To this end, I’ve chosen the traditions of oil painting and chiaroscuro as my medium. The luminosity and saturation of color possible with oil glazes mean it’s comes closest to replicating my childhood’s magical and romantic fantasies about the nature/“rapture” of light.

Regarding chiaroscuro, it is the idea that paradoxically, the best way to represent the luminosity of light is to surround it with darkness. In Alt-Jesus the literal Luz de Jesus is the glowing star on the chest of the male model. The model’s name is Michael Sabet. He is a great young painter (check him out) and alum of my atelier cmsa. He is half Nicaraguan and half Persian. As I sat for hours working on this painting, I realized that choosing him to be Jesus was also a result of my early Sunday school. One of the things I remembered not liking was all those pics of Jesus as a young blond with cold blue eyes that I saw literally everywhere. (Have since learned this is the most printed image of all time.) To me he looked scary in that picture, like a Nazi with long hair.

My student Michael makes a much better and more benevolent Jesus, I think, than the one in the pictures. He has the face of an angel and though he doesn’t look like any specific ethnicity, his skin looks like his people hale from warm places. In Sunday school they told me the story of Mary Magdalen (“fallen woman”) and Jesus. The idea was that Jesus wasn’t some snotty academic aristocrat, but rather a man of the people who did not judge and served all people, even impoverished “sex workers with a heart of gold” like Mary.

In Sunday school they played a game called “what would Jesus look like if he was alive today?” You were supposed to pick some sort of person who you thought Jesus would look like today. I’ve played that game in my own head often. I think Michael Sabet, a self professed gender fluid “rave rat” with a “heart of gold,” makes the perfect Jesus to me. I’ve enjoyed using a model that I think will make an impact as an artist in the future himself.

The title I settled on, Alt-Jesus, is meant to poke fun at one of the dumbest political ideas of all times—under the Republican POTUS, Donald Trump, “alternate facts.” I love to inject a current political/cultural event reference in my work to inform future viewers of the political POV of this moment. I included other details to memorialize the natural world of the moment too. For example, in Alt-Jesus, while we were in the 2019 “super bloom,” I happened to be painting the feet of Jesus, so I decided to depict California poppies at his feet to refer to the super bloom this year.

I’m often sandwiching together several photo references in the same image. In Alt-Jesus, the wall is from The Jesus Wall production studio here at the Brewery, and behind Jesus’s feet and legs is the city view from Brewery roof facing west at sunset, the railroad yard on the left downtown on the right.

In Alt-Jesus, as I often do, I put in a detail that I thought was quite humorous, though I may be the only person that notices it. See the head of Mary that Jesus stands on top of? To amuse myself, I switched out the female face to make a male transgender Mary.

Anybody who has ever sat in a darkened auditorium, looking at images in art history class as I did, will note certain iconic “characters” pop up, recurring in every culture’s art through every phase of human existence. The way they kept showing up in art across time and culture makes me want to add my version to the same subjects/topics from my own particular POV—this time, culture, place and my own particular experience within it. It makes me feel great to be another link in a long chain that connects me back thru time to some of my painter heroes.

I often had to really struggle to stay awake and alert in darkened rooms of lecturing historians, so I often ended up in this semi-awake state and I think these iconic characters sunk into my dreams and subliminal mind from being in that dreamlike state for hours. The result is if you ask me the exact title and the year a work was done I will not know, but I can describe the painting’s appearance relatively easily and these archetypes are what pop into my conscious mind to paint. The people, places, and events of wherever I find myself at the moment become my own version’s and backgrounds for these iconic men and women. So far
I’ve done Eve, Virgin Mary, Siddhartha, God, Light, Jesus , Ophelia, Odalisque, angels, flying people, birds, Olympia, brides/virgins, sisters, mothers, children, fathers, Manets, Cinderella (I was named after her), barmaid at the Folies-Bergere, crone, women as the object of desire, women as real individual people, and Mother Nature, to name a few.

I started my art school education at an art school in Chihuahua, Mexico. I think I imprinted on the aesthetic of the first flesh and blood painters I ever knew, and the place I happened to be when I first learned about oil painting (at the Universidad of Bellas Arte) and fell in love with the saturated palette of Mexico.

I could go on but you get the idea! Fondest regards, cynda

The letter describes this painting; "Alt -Jesus" oil on linen, 58x42", 2019

Alt -Jesus, 58 X 42, Oil on Linen, 2019

Alt -Jesus, 58 X 42, Oil on Linen, 2019

June 24th, 2019

cmsa;while i've been up north a few years raising kids, sexual politics and feminism has been undergoing a huge shift down here in LA. Yesterday's open studio and public painting event brought it home for me. I found myself chatting on the couch with three beautiful young women, and one beautiful young man. As a person with social phobias, i was amazed at how confident and comfortable in their own skins they seemed to be, way more than i have ever been (even tho i was atleast 40 years older then they). Despite their youth, they all made a comfortable living (something i still haven't managed) and seemed self confident to a degree well beyond their years...Plus they were kind and friendly, generous really, patiently answering all my questions about how they got to be so self assured. So what college, self improvement program produced this new and improved model of youthful humanity? NONE! They're autonomous independent contractors in the sex industry (film and web cam from home, specifically)…I’ve been wondering ever since how my own painting career might have gone differently if I could’ve started out feeling as empowered as they? I’m also marveling at their “empowerment” because, back in my youth, that was not a word you would normally associate with the sex industry’s treatment of women. The “times they are a changing”, and sometimes for the better.

June 22nd, 2019

cmsa;sometimes in between painting, for a treat, i sculpt a little something with polymer clay. This one is going to be a portrait of Willie Loman (death of a salesman) ; when it's done he'll be wearing a wife beater and boxer shorts, in a creepy little cage with an apple tree growing out of his side. Working title "Seed Bed Two" , "Seed Bed One" is that extremely weird piece by Vito Acconci years ago; he erected a ramp up over a platform then down the other side ,it was in new york, maybe at the Modern? (pleas assist art historians). There was text next to the piece instructing you to walk across the ramp, and informing you that the artist was physically present in the space below the platform and that he was "masterbating", and thats the "seedbed" he was referring to in the title. Usually i hate performance art, but for it's sheer freakishness , his work has always inspired me to let my own "freak flag fly" , an important lesson for any contemporary artist, nothing is too "weird" as long as it comes from the heart!!!