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ThrowBack Thursday, oil on canvas, 18" x 24," 2014

Detail of ThrowBack Thursday

The Breeze and I, oil and acylic media on canvas, 60" x 84," 2014

 

A Dusk That Never Settles, oil on canvas, 48" x 60," 2014

Detail of A Dusk That Never Settles

Paintings and nstalation views of "A Dusk That Never Settles" exhibition at Actual Size Los Angeles, June 23 - July 19, 2014

With sunset over Glendale, two fair maidens peered downward
caught foul and unaware o' how they'd crashed so violently east
wondering if the embattled waves smashing every bit of coastal aspiration and personal dignity
could, in truth, possess the unbridled force necessary to beat and bury them in this occident
the smell of an hour lined with dirt, not evidenced by hands or lines crossed their brows
curious and desperate, they asked Orleans, "Will it never be morning?"

The white cirrus overhead taunted the heroines like an inch of snow on December fourth
—life was a cold bitch with a runny nose
movement was all around them and yet they stood implacably still
until
a grizzled veteran with a psyche full of foes
let his damaged and feverish rod out of its clothes
Ursula looked at him and she laughed and she cried
Violette saw nothing, said nothing, jumped onto Glendale and died

Ursula wept for a thousand and one days
and when her eyes dried and her blouse wrung out,

she exited the haze
for a blinding white light
a voice like her mother's assured her all would be right
as the John from Arcadia plunged his prick into the night
penetrating her maidenhood like only a first love could

She thought of Lawrence, Kansas and how she wished she was from there
and all of the emotional groups she loved from there
and how she cried to their music with her short pixie fair hair
thirteen years old, bleached, stoplight on the corner of Moorpark and Victory

At that moment, life was a loss but her overall record was over five hundred and one day she saw herself living
in Verona or Florence maybe Rome or at the very least Venice
where the surf was cheap and everyone was inked up and orange and pounding all their flesh
till the drops came raining violently down to clear out the concrete pastures and make way for a peerless Silence.

--Eugene Kotlyarenko, 2014--

 

Gets Me Every Time, oil on canvas, 16" x 20, 2014

Instalation view from Louie Louie: Tow Songs From An Opera, Curated by Sam Davis, Human Reseorces, Los Angeles, CA July 2014 http://humanresourcesla.com

Flash Animation, Curently on view at Dopps Bar, Colaboration with Calvin Marcus & Michael Dopp, in the basement of 356 S. Mission Rd. Los Angeles.