The Fine Art Blog of Darren Daz Cox

Oil on 2 inch deep canvas 18×24 inches.

It looks a little different than the colors here, but the oil glaze is so transparant, yet thick, it is bouncing the light back from the white gesso beneath and refracting it.

I love the idea of light interacting with the medium, light is so magical!

I don’t know what this means, perhaps it is awaiting a radical group to claim it as their own!

Yes, I’m sure there’s a personal meaning, perhaps my male machno-ness manifested (I was watching Henry Rollins and Iggy Pop on TV when I painted the arm) but I really think it’s a symbol with more meaning for someone else.

Raw Power!

I like the idea of someone randomly finding this painting and saying "I just made a group/concept/etc called The Red Arm and this would be great for our newsletter/graphic/etc). Creating synchronicity is a great thing!

Being an artist is dragging your innermost feelings out, giving a piece of yourself, no matter in which art form, in which medium.
Henry Rollins

I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.
Henry Rollins

What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.
Iggy Pop

 …and speaking of punk rock! here’s a CD cover for my first punk band Lead Babie! art by me of course!

my first punk band *sigh*, we wrote anti-nuclear war songs and songs about Reagan being a scat-muncher as well as a lot of uncensored radio commedy skits…

essentially it was me (Daz aka Darren Defect with the ideas and artwork  and Russell ‘Rusty rooster’ Brown aka Biff on guitar and vocals)

Lead (prounced Led like in Zeppelin) Babie rules!!

Here’s some of our stuff in MP3 or streaming, however you wankers prefer.

Lead Babie was a punk rock band with a concept, in the future all the radiation from the inevitable nuclear wars would mutate everyone, except the Lead babie who, obviously, was perfect because he hated Ronald Reagan or something like that, it was a long time ago…

Lead Babie’s Motto–; "Please don’t puke on the band members" (which was basically inspired by the Black Flag radio commercials on the ‘Everything went Black" album and Monty Python’s movie The Meaning of Life with Mr. Creosote

Maitre d’: Good evening sir and how are we today?
Mr. Creosote: Better.
Maitre d’: Better?
Mr. Creosote: Better get a bucket. I’m gonna throw up.

Lead Babie had always planed to die while choking on vomit (but not their own) as their plane was crashing after bursting into flames but somehow the band members survived and Biff Brown is a famous singer songwriter and Darren Daz Cox is a genius artist!

Sometimes you need Monty Python to really explain the concept of your band..

 Dennis: Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I’m being repressed!
King Arthur: Bloody peasant!
Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw him, Didn’t you?

Dingo: You must spank her well, and after you are done with her, you may deal with her as you like… and then… spank me.
All: And me. And me too. And me.
Dingo: Yes. Yes, you must give us all a good spanking.

Dingo: And after the spanking, the oral sex.

Galahad

: Well, I could stay a bit longer…

Lead Babie gigs often devolved into ‘bag lady’ skits (we’re punk rocker’s we don’t have to explain, we’re creative and eccentric!)

Maria the cleaning woman: I used to work in the Académie Française / but it didn’t do me any good at all. / And I once worked in the library in the Prado in Madrid / But it didn’t teach me nothing I recall. / And the Library of Congress you would have thought would hold some key / but it didn’t and neither did the Bodlean Library. / In The British Museum I hoped to find some clue / I worked there from nine till six / Read every volume through / But it didn’t teach me nothing about life’s mystery. / I just kept getting older, it got more difficult to see. / Till eventually me eyes went and me arthritis got bad. / So now I’m cleaning up in here but I can’t be really sad. / Cause you see I feel that life’s a game. / You sometimes win or lose. / And though I may be down right now at least I don’t work for Jews.

(we weren’t racist like Maria was though!)

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Originally posted 2008-03-14 08:37:38. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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