Gabinetto Segreto III & More

Gabinetto Segreto III, the third iteration of an annual erotic art show at the Vanderelli Room, has been up and running for most of the month.

“Nude with Horn” by Lynda McClanahan

As expected, “Nude With Horn” sold right away. All of my nude ladies are on the smallish side, priced to sell and move fast.

“Club LaRouge” by Lynda McClanahan

“Club LaRouge” is larger, more ambitious and carries a higher price tag but to my surprise it has sold as well. The gallery benefited from the foot traffic generated during “Urban Scrawl,” an arts and music event held in Franklinton over the weekend. The only piece left is “Little Sister.” At $975.00 it’s a bargain, but anything over $400.00 sells very slowly in this town. Oh well. Two out of three isn’t bad.

“Nipple Chair:” Gabinetto Segreto, Vanderelli Room

The exhibit is wider ranging and sweeter than I expected.

Gabinetto Segreto III: Vanderelli Room

The “Dong Show” came at a mid-point in Gabinetto Segreto’s run and generated foot traffic as well. Joel and I did our best to perform “Homo Erectus,” a naughty polka written by Kinky Friedman, but our act was the weakest of the evening I fear. Can’t be good at everything I guess.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Post-Gabinetto, I’m continuing to comb through the old art catalog for favorite things which have sold and drifted off into the art-ethers. “Girl With Lotus” is an example.

The original was 6″x6″and probably done for the Ohio Art League’s annual Thumb Box holiday show. It’s graphically strong, mostly thanks to the wealth of black hair framing the figure’s face. I’ve always gravitated to long, dark, veil-like hair.

“Girl With Lotus” by Lynda McClanahan

The new version is larger and more carefully done but, as always, I’ve gained some things and lost others. The hand position is more rational in this version and the lotus is nicely done. The original had a freshness and immediacy reminiscent of ancient Roman frescoes which is no longer present however. Even when you copy your own work, no two pieces are ever the same.

The stockpiling of small, decorative things continues as I enter more and more shows. I’m ready.


Running With animals

I’m continuing to turn out smaller, sellable things for the featured artist gig at 3060 Gallery on the West side in 2020. “Nude With Kangaroo,” finished just today probably isn’t one of them.

“Nude With Kangaroo” by Lynda McClanahan

I’ve been obsessed with the theme of naked ladies riding animals for some time. It began with observing depictions of Goddesses atop their “vahanas,” (animal mounts). I’ve obviously been influenced by a God-niece who married a Malaysian Tamil Hindu from Australia and, yes, there is a baby involved.

The skin color of the human figure came slowly and caused some anxiety. The first impulse was to make the lady’s skin dark, but that would have made her disappear too much vis a vis the kangaroo. There was also a desire to avoid depicting anyone of African descent in relationship to an animal. Once the lady became light skinned, I had to decide how much the piece would be a literal reference to my young friend and how much it would not. In the end I nixed portraiture in favor of something with more universal appeal. The result is quirky, funny and probably only showable at hipster venues like the Vanderelli Room. Thank God for the Vanderelli Room!

Two other pieces destined for 3060 Gallery are also complete. Both are re-dos first done in the mid-aughts.

“Lady With Buckeyes” by Lynda McClanahan

The original of this work was smaller and technically less accomplished but it DID sport a spray of vegetation which looked more like a marijuana leaf than a Buckeye tree. Oh well. You get some things and lose others when you revisit old ideas.

“Red Flower” by Lynda McClanahan

“Red Flower” is another copy of an old work. I first started painting again as medicine for a deeply disappointed and troubled emotional nature. At that time lower impulses were edging out higher ones and I was at wits end. Since getting rid of my animal nature was impossible, I decided to honor and make love to it instead via painting. Unlike repression, this actually worked.

We are all riding our own “vahanas” through this life. Just as in gardening, everything starts from the ground up. I celebrate the animal which takes me everywhere, from the lowest low to the highest height.