Scott Wannberg, Definitively

Last Time I asked it was the call to hear Scott Wannberg

Reading the light definitively at Beyond Baroque, 

The last call: 

July 27, 2008

Light is coming in from everywhere

Light is always coming in

Its bending time into pretzels

Its bending gravity into who knows you and me

Reading awkwardly into the Commander in Chief

Of the sleep-ridden armada of the United States

Scott Wannberg bellows into our dreams

With magnificence

With magnitude 

With imagination

That lauds our inner being

With a yes, indeed.

William Ernest Brown

I love this man's singular creative genius

I have seen him produce paintings with true spleen

Unwavering attention to the horribleness of it all

If he were not looking at the uncanny horribleness of it all

He would be discovering beauty.

 I believe he is in Florida discovering Beauty

there has been silence.

I cherish this loving soul.

Deborah's Dance Tribe (2011)

One of the singularly most lovely group of women I have ever been allowed to photograph.

With abundant respect. xx.

Painting from Jeffrey Scott Brown's Studio

This was a painting from Scott Brown's studio.

It was painted with a kind of Egg Tempera with these ... little strokes.

This isn't that great a version of the image.

Powers

If I could nominate Powers to be awarded for 

Best vision of everything I probably would.

I have said before that all this is actually His dream.

Powers is a painter and a writer of songs with his harmonica ensemble.

He goes by Scott Brown or Jeffrey Scott Brown

And he goes by Butcher John Henry

When he collaborates with Logan Fox

Scott is responsible for offering me the chance to smell the oil paint in his studio

Just a pervasive sense that oil-painting still exists and that it is still going on.

He never seems to mind when I photograph him or 

when I play music too loud in the car when I am driving

He likes the beach and considers himself and his associates

Capable of true art.

He has been able to deal with medical conditions with a kind of laughter

An internal yoga of humor.

S.A. with the sandwich opera

One of my favorite pieces of all time

Featuring S.A. with a mayonnaise sandwich ...and a toothbrush

In a plastic bag

Encased in plexiglass or resin

I first encountered this art one day back in the late 80s in his apartment on Vermont

It occurred at the same time that I read the sign he had on his wall

"Choose to be Stupid"

This is at his Avenel Gardens apartment

I just love it that he is so relaxed

Perhaps he is thinking of Bukowski, cats and wine

I think that Scott had passed away

Or maybe this was just before

And he was speaking about Scott

And he misses Scott and he loves Scott

S.A. Griffin

I will have to ask Mr. Griffin if I can use this: 

it is close: a close shave.

This is Griffin outside his home: he is brilliant and comfortable.

All this on planet earth, Silverlake, somewhere in the history of 2013

S.A. and I grow silent.

Its not the same as those poetry slammin days of youth

I think he wanted to connect:

But he is an evaluator of relationships

And he marches to the rhythm of his own inner mission.

e-mission and o-mission.

What is that mission?

Where will it go and who will it take him toward being?

The Poetry Bomb

His fanatic love-child

of peace and diversion

Hitched to the back of his sedan

Is taking him over the universe

To no destination.

Minds are changing.