Tuesday 3 December 2013

Sunday 24 November 2013

IN the Digital Exhibition at the SCOPE Art Fair in Miami 2013, December 3 - 8th

"Myth of Creation: Womb Dream Song"  Will be On Display in the Digital Exhibition at the SCOPE Art Fair in Miami 2013. It will be displayed in rotation on several HD plasma screens from December 3rd-8th.
 Myth of Creation: Womb Dream Song
acrylic on canvas
gross dimensions: 36 x 72 1/4 inches
[ in 2 pieces, mounted together ]

Wednesday 20 November 2013

And Now I will begin to address the elements of the language of this "Myth of Creation"

 body of work. And I will begin with something poetically inscribed, described_

poem to "Ophelia. Nexu Corporus"

out of the sky we come. aliens. outsiders. explorerz. the adult fetus astronaut time traveler. the light of visions. fragments of languages. emoting to scale, plugged into a proverbial pandora. dumpster diving. floating in a mist, amidst the trees, you are seeing me. it rains a reflection of you. the origin of species revisited. elements of an equation, warm, in the womb.

Monday 21 October 2013

from the current "Myth of Creation" exhibit. Studio 56. Powell River, BC, Canada. "New Century Rhymes, pt. 13. Nuclear Interaction". 2010

New Century Rhymes, pt. 13. Nuclear Interaction
acrylic on canvas and panel
gross dimensions: 50 x 71 1/4 inches
[ in 5 pieces, mounted together ]
2010 acrylic on canvas and panel
gross dimensions: 50 x 71 1/4 inches
[ in 5 pieces, mounted together ]

Sunday 20 October 2013

the "Myth of Creation" exhibit is now fully operational

adding title/medium/size/price stickers to my "Myth of Creation" exhibit at  Studio 56, Townsite, Powell River, BC, Canada.
photo: Shane Bodie

Monday 14 October 2013

Ardessa Nica Jesseau [ September 1.1970 - July 14.2013} Rest In Peace sweet angel xoxo

I painted 4 portraits of Ardessa in 2004 in honor of the romance, love, and friendship that we shared. In honor of her sugar power. It was the sweetest thing. The 4th painting I gave to her last time I saw her.
The first time I saw her, I remember waiting for the sea bus across to Downtown Vancouver.The sea bus arrived,and there she was waiting to come off, standing there, smiling, her eyes fixed on me.Our eyes met and everything around her quickly melted. Only she stood there, our eyes locked together. the doors opened , and she was gone. I was stunned by her magnificent beauty. Soon after, I walked into the first day of the same art history class with her at Capilano College, N. Vancouver early Fall of 1989. I was 21, she was 19 then. Fate, Chance. Stars collided. I knew without question that I had met an angel right then. I will never forget that first moment and the time and kisses that we shared. Over time since then, we kept in touch wherever she was on this earth, being the great whirld traveler that she was. It was always great fun to catch up. We weren't so much in touch in the last few years but I was comforted by the knowledge of having her sweet self in my life, and in my heart.
News of her passing arrived 3 months to the day, on October 14th. I had sent her a message on facebook a couple of months ago, and hadn't heard back. thinking it odd, I went to her facebook page and began to scroll down, ... . to my utter shock! In tears, I read on. I was and still am very gutted by this tragic news, as I can only imagine her mum, sister, partner, and many many beloved friends across the world also are. I am only comforted that  her passing was quick and that she did not suffer, but, she was taken far too early, and I did not get the chance to see her one last time, or to say goodbye. But, I will never say goodbye. You are in my heart for all eternity Ardess. <3 bless you. I love you dearly. See you on the other side. with sweet kisses. .   .

Friday 4 October 2013

the " Myth of Creation" exhibit. Studio 56. Powell River, BC, Canada. October through November, 2013.

for the months of October and November 2013. This body of work took 5 years to complete. That period of time was between 2005 and 2010. This is the first show of this complete body of work, with the addition of 5 paintings from 2005 = http://www.robertskotmcmillan.com/p/6-portals.html

Monday 26 August 2013

Cortes Island pt 2

Cortes Island Self Portrait (as 'Betty')
acrylic on found/recycled canvas
12 x 20 1/2 inches

two hearts detail

full moon crop

Sunday 25 August 2013

Cortes Island,BC. August 2013. Full Moon.

Cortes Island Self Portrait (as 'Betty')/ Full Moon:stage 1 crop
acrylic on found/recycled canvas
12 x 20 1/2 inches

Monday 12 August 2013

SHOW/theHUB/Powell River

today i hung a show of paintings ranging in subject matter from; logging truck, street scene, books, portraits of heroes, a cherub, celebrating the beautyFull place that I live.(landscape)

Wednesday 31 July 2013

Crops in the field series pt. 2

reflections are critical in my process.Life is constant change, shifting, balance, finding balance. I see the process of painting in this way. Work in the studio is subject to this reflection think. constant change, a chance evolution. with most of my paintings, the only chance it has to become static is when it is sold.
today's crop extracted from the 2010 painting ://

acrylic on canvas and panel
52 1/2 x 71 1/2 inches
[ in 7 pieces, mounted together ]

Saturday 20 July 2013

Crops in the Field series/ begins 20.07.2013

today's crop extracted from the 2010 painting ://

MYTH of Creation: Mistress of the Cycle of Birth and Death

acrylic on canvas

48 x 48 inches
[ in 3 pieces, mounted together]

Wednesday 3 July 2013

assemblage in studio

I am this afternoon developing a show from my body of work devotional to depictions of a 'traditional'  subject matter.it is an equation of impressionism, realism, the representation of light and atmosphere, spacial relationships, colour. dig.


Friday 28 June 2013

Wednesday 26 June 2013

Guilty by Dissociation Theory

" trap door/ the heart wants wot the heart wants"
oil on canvas
cutout from original 4 x 8 ft / 1993
*toe not included
2013 digital photo

Thursday 30 May 2013

truing 1 part: part 1: A silent piece of the language of inter-reference between my visual art, music composition, and poetry/prose

the book of poetry

RSM. "Found Writings, Scrambled Syntax / Under the Radar, Inside A Piano"( 1991-2001 )

The poems and songs that were written during this period grew alongside my day to day explorations, and in conjunction with the evolution of my visual language.
Essentially. Mapping my path toward spiritual and creative self-discovery, I eventually escaped the bubble of my own self-consciousness and entered into a dislocation from everyday reality, triggering an eventual descent into a lengthy period of self-question and self-destruction, and the loss of sense of self and purpose...on toward healing, wholeness, understanding, a new life, a new set of eyes, a spiritual rebirth and metamorphosis, and a renewed connection and love for life, and creation.
At the end of this decade, I had documented a profound and cyclic self-evolution from light to dark, and back to light again.

This book of poetry, in short, is a construction of text as sound
and image... describing the (dark and light-filled) experiences,
changes, and issues in my day to day life that have contributed
to the way in which I have carved out my creative approach
and processes.... These words are about the fears and dangers,
changes, triumphs, and tragedies of self-discovery, exploration,
transformation, and evolution. It is a testament to life, and human
nature, ...in all its' beauty and ugliness.

digging through the universe and my inner-verse, exploring the balances between emotion and intellect, seeking to widen my 'language' and create 'inter-reference' between visual art, music composition, and poetry/prose.

Poem from somewhere between february 1991 and may 1993


I know that you know me;
we don’t

We flow together,
complete a part of
each other.

You and I
no matter.

You and I don’t

We can see
in the silence.

Same heartbeat.

Tuesday 7 May 2013

New Category: Drawings:// Kintsugi Series.

Kintsugi ://the japanese art of repairing with gold to create a perfectly imperfect piece of beauty

inquries:// robertskotmcmillan@gmail.com
click on image to activate slide gallery


Tuesday 23 April 2013

so what is this work about?, why do i keep making it?, why have my shows been so sporadic?

I have just been through a making art- as- a- business seminar last weekend. It was fantastic. I am taking stock of my life and the work, and my life related to the work. Conclusions (so far): I seem to have fallen into alot of self propelled 'traps' about these three questions. My brain is in a fog about them. My intention in life is to do what I love. This is true, answering the "why do I keep making it" question. I have known this since I was 3 years old, but did not fully get the bug until my art school years. They were challenging, exhilarating, inspiring, dangerous madness. wow. That was the drug, the fix that i wanted, the addiction that I feared.   I got so deeply addicted to the process that the real world vanished. I had worked my way out of my mind and body, set adrift from the realities of being a functioning business minded being. I lost my way. I tried a few times to escape the pain of this loss to no avail - I tried to stop thinking about and making work. It didn't work. I discovered that it was in my blood by then, and my mind had other plans. There was a deep space rocket, and my mind was on  it. Life after art school was in disarray. It still kind of is in terms of art making, not so much in terms of day-to-day, but even that has its' moments. .   .   My latest body of large work came with the diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. It has been my clearest thinking body of work. It has dredged the past, present, and future. I had utilized ideas that were sitting alone for 20+ years at times. So "what the hell is this work about?" The short answer is this: Birth.Creation. Spirit. Channeling. Evolution. A relationship with my body to the landscape and to technology. I am one with concerns for many, for earth, for harmony, for LOVE sweet love.
about the sporadic shows = a scattered mind i think, i find.
It is true, I chose to live in a cave, make work, and find safety there.
Now, I realize that it has become far more dangerous than safe.

Thursday 18 April 2013

doesn't mean anything other than love, in fact

doesn't mean anything other than love, in fact
2:05:14 PM
here and now
surfin the waves
reminded of the last body of mostly large work
in the line, in the acrylics viscera,
in the silvery shiny light coming through the studio window .
accompanied by:
a symbol and haiku that came to me a couple of days ago

inward-moving energy
toward the core light
the heart of eternity

Monday 8 April 2013

20min Maple Avenue.Powell River.North.

A little sketch while waiting for the bus. I read the schedule wrong and had 20 minutes.

Maple Avenue.Powell River.North.
Ballpoint pen. acrylic medium, note paper, heavy drawing paper.

Sunday 24 March 2013

crop of a current and untitled work in progress in a series, also in progress, which is revealing itself to be about rainbows. .. .
12 x 12 inches
acrylic on panel