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.
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Myth of Creation: Womb Dream Song
acrylic on canvas
gross dimensions: 36 x 72 1/4 inches
[ in 2 pieces, mounted together ] 2010 |
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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.
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.
Labels:
abstract,
acrylics,
drawing,
elements,
experimental,
expressionist,
landscape,
language,
meta,
multi media. Robert Skot McMillan.,
myth,
Myth of Creation,
on canvas,
poetry,
portrait,
realism,
science,
symbolism
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Thursday, 14 November 2013
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Thursday, 7 November 2013
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
from the current "Myth of Creation" exhibit. Studio 56. Powell River, BC, Canada. "Wombonaut/ Basking in the Afterburn" 2010
Monday, 21 October 2013
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Friday, 18 October 2013
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. . .
Sunday, 6 October 2013
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
Thursday, 26 September 2013
Friday, 13 September 2013
Monday, 26 August 2013
Sunday, 25 August 2013
Monday, 12 August 2013
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Crops in the field series pt. 2
today's crop extracted from the 2010 painting ://
Centrifusion
acrylic on canvas and panel
52 1/2 x 71 1/2 inches acrylic on canvas and panel
[ in 7 pieces, mounted together ]

Saturday, 20 July 2013
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
Friday, 28 June 2013
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
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.
Poem from somewhere between february 1991 and may 1993
SAME HEARTBEAT
I know that you know me;
we don’t
speak.
We flow together,
complete a part of
each other.
You and I
Are…
no matter.
You and I don’t
Speak.
We can see
in the silence.
Same heartbeat.
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.
Preface
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.
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
SAME HEARTBEAT
I know that you know me;
we don’t
speak.
We flow together,
complete a part of
each other.
You and I
Are…
no matter.
You and I don’t
Speak.
We can see
in the silence.
Same heartbeat.
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
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
click on image to activate slide gallery
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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.
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Saturday, 20 April 2013
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
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
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