gOnZO ArT & NeO-ExpRessIONisM*
Gonzo is term that became an emotive word first used by the beat generation of the 50 and 60’s when describing the experience of getting high on drugs and was to became a part of the San Francisco’s Hippy crowd vernacular. It is associated with journalistic writing of an exaggerated, subjective, and fictionalized style. Meaning bizarre or crazy.
Hunter S. Thompson brought fame to the word by using it as a descriptor for his art. His intense and ill fated relationship with the Hell’s Angels, his near-successful bid for the office of sheriff in Aspen in 1970, the notorious story behind the landmark Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, his deep involvement in Senator George McGovern’s 1972 presidential campaign, and much more by example demonstrates that Gonzo is about becoming totally immersed in ones art so as to take on a life itself. Forget objectivity one must surrender to the subjective because there is no such thing as objective truth.
Gonzo implies going out of ones mind which is exactly where an artist must be. (We are not talking insanity which is another experience and another definition.) Gonzo implies a journey and is especially poignant if one has experienced psychedelic drugs like LSD, Mescaline, psilocybin. It is to take oneself into ones art and let the experience become so subjective there is no return, only change by break through. There is a structure to all this. It is process of letting go which requires a conscious decision to work in a certain way. As the artist moves from each creation the artist trusts the experience of working free of preconceived notions. As time moves forward the process becomes easier. The heart rules and the intellect observes the phenomenon.
With the dawn of computer technology there has been a resurgence of the new wild ones. The twenty-first century has opened multiple door ways of expressions that are more complex by design yet spontaneous in terms of craft. The digital art world is fertile ground for the style of Gonzo Neo-expressionism to grow. *Gonzo Art & NeO-Expressionism© is the intellectual property of a very talented bright Gonzo lady named Kime Einhorn.
RonALd D. elLer aRtiSt & PoEt
“The artists and poets dissipate in thought and word,
screaming insolent angry, puking, moronic epithets.”
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Gods & Angels
The righteous capture
the ghosts of the decaying past
In fundamentalist fervor
proclaim the entrails as a spiritual mast
Those who refuse to believe
into flame shall be cast.
These believers bellow in painful rage
there truth and freedom hoarded
in an prison cage
There spiritual symbol
deaths painful cross to bear
No joy for the true believer anywhere
No place for them upon earth can spare
They are Waiting Waiting Waiting for a God in heavenly care
There suffering and pain is the ticket Fare
This piece was created after a very painful break-up. The real point falls in the last few lines of the poem. “Thank God for the poems. The impetus you did provide, to write, even if the inspiration is just an aside, Loretta Lovely, my inflatable deflatable ex-bride.
Pain for the artist can be a potent catalyst. It can be a force for healing. This work is both angry and bitter. It is also humorous and celebratory. Life is the stuff art is made of. Art without a sense of humor is boring and not worth living. Today is the day let us celebrate the hurt, the joy, the anger. Let us ride the crest of our laughter. Enjoy as I stretch the truth upon our imagination. I am foolish exposed as any vinyl doll. My naked heart cries exposed alone amidst the multitudes of you all.
I’ve been blowing you up all these years,
and deflating you, when exhausted
from the exertion,
taunted by the addiction of the
war games affliction,
of self-fulfilled prophecies,
all founded on the wrong hypotheses.
I adored your vinyl pout,
your protruding vulcanized snout.
My love destroyed by passion.
To this I enlist the reader’s compassion.
Your eyes twinkled blank.
Your breasts erect,
pointing forever forward,
like a double barreled tank.
My love so overpowering, my dear,
with inadequacies exposed,
I could never fully fulfill you,
the thought my fear,
after each encounter imposed
upon a darkened mind,
turned black and blue.
I had to let go,
thus to myself be true.
I blew you up once again.
Consumed by desire,
I propped you up,
next to the hearth
of my fire and mourned
at your funeral pyre.
The coldness inside you grew hot.
I took you out in the frozen night air,
completely stripped with nothing to wear.
I let you go.
True to the laws of nature,
I watched as you floated skyward.
For a moment I thought
I could see in those mindless eyes a tear.
In retrospect I would surmise,
a gift from God.
How appropriate in your demise,
the emotions never shared,
would in grief be prepared.
They would haunt me,
until in desperation see
the truth as I speak.
They found you impaled on
a mountain peak.
Although your departure bleak,
thank God for the poems.
The impetus you did provide,
to write, even if the inspiration
is just an aside,
Loretta Lovely, my inflatable
deflatable ex-bride.
reller.com/images/loretta.swf
She plays a life larger than life.
My hello child belts out a rock song.
My hello child rocks on with a “Fucking
Crazy” lyric acquired from explicit anger
and unrequited pain. It’s part of the show
Steal it. Give it a go. If you don’t like it just say no.
My hello child values her words,
with all meaning fairly considered.
Regrets
Size:32”x68”
Medium: Mixed Digital & Oil on Canvas
$2800.00
“Hey Baby, BAby, baBY, babY.
Baby, BAby, baBY, babY.
My baby done left me, My baby done left me,
My baby done left me, My baby done left me,
My baby done left me.
Hey Baby I don’t mean maybe.
Baby baby sublime, you are so fine.
The floor is crawling with baby lines.
Hey Baby ask me if I care.
Caught a screaming Blue Baby in a Baby snare.
Yo gotta baby They gotta baby too.
The baby was painted dark blue.
Anyone got a girl called baby doesn’t have a clue.
Hey Baby, BAby, baBY, babY.” - Ron Eller©
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3 years ago • 0 notes
On A Roll
Size:36”x48”
Medium: Mixed Oil Canvas, Digital
$3500.00
“I speak of you in the past tense,
suffering with your reoccurring presence.
I often ask God to end this insanity.
Your dismissal has played havoc with my vanity.
You gave very little, but you left me this fantasy.
Enough! Enough, I scream!
Fearing my anger, I find comfort in this denial.
Trudging this circular mile.
This path is worn by an insane man running,
from the mad dog cunning,
of his denial.” - Ron Eller©
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3 years ago • 0 notes
Mona Nude
Size:36”x48”
Medium: Mixed Media Digital Oil on Canvas
$2500.00
“Rude breaking life clanks thuds and stumbles to the days call.
I am risen to a foggy stall.
I crack and move painfully upon the bite of a cold wood floor.
I am an eighty year old slow walking aching down the stairs through the hall.
My ankles are frozen stiff and broken motor wheezing.
Angry let me be dusty crusty mummified forty something hunky funky. ” - Ron Eller©
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