The Morrison connection I was not interested in drawing very much till I connected with Jim Morrison. Somehow I could not focus on a project to really push it towards excellence. I had no faith in myself and even less in the way I was to express my own unique vision of the world. Only when I connected with Jim I heard a major knock on my doors of perception and something inside me knew I would not miss this rendez-vous with fate. With no prior experience in pointillism, I embarked on this adventure trusting blindly, despite my own crippling judgements on my ability to succeed in conveying the message I was about to share. |
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"The Weird Dawn of Dreams" is a vision that came to me one night,
wondering why (after all the years he had been around) I had developed this
sudden interest in Jim Morrison. Falling asleep, I dreamed I had the skin of
a reptile "Wow! I'm a lizard" I thought as I watched Jim's beautiful face over
the horizon. I was not into any art creating process at the time I connected with this extremely unsettling presence but when it hit me, I experienced such a shock, I felt compelled to do something about it. Since, I've become totally absorbed in creating a visual legacy of the poet, to pay him back for turning my pale existence into an impossible to unravel mystery. (In a letter to Danny Sugarman 1992) Dreams are my main source of inspiration, endless evocations |
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penetrating the subconcious in this obscure world we drift to at night.
Have you ever considered that these "fantasies" may be more authentic than
your so-called waking state? When you dream you have no past
or futur, you only live the moment. Everything I know in art I have learned through dreaming, perceiving the essential for what seems at times, impossible to achieve. Drawing is a great adventure, an exploration of different aspects of a project, in researching the subjects, meeting interesting people to discover new possibilities. The question I like to ask myself is: "what can I do that's never been done" A lot of noise usually goes through my head when I first sit in front of a piece, but after some time, all I hear is the sound my pen makes on the drawing board. I realise... I am silent. |
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The medium is Pen and Ink and the technique is pointillism. |
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I was drawing Jim in graphite, the huge face nearly taking the whole space on the piece. "What's this going to look like?" I wondered, desperately wanting to make an impact in a life where I had never taken the space that was mine. I spent hours just looking at it, I was taken over by this creation, ravaged by lack of sleep and entirely driven by, and mad at the heart. I cared for nothing else. I felt so grateful I was giving it all I had. Once Jim was done, I moved on to the lizard woman, debating what name I would give this creation.  While drawing the reptilius lady one night, I popped the question to the only guy that would have known best: "Hey, you're the poet Jim, help me out with this? I had a sudden urge to pick up "The lords and the new creatures". I opened the book at any page and started to read: |
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VII Lizard woman w / your insect eyes w / your wild surprise. Warm daughter of silence. Venom. Turn your back w / a slither of moaning wisdom. The unblinking blind eyes behind walls new histories rise and wake growling & whining the weird dawn of dreams. Dogs lie sleeping. The wolf howls. A creature lives out the war. A forest. A rustle of cut words, choking river. When I got to ...the weird dawn of dreams... there it was, it stood out from the rest. In the days that followed I went on to search all three poetry books Jim had written and saw that poem VII was the sole allusion he had made to a lizard woman. Speaking of synchronicity! Robby Krieger's autograph In 1992, Robby Krieger gave an unbelievable concert at Cafe Campus in Montreal. |
 I had bought the first sold ticket to this concert. The evening came and I was running late, so as I rushed out the door, I ripped just any piece of scrap paper laying around, to scribble some questions for Robby on my way to the show. Old Campus was a small venue, (it moved since, too loud for the neighborhood) no more than a couple hundred people showed up. |
It was a smashing show with a rich sound, the whole band being very upclose, played right in your face. When the show ended, I was the first person to be shown backstage. Being rushed to Krieger I was surprised to find a very shy, very serious and reserved man. I asked him an address where I could write cause I wanted to send him a lithograph of the drawing I was working on. He got up from his chair, invited me over a small table by the wall where he calmly wrote his address down and answered other questions I had for him. After some time, a very loud and agressive guy told me to move it cause fans wanted to see the guitar legend. On impulse I asked for an autograph to stall the ugly mongrel, so I could be with Robby a while longer, grabbing at anything I had in my pocket for him to sign. When I realised that the piece of paper I had brought was a photocopy of my nude body, I exclaimed: "Oh shit, this is a pic of my ass!" |
 Photo I had taken of my behind as a model for the lizard woman Krieger cracked up laughing at my startled reaction, which surprised me even more considering the seriousness with which he had handled this whole scene. Delighted, he signed his name on my butt, I kissed him on the cheek, said thank you and left. I don't collect autographs believe it or not. I never thought of asking Robby, prior being threaten to get kicked out. I'm really glad I did though, for I would have been disapointed, had I not seen the jovial side of the man. SOOOO SHY! |
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