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This Painting for Sale

original oil painting available at artbylowell.com

original oil painting available at artbylowell.com

Hi, I just re-opened my online store after spending the last few months travelling through Central America.  Now I need to sell some Art!

I am offering this painting of Marilyn Monroe at a special price to attract new customers.  This style of pointelism takes months to complete a painting!

The Chick

The Chick

This is the first painting I made in what I coined the Matrix Pointelist style. It is from a newsprint photo of a local singer named Anneke Speller, but the guys around the house always referred to it as “the chick.”

Seek Not Oblivion

            I like to meditate, and I’ve done it daily for years, so I enjoy reading about meditation and Buddhism.  Not too long ago I read an excellent tome by a Buddhist master (whose name I can’t recall) which pointed out some of the pitfalls one should avoid in meditation.  I don’t remember them all, but one of them I found quite interesting.  He stressed that one should avoid “oblivion”—which would be, as I understood it, complete lack of consciousness.  I was surprised to read this because “oblivion,” I realized, was what I had always strived for—to be “zoned out” communing with the One.  I still wonder if a being could experience enlightenment without at least passing through this stage.  I’ve thought a great deal about it since, and this morning I realized something:  in our society today, we are often seeking oblivion.

            Once, when I was a bartender, I ran into a regular customer at the park, and he was talking about his favorite brand of beer, “after a six-pack I am GONE.”  Apparently his goal wasn’t to relax and have fun, but to reach oblivion.  I would guess that most drug users are also seeking oblivion, but there are various acceptable ways we seek it every day.  People can “zone out” in front of the TV and not remember what they just watched, or they can get so into a video game that reality melts away.  Just last week a blogger was advising to eat what you want as long as you remain “there.”  She explained that the big problem with overeating is losing your self while eating.  Virtually any activity or non-activity can lead to oblivion.

            I have heard that the main argument for humans dominating all other species is that we alone are conscious.  If that is true, then we should strive to maintain our consciousness as much as possible.  So I must ask—are you conscious?  Ever thought about how often you are conscious?  Its much more than just being awake.  Let us seek consciousness.

Art or Music, Choose NOW

one of the first paintings I ever made

            It was at the end of my fifth year of elementary school that I was forced to choose between Art and Music.  I remember standing at the bus-stop with Sam Saldivar and discussing it.  We could only have one elective, and we wanted both.  We ended up choosing Band, mostly because our friend Scott, a year older, was in Band.  My public school education never allowed me the opportunity to pursue both Art and Music seriously.  As a result, it wasn’t until I was 26 years old that I discovered a passion for painting.

            I was sharing a condo with a fellow who took his TV with him when he moved out.  For the first time in memory, I had no access to television, and I didn’t want to buy one.  As an alternative form of visual entertainment, I started oil painting.  My Mom had a set of brushes and paints from a class she’d taken years before.  I actually started out painting on watercolor paper instead of canvas!  With painting I’ve discovered how to achieve short-term dreams—I’ll get an idea, then I paint it, or try to.  I am completely self-taught.  My first idea was of an ocean seascape with a huge Sun in the sky.  I was just having fun, but I liked how it turned out.  Even though it was on watercolor paper, it has still survived to this day (mounted on foam-board.)  My second painting was a truly visionary idea.  I was admiring a black & white photo in the newspaper (remember those?) of a singer named Anneke.  Then I noticed how the image was composed of a dot matrix—black dots on white, white dots on black, and several fascinating connections resulting from the variable size of the dots.  I decided to translate the image (on paper again!) using blue for the black areas, and yellow for the white (except the lips had to be red.)  At the time, I was painting for fun, so I didn’t worry about how long it would take.  It took a long, long time.  But I enjoyed it immensely, long after a new roommate arrived with a TV.  I used a magnifying glass to count the dots and copy the shape of them.  Thus I developed what I later coined “Matrix Pointelism.”  It is terribly time-consuming, but it is a very meditative activity, which I find quite relaxing.  Years later, when I showed a professional artist my work, he advised me not to market this material with my other work.  Because it is so time-consuming, he was convinced I would go insane if the public demanded quantities of it.  That is why I invented my alias—Luis Sabor, to represent me as the eccentric creator of all matrix pointelist works.  Now Luis is the stage name I use for performing music.  Interesting how everything connects to everything else, hmm?

original available at artbylowell.com

God is….

Dear God, God bless you, OMG, gosh darn it—the word is ubiquitous, and yet people rarely speak of the subject itself anymore, mostly because one is so easily misunderstood.  Touchy subject, lots of beliefs and interpretations.  They say that religion is on the decline, maybe so, but I don’t think that necessarily means that people are atheists, or even agnostics.  It’s just that everyone has a different view of who or what God is, and don’t feel comfortable having someone tell them they will be eternally damned for disagreeing with them.  One doesn’t choose what to believe, honestly, one believes what one believes.  If you can find a religion that conforms completely with your personal beliefs, well, you are blessed.  Also, there is that phenomenon known as blind faith.

            Lately I’ve heard the term “personal God” used, as in “…don’t believe in a…”  I think I know what they mean, but that term doesn’t work for me.  I would rather say I don’t believe in an anthropomorphic God.  That is to say that, to me, God is so much bigger and more complicated than a human that it is extremely vain to assume God could be encapsulated in our form.  I could say that God is the Universe—that’s pretty big.  Lately, however, I’ve heard that quantum physicists are considering the possibility that there are more than one—a Multiverse if you will.

            I enjoy contemplating Infinity, something rather difficult for our little human minds to comprehend.  If you look at our galaxy, there are more stars than we could possibly count.  Then, if you look at the Universe, there are countless galaxies!  Looking inward is just as daunting.  No matter how small a particle the physicists find, there appears to be something smaller, and with more empty space in between.  Infinity means there is no end—to anything.  Consider this:  it is mathematically possible for anything we can imagine to exist, somewhere out there in Infinity.  Then, if you consider the possibility of other dimensions, ones that may not conform to our “laws” of physics, well, there is an infinite number of possibilities.  This is God’s realm of existence.


original oil available at artbylowell.com

Do you KNOW what I mean?

Ahh, semantics. This is a major stumbling block in the world today. Communication is the key, everyone agrees, but how can we know what each other mean when we all have different meanings for the same words? Take the word “semantics” itself—I know what I mean, but I don’t even know the definition. Let me look it up: semantics n. – the meaning, or an interpretation of the meaning, of a word, sign, sentence, etc. Yup, pretty much what I thought, how about you? I like the bit about “an interpretation of the meaning”— you see, that’s where it gets goofed up. We all have to make a rapid interpretation of everything we hear. So rapid in fact that we couldn’t possibly think, consciously, about meanings as we hear them. We have to rely, with incredible faith, on what our brain “feels” about what was said. “Feels?” yeah, I had to stop and think a moment after writing that. We have an extremely complex structure of associations, memories and emotions attached to every word we have learned. The common ones are so ingrained with repetition that their meanings are fairly secure, but others might actually remind you of the person or group with which you first heard them utilized. Yet we have to rely on a split-second interpretation of these words within the context of the situation. From this accomplishment alone I believe we all deserve some respect!
Now let me be chauvinist for a moment (whoa! Emotions! How do you feel about that word?) I’ve noticed, in my near half-century on the planet, that you ladies tend to make far more rapid interpretations of words than the average guy. That can be really great when the interpretation is correct. Unfortunately for me, I’ve often chosen the wrong word and find myself hearing a response to something I didn’t mean to say. This is one reason I’ve enjoyed being a foreigner amongst foreigners—we are less likely to assume we understand what each other mean.

 The emotional associations are what make communication difficult, especially with words that have a plethora (like that?) of connotations. This is why a person can hardly use the word “God” in society anymore—there are just too many possible meanings, and way too much emotion attached. Then there are hot-button words, like “liberal” and “conservative” (you just got an attitude, didn’t you?) Words are such fun, charming, gay, sincere, ubiquitous, colloquial, mystical, numinous, sublime inventions. Know what I mean?

original oil painting available at artbylowell.com

Make your Dream Real

            Alright, so you have this dream.  Maybe it came out of the blue, from God, or maybe its been gestating for years, or maybe its just always been there.  But this dream is far beyond your present self, so far it doesn’t seem possible, it’s just too fantastic.  Well, you need to think about it—a lot.  Decide which are the ridiculous parts and discard them, then look at what’s left, maybe pick one aspect that does seem possible.  Now here is the crucial part—think of one thing you can do at this moment that puts you just one step closer to your dream.  Do that thing.  Leave the next step to tomorrow’s self.  Just do something to commit yourself to achieving your dream.  This is how you make it real.

             I’ll give an example of how not to do it:  When I was in High School in Victoria, TX I traveled to Austin to see my first concert—Yes.  They were playing the Erwin Center on a rotating circular stage—it was awesome.  For some reason, I didn’t smoke or drink anything that day, and yet I got so high from the music.  It was the closest thing to a religious experience I’d had since my baptism.  I recognize the dream now—I wanted that, but I didn’t know what exactly.  I dismissed it as not practical and pursued pragmatic academics.  But the dream was still there, subconsciously drawing me towards that, first to Austin, then to the recording industry and various bands as a bass player.  But the dream was bigger than that—I wanted to be the music—be Jon Anderson letting the Muse carry the audience into another dimension.  Heh, heh, still got a long way to go with that.

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Tatum by Luis Sabor

I invented the alias “Luis Sabor” after talking to a professional artist and gallery owner about my different painting styles.  He recommended I distance myself from the matrix pointelist works, as it would drive me insane if it became popular ( it is very meticulous work and takes months to finish one painting, years usually)  So what I did was invent Luis Sabor to represent my matrix pointelist works (I copy the dot matrix from black/white newsprint photos.)
Later I started using Luis as my travel name in Latin America, as Lowell was difficult for most Spanish speakers to remember or even pronounce.  Then, when I started performing my solo acoustic act, I decided Luis Sabor was a much flashier persona, and I enjoy being Luis now.
Here is a painting in the matrix pointelist style from a photo of Tatum O’Neal.

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