Sunday, March 27, 2005

Sublimation of Grief

Sublimation of Grief
Oil on Canvas 48"x30"
©Copyright 2005 Jason J. Loya

This is my latest creation. It took many MANY months to complete and went through several dramatic changes before I settled on this composition and style. I was inspired by Salvador Dali and other masters of surrealism but personalized the concepts for myself. The beetles in this painting are taken directly from a specific and vivid dream that I had back in September of '04.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005


Guitar Cardboard, acrylic, metal, string, and glue on canvas.
©Copyright 2001 Jason J. Loya

This is a piece that I did in 2001, using collage and a cubist perspective. I have always found my guitar to be an inspiring subject.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005


(2003) Oil on canvas 30"x40"
©Copyright 2003 Jason J. Loya

This painting is my jab at the culture industry. I designed it on my computer, printed it, and reproduced it EXACTLY on canvas at five times the original scale. The imperfect yellow rectangles avert attention away from the harmony of the balanced solids. Likewise, the solids minimize the spirit of the freeform yellow rectangles. You will find it difficult to focus, just as you do in this post-postmodern era in which art is manufactured for mass consumption and out of style before the day is over.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica is one of my all time favorite poems. It is written by Archibald MacLeish and should be read aloud -- and savored word for word:

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has
grown --

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind --

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the
sea --

A poem should not mean
But be.

By Archibald MacLeish

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Turkeys in Space and Time

Acrylic on canvas
24in. x 30in.
©Copyright 2002 Jason J. Loya

It's Turkeys in Space and Time -- need I say more?

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Victory (After the Battle)

©Copyright 2004 Jason J. Loya

It's about war. Yeah - read into it.


Pretend to see the lights.
Wait for something
Even though
The ceiling's coming down;

Look around in spite.

Broken sets of
Spirits lost in flight
Dying by the lot,
Made to wilt and rot
Are screaming over there

And bleeding from the hair.

Betrayal from the pair,
Imminent despair,
A ghost seen as before
Knew who was in store
An old fashioned,
Deadly game of

It was he who held the scar:
Pitiful, bizarre--
He died in utter pain
Clutching at his heart--
A world in disarray.

Blame Shame
Innocent Excuse
For Turbulent
Demise. Goodbye.
Pretend to see the lies
They're bright--

Don't forget to write.

© Copyright 1999 Jason J. Loya