Under the Sea: A Virtual Art Show and Blog Party

A Virtual Reality Image of an avata in shadow named 'de Milo'
de Milo

In June, Teagan Geneviene invited me to do a virtual art show on her blog.

This was after I told her I’d met an art dealer who advised me to organize
an online portfolio.

I’m clueless about such things.

Teagan and I figured a virtual art show would give me a way to practice building a portfolio.

When she mentioned having the art show on an imaginary submarine I staged a shot in VR to use as an invite and wound up making a storyboard of Cornelis Drebbel’s undersea search for the lost paintings of Rob Goldstein.

A Virtual Reality capture of an avatar dressed in the character of Cornelis Drebbel poseing with a dgital painting named Lavender
Cornelis Drebbel poses with ‘Lavender’

I turned the storyboard into a video based on silent era news shorts.

A digital Painting in lavender based on a photograph of leaves on a tree
Lavender

The Drebbel video is a bit OTT, you’ll see what I mean when you watch it.

I’m honored Teagan chose to highlight my work on Teagn’s Books and
delighted that she let me play with Cornelis Drebbel.

A Virtual Reality image depicting an avatar as Cornelis Drebbel posing with a photograph called '9th and Harrison'
Well done, Cornelis Drebbel!

I hope I did him justice.

The party at Teagan’s Books and it runs all weekend.

I hope I see you there!

Bring a link to the party and feel free to leave one here.

Under the Sea, a Virtual Art Gallery Showcasing the work of Rob Goldstein

A virtual reality image depicting a mermaid and Cornelis Drebbel posing underwater with an abstract digital painting by Rob Goldstein
Cornelis, the Mermaid and A Surrealistic Pillow

Cornelis Drebbel based on a character by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
Excerpt of Theme from Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1961) by Paul Sawtell
Illustrations, Video and Digital Paintings (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

 

The Jesus of Insurrection

The Jesus of insurrection

ascends from the flames

of Gehenna,

He walks on waves

in black and white

He leaves fingerprints

on my lips,

flames leap

to absolute green

He settles and waits.

Events condense as fog.

I wear my reality as tight

as skin; the slightest

break will kill

me.

RG 1986-2015-2018

9th and Harrison

Harry watches television in silence.

God plants clues in everything, and Harry thinks
with enough silence, God will say who he is.

But these distractions, these sins; they’re not Harry’s
sins, but they want to be.

These sins want to inflate Harry’s ego and obscure God clues.

Harry searches God’s hiding places: asylums, dumpsters,
crack dens, hustlers, and speed freaks.

God swims in oceans of puke and dares Harry to follow.

Harry sleeps for two or three days in the sanitized houses
of God where pious friars who don’t know God tell him to
pray and give him deodorant.

Harry wants to belong to these men.

He wants clean hair and an eternally pregnant mother
dressed in stars.

But God is on the street across from the church sleeping
in a stream of piss.

How did it begin?

When Harry was five, he lapsed into the unhurried sleep of the
child and had a dream

 

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2018