Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
This artwork comes with an external frame
Sidney Nolan's 'Constable Scanlon' reimagined.
His police helmet has fallen down over his eyes, leaving him feeling disoriented or maybe pleasantly discombobulated ...
Behind him, Steve Hart of the Kelly Gang, clip clops past, while dressed in women's attire to evade detection by the police.
Steve Hart is quietly amused, he has learnt to enjoy, expecting the unexpected in the Australian bush.
Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues
Song by Bob Dylan
I was lookin' everywhere for them god-darned Reds
I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed
Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door
Looked in the glove compartment of my car
Couldn't find any
Looked behind the sink, behind the chair
I was lookin' for them Reds everywhere
I looked way up my chimney hole
Looked deep down inside my toilet bowl
They got away...
I was sittin' home alone an' started to sweat
I figured they was in my T.V. set
I peeked behind the picture frame
Got a shock from my feet, hit me right up in the brain
Them Reds did it!
Them hard-core ones
Hmm, 'Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues'. 1963.
I prefer the later Dylan, when he becomes possibly the greatest poet of the human condition, my favorite song being, 'Love Sick'. 1997.
My favorite lyrics:
This kind of love
I’m so sick of it…
I wish I’d never met you…
Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything
to be with you.
My painting was an appropriation of Sidney Nolan, ‘The death of Constable Scanlon.’1946.
Nolan might not have been the best draughtsman that art has ever seen but he did make the best jokes about ‘high quality draughtsmanship'.
I particularly like the tree trunks that appear as geometric, elongated tubes, they’re a hoot. (LOL)