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Miro Burning

I bought this Miro limited edition print from a guy who sold it to me as being real. I framed it and had it hanging on a wall until I finally got around to checking it out. I emailed photos of the print to the Joan Miro Foundation in Barcelona and asked for their help in authenticating it. They couldn’t say yes or no if it was original without inspecting it in person, but they were very gracious and helpful in giving me factual information. With the information they gave me, I came to the conclusion that it was a fake. The main problem was the signature. On the original, made in the 1970’s, the signature was produced in the printing process in black ink. On the fake, the forger wrote Miro’s name in pencil.
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The truth was a disappointment, but disillusionment is always liberating for me. I didn’t like looking at it anymore. I couldn’t sell it even disclosing the truth that it was a fake, because it could get back on the market as an original and cheat someone else. So I burned it.

 

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I used the ashes from the fake to make this Chinese ideogram for “crisis,” which is made from combing the ideograms of “opportunity” and “danger.”  I recycled the frame; it was just an innocent bystander . So, in any crisis there is opportunity if one can deal with the danger.

 

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Crisis 18 X 24 inches, ashes on paper

 

There was a bucket of ashes in the bottom of the Weber grill. I embedded them in the painting below, using a broom as a brush.

 

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Ashes 75 X 59 inches, house paint and ashes on canvas

 

Here’s a poem I wrote that speaks of purifying fire, ashes, and some other things.

 

We Didn’t Hear No

 

The big wheel in the sky is squeaking

with constant nagging

One day one hour one split second

the sun will explode

then

burn out

the sun will rise

like a huge gray ash

going up

from burning trash of yesterday’s newspaper

marked by events

to get

what we wanted

getting it all

the hard way

with worry

and endless decades of the rosary

rosary beads polished

with worried fingers

worried that our slice of the pie might be too small

with bribes to God

we didn’t take no

for an answer

stir that smoldering trash

with a sharp stick

let the sparks fly

let the fire purify the burning trash

watch the ashes rise

in the hot september air

rising like incense up to the sun

a sun

that is burning out.

 

I did another large painting right after Ashes. Instead of embedding ashes I embedded a love poem for Jeannine, Stay A While.

 

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 Stay A While 67 X 54 inches, acrylic on canvas

 

 

Stay A While

I love your eyes
blue-green
God saved this color just for you
you know
there is nothing to fear
you can leave if you want
don’t disappear
when you go
the silence will return

stay a while.

 

And just some music for the day …

 

Spater,
Rob

 

Hobkirk-RobertROBERT HOBKIRK thinks artist bio’s are kind of irrelevant. What you see in the art is what you get, but since the editors insisted, here it is. I’m Robert Hobkirk. Ordinary life, pretty much. Self taught artist although I did take a 3-dimensional class once at a community college and got an F in it. I didn’t learn my lesson, so I took a creative writing class at the same school. This time I got a C in it. For some reason the teacher hated my guts. I’m sure she wanted to scratch my eyes out, but she went with the C instead. I never won an art contest. Art for me is a way to fill the day without hurting myself, and fulfills the creative urge. Glad I had a day job, because making a buck from art is a bitch. My art blog site is http://hobkirkartblog.blogspot.com/
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