tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21417503084603486602024-03-05T15:54:45.680-08:00INSIDE MY HEADArt, Music and the Silly; the sacred veil of life from my perspective. All artwork is by the author unless otherwise noted. ©2012 John. R. Howley
J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-29452627481314941582014-08-26T21:45:00.000-07:002014-08-27T21:20:15.894-07:00St.Philomena (St. Filumena)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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St. Philomena (or Filumena) stands by the Tiber River with a rope around her neck and an anchor at the other end. The executioner awaits the word from emperor Diocletian. In the shadows of the archway her parents can be seen. Her mother, still pleading for her daughter to give up her vow to Christ and adore the Roman gods, is on her knees. Her father having tried to convince her of the same stands unmoved behind his distraught wife. A few Christians on the right show their support. An archer stands behind Diocletian; he will be called upon, with others, to shoot her with arrows, for the anchor will have no effect on drowning the girl and Philomena will miraculously rise from the Tiber, unharmed and completely dry! The archers arrows will fail as well to kill her; in fact on the second round of shooting, the arrows will turn in mid flight and strike their shooters. Finally, she will be beheaded.</div>
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J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-89239389128568512512014-08-14T21:17:00.003-07:002014-08-22T19:21:32.675-07:00St. Philomena at the Tiber - a work in progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been working on this image, off and on, for a couple of months. Here is the present state. It is of St. Philomena, a martyr during the reign of Diocletian. After refusing his advances and refusing to offer sacrifice to the Roman gods, this young Christian girl was tortured by him in various ways. This painting is where she is tied with a rope around her neck and anchor other other end of a rope and thrown into the Tiber River. </div>
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No sooner had she gone under when she suddenly rose up out of the water, free of the rope and completely dry. The roman pagans who were present cried out for Joy for her and were baptized. Diocletian, furious, had her shot with arrows, but to no avail. The next day she was healed of all wounds, so he had arrow tips made red hot with fire and shot at her, but the arrows turned course and struck six of the archers that shot them. Finally, she was beheaded. More of her account here: <a href="http://www.philomena.us/saint-2/history-saint-philomena/story-saint-philomena/">http://www.philomena.us/saint-2/history-saint-philomena/story-saint-philomena/</a></div>
<br />J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-7544369607569114242014-06-13T21:37:00.000-07:002014-06-22T10:23:48.773-07:00The Deer Resting - harp recording.<br />
A recent recording on my Harp.<br />
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The story is set to an orchestral compositon of mine.</div>
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It will be all music with images that tell a story.</div>
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J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-53064683245639288882014-05-25T16:51:00.000-07:002014-05-25T16:51:17.454-07:00Happy Birthday St. Padre PioOn this day in 1887, St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcina was born. Here he is in the Monastery garden of Our Lady of Grace - probably late 1950's.. I walked in that same place many times when I lived there.<br />
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J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-75607263187346703792014-05-18T21:18:00.005-07:002014-05-18T21:19:43.030-07:00constant reflection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A small sketch from my sketchbook. It is of a woman caught in the moment of reflecting on the mysteries of Eternal Life; what lay ahead for one that moves ever closer to the moment of separation from this world. We must all face this at some point.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-9501370450215145782014-05-05T19:23:00.001-07:002014-05-05T19:25:52.646-07:00 a couple of small oil paintings on panel done in the last year.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-80026964631819154952014-05-05T19:20:00.001-07:002014-05-05T19:25:14.434-07:00John's Vermeer - 9 x 12 in. Oil on panel.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My wife said she was 'comissioning' me to do a painting. I figured maybe a nice little landscape. She said; " I want a Vermeer." Gulp! I can't copy a Vermeer, I said. Just try, do your version of it, she said. Well, here are the not so great results.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-42869824177299586632014-04-27T16:45:00.001-07:002014-05-05T19:11:09.465-07:00Two Oils (top and bottom) and an Acrylic (middle).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-79328178064897008262014-03-29T22:37:00.001-07:002014-04-01T20:23:01.623-07:00At jacob's well<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't know how many hours I have put on this Painting but quite a few. The Subject of the meeting of the Samaritan woman with Christ at the well and the discourse between her and the Son of God has </div>
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I found this picture on the internet of a Friar I knew when I was living in San Giovanni Rotondo at the Monastery where St. Padre Pio lived and died. His name is Brother Gerardo. He was a lay brother. His cell was next to mine. (Religious call their rooms cells, not rooms). Here he is in the Monastery kitchen scraping off apple peels from plates. These most likely would go out to the chickens. This Brother was extremely happy. He had a perpetual smile across his face and would always greet you when you passed by. In my book CAPUCHIN DAYS I talk about some experiences I had with him. I think he had lived there since the 1920's.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-78556509571678653732014-03-10T21:19:00.001-07:002014-03-10T21:19:13.290-07:00The old way of doing Storyboards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I do miss the old way of doing storyboards where one drew with real art materials on real paper.<br />
You could hold it in your hand. It was the only original. Everything else was a copy.<br />
Here is an old Charcoal and pen board panel from some story of mine. This goes back to 1990.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-25124837748736461022014-02-17T10:25:00.001-08:002014-02-17T15:17:39.128-08:00Two paintings and one frame<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is my Presidents day weekend project 2014: My version of a 'Tabernacle' frame. I've have always liked the looks of this style of frame, thought mine is far from the craftsmanship and quality of a true Tabernacle frame. It is constructed of maple and painted black. I had this painting (The Martyr) of mine in another frame and thought it might be a good candidate to try and make a Tabernacle frame for. </div>
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A small landscape. My cel phone's camera doesn't seem to have good quality in close ups. It could be the operator and not the phone.</div>
<br />J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-64487848506935849342014-02-14T21:16:00.001-08:002014-02-18T09:16:35.229-08:00The Capuchin Nuns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Capuchin Franciscan Reform of the Friars in the 1500's spread to the Sisters as well. </div>
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Longing for a more true following of the Rule of St. Clare, the Capuchines was born. This is a painting in the works</div>
J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-35416188547610674302014-02-03T22:04:00.005-08:002014-02-03T22:04:48.843-08:00ST. Filumena (Philomena)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The latest state of this painting. St. Filumena holds a flaming arrow.<br />
Interesting story. After numerous tortures by the Roman Emperor Diocletian (who wanted her for her beauty of which she would not yield) she was put to face archers with flaming arrows. However, this young virgin Christian was yet to confound the Emperor once again, for the arrows, upon release, returned from whence they came and struck the archers who fired them, killing them dead. Furious at this, Diocletian had her tied to an anchor and thrown into the Tiber. Marvel to behold! she rose up out of the depths of the water, unharmed and dry! He ordered her beheaded, which she was, and another martyr entered the company of Paradise.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-18177732345382882892014-01-29T21:50:00.002-08:002014-01-29T21:52:47.460-08:00The present stage of things on this work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quite a different state tonight as I stop. All along I have been thinking of the incredible story of St. Filumena (Philomena) Here I see her in the company of martyrs looking down thru the veil of time to those below who call upon her.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-42146334150862157442014-01-28T21:57:00.002-08:002014-01-28T21:57:34.170-08:00a little more work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a case of going downhill fast. Maybe the next go around will be better.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-73814014595389884572014-01-27T21:41:00.001-08:002014-01-27T21:41:33.181-08:00work in progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-15589552218677402772014-01-01T15:26:00.001-08:002014-01-01T15:26:24.821-08:00Looking back to 1951 as 2014 arrivesMy parents and my sister and I in Rhode Island. We moved to California when I was two years old so I'm guessing this must be about 1951.<br />
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Here is a great Lecture on this subject. It is by Professor Alice Ramos and was given at the Catholic Artists Society conference. Here is the PDF text of her lecture:<a href="http://www.catholicartistssociety.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Professor-Alice-Ramos-lecture_Beauty-and-the-Real.pdf">http://www.catholicartistssociety.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Professor-Alice-Ramos-lecture_Beauty-and-the-Real.pdf</a>J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-64395498156049983132013-12-15T21:26:00.001-08:002013-12-15T21:27:55.068-08:00Contemplation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Though this feast day was last Sunday, I am putting this up just now.<br />
I had painted the robe a brighter value, but because it is such a large surface it dominated the image. Instead, I painted a bright aureole behind the head of Christ to help draw the eye toward the face.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-90143638660945553072013-11-15T21:18:00.002-08:002014-02-17T15:22:03.103-08:00New work - The Christian<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The lives of the Christian martyrs during the reign of Diocletian are something to read. What fortitude! What Faith! Men, Women, Children; it made no difference to the Emperor. If they were didn't offer sacrifice to the false Roman gods, they were tortured and killed in the most dreadful ways.<br />
This painting is inspired by that time. Here we have a Christian who awaits death. I purposely made it neither male nor female. They hold in their hands a crude cross fashioned from some sticks to meditate on the death of the Son of God by crucifixion. But in a few hours or maybe minutes they will slip from this land of time and men and pass through the veil to the land of eternal blessedness.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-48344181758054182752013-11-09T20:35:00.001-08:002013-11-10T20:16:38.475-08:00She Breeched off the Bow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><br /></i>An Illustration in progress.J.R.Howleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10360883598280518083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141750308460348660.post-4851949412161332622013-10-26T21:54:00.001-07:002013-10-26T21:55:59.863-07:00A Night Dancer Fairy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When the world sleeps the night dancers come out. These fairies have an affinity for bodies of standing water; mostly ponds and lakes. I am planning on doing a series of Fairy images to sell as prints.<br />
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