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austin, TX 
Created On: 2006-02-02
Last Updated: 2008-04-16
Views: 5257
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Chris Minley
This girl's schizophrenia just makes me all... ooo!
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Chris Minley
Another storyboard scene from the R J movie! Eat it up!
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William C. Minley
A woman, or two, a kitty, several serpents outlining at least three different landscapes make this painting one of the most schizophrenic in the current collection. It's part of a set of paintings depicting scenes painted within frames that are painted on canvas, trompe-l'oeil style. In it's finished state, fewer images will compete for attention and the outer edges will take on the texture of woodgrain and metal, giving the eye a nice place to rest after all the insanity near the core. It came out of a convoluted period in Chris Minley's life but, with a little effort, something with clarity will come to the fore by the time it's finished.
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Chris Minley
Sometimes I get nostalgic and want to snip a portion of my timeline, back when I was into comic books, and insert an avid desire to be a comic book penciller or inker or something. That's where this creation came from. Then I realize something...
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Chris Minley
Commonly refered to as the medussa painting, it is figure of a soul corrupted by evil, indicative of the horns taken root in place of hair, the quickly disappearance traces of purity symbolized in the water trickling through the souls cupped fingers as it stares hopelessly at the gathering clouds about him.
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Chris Minley
this is a scene from a short film written by a friend of mine, R J, and we might do it soon, and then this storyboard scene will be worth millions and millions and millions! buy now!
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Chris Minley
Well, one day the angels, all the little girls in this painting, were having a concert. The demons didn't like it though so they went up to heaven and kicked them off the cloud with all their instruments and littered the sky with their music sheets, laughing as they smashed the timpani and blew rotton notes on the french horn and tuba.
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William C. Minley
This is a work in progress whose end will probably be as ambiguous as it's beginning. Currently, the vision encompasses a nanotech landscape which reads right to left, beginning with a mother nanobot who gives birth to an infinite number of bots stretching off into the distance on the left and becoming a fabric of machinery. An explosion near the center of this landscape, a volcanic eruption, subatomic collision, or stellar event, produces the vision of a goddess in flame and clothed in stars... really, it's gonna look cool! Stay posted and feel free to email me and be like 'hey man. I thought you said..'
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William C. Minley
This unfinished painting is part of a series: Subconscious Scuba Girls. These girls are doing there thing. What we can learn from fine women who can hold their breath for long periods of time! Endless possibilities.. Ahem, anyway, they are swimming in streams of concious(I almost wrote 'steams of concious') and yet the danger of drowning in something too deep? What do the Scuba Girls say? Don't Sweat The Dumb Sharks. Shark is a Subconcious Scuba Girl euphemism. They are such a happy go lucky lot, those sexy swimmers:) Let's name them! The one on the far left is.. No, I'll let someone else name them. Notice the mother? I'm not sure if she's related to Neptune.. Could be just fancy stone work though.
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Chris Minley
He's gonna explooooode! He wishes. He's probably just going to suffer from asphyxiation and flesh burns, stifling heat and the shame of his exposure for all eternity, writhing and muffled screams and cries for mercy pleeeease pleeaaase pleeeease what did i do to deserve thiiiisss that reminds me of the hissing of the pipes and the clank clink rev hum constant buzz of industrialized society enveloping and we are drowning in a lost lonely homogenization of the individual that leaves him quite the individual in the worse way. oh well
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Chris Minley
This is a Machinery Fantastique. Floating in some kind of cosmic soup are the Ark of the Covenant, concealed by a veil, of course, the rope of time that binds it to the present, and the machine of thoughts that produces its noemi modules to assimilate the data, being the universe and the cloaked nature of its creation. Fortunately, the production of the thoughts and the assimilation process itself is powered via the lazer shooting out of the nebula of the beginning and reflected into the nothingness of the end, obviously sent by the source of being who reveals not even the direction of his power- devious! As for man, or that sentient creature who questions, he has mirrors to direct the lazer to power his propulsion through his limited tenure as a being, he can harness it with sails, and he can adjust the levels with a control board. He's also regulating noemii module production, propulsion, and what not, so he's got his hands full. He's just not sure if it's really doing anything.
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Q: How would you describe this painting?
A: The Subconcious Scuba Girls (SSG) are constantly under watch by the Surreal Scientist (SS). Q: What would you say the theme of this painting is? A: Breaking things down into it's smaller parts does not summerize the whole. Q: So why scuba girls then? A: The scientists theorized that the SSGs have stumbled upon a blissful state of mind but they are not so different from the SSGs in that nither one is adapted for their environment. So the SSGs and the SSs symbolize mankind/womenkind as a species at odds with it's environment.
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William C. Minley
Whose truth they could not receive had he preached it, for there hearts were hardened. Whose word he could not preach to the people, for they condemned only and offered no hope. In deed, there was no hope, nor had there ever been, so he could not preach, would not preach, lest he damn himself. Though the dead rise, he would not acknowledge the prophecy's accuracy. Though the angels arrive to thresh the souls, he would cast an obstinate eye to heaven saying 'No! I denounce it! This is not justice! This is not mercy! This is ludacris. Not by my admittance, says the Reluctant Preacher.
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William C. Minley
this is a mixed media piece. It was originally a drawing of the face only which was torn out and affixed with acrylic gel medium, then painted with oil. It's imagery is dark, some sad commentary on the fusion of corruptible flesh and technology. The texture of the surrounding architecture is tumorous growth, while there are flames like glimmering hopes that lose definition and disintegrate like unfinished thoughts. The eyes lose their skull, the lip is peeled open like a grapefruit, swollen and falling from the face, and there is a microphone posed and ready to receive any comment this decaying form might hope to impart, but it is far removed from any hope of communication. It stares.
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William C. Minley
The harlequin's head hangs scowling between the moon and the red dwarf star. In the sky through a cathedral dome they hover there to deepen shadow more than to illuminate. In the crumbling interior in solemn stance three penitent figures watching over a flooded field where the faces of the holy perceive visions affixing astonied affectations. Fingers grasp at, tear at, cling to a reality that slips, that mutates, that floats on the surface of nothingness. The absurdity is what is humorous. The absurdity is what is sad. The absurdity is the only thing that has any recognizable substance in world.
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William C. Minley
The SSG's* have discovered something interesting near an underwater tank decoration like ruin. They're swimming around having a good time and then 'What's this? It looks as if the water is allowing some transdimensional orafice to take form of water and wonder twin powers UNITE! So that's what the SSG's do, they take FORM OF A CIRCLE, and surround this being from some alter existence threatening, if nothing else, a turbulent day, and the SSG's are just not having one of those- EVER! Those girls. God bless em. What they want is to not have to want, and this, this THING! How dare it make them WANT change? Gawd!
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