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\n \u201cHawaii\u201d\u009d oil on canvas, March, 2014, 40\u201d\u009d x 30\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n
This painting has to do with an experience I had about seven years ago, and which I\u2019m currently trying to fashion into an SF story. For the rest of this post, I\u2019ll just edit some of the relevant passages from my 1997 journals. And, following my usual fashion, the photos will have nothing to do with the subject matter at all.<\/p>\n
So in August, 1997, my wife Sylvia and I spent a few days at a somewhat generic resort hotel on the big island of Hawaii. The place was called something like the Royal Wak. With its parking-lots, golf-club, and shops, it formed a asphalt island atop a desert of black a\u2019a lava stones.<\/p>\n Among the local sights in Hawaii are the petroglyph markings. <\/p>\n Stones bearing petroglyphs are viewed as sacred, but I noticed that the Royal Wak hotel developers had broken up some of them to decorate the little shops around the hotel. Sad broken glyph frags sitting in, like, the flower bed of a Benetton, with educational labels by the glyphs.<\/p>\n I was cuprous about petroglyphs, and I found a little book that talked the glyphs being in places where there is a lot of power, or mana<\/em>. One big spot is in a lava field near the volcano Mauna Loa. Another was near out hotel, a spot called Puako.<\/p>\n We went and saw the Puako petroglyphs two times. They\u2019re in a field of smooth pahoehoe lava, which has cracks, making a background pattern like the plates of a turtle shell. The petroglyphs show men, animals, spirits. Many of them are drawn with their heads towards Mauna Kea, the highest peak on the island. <\/p>\n It\u2019s hypothesized that the men etched onto the rock are perhaps projections of the artists, like shadows. I imagined the early Hawaiians of 1300 AD jumping up in the air, looking at their shadows, then drawing that kind of design.<\/p>\n The Puako petroglyph field is in a spooky place, overgrown with introduced exotic kiawe or mesquite thorn trees. In the old days, it was blank lava here, like the slopes of Mauna Loa. So much mana <\/em> there that it\u2019s a little scary.<\/p>\n There was a menacing warning note at the bottom of the sign at the petroglyph field: \u201cThose who defile or mistreat the petroglyphs must bear the emotional, physical and spiritual consequences for those and those around them\u2014we can take no responsibility for these effects.\u201d\u009d<\/em><\/p>\n Somewhat foolishly ignoring this, I walked onto the petroglyphs with my shoes off\u2014in my socks\u2014to get a better photo. Immediately I felt like I was trespassing, that I had intruded.<\/p>\n A bit later, dizzy from the August sun, we lost our way and forked off onto a false path in the woods. The criss-crossing shadows of the kiawe branches seemed petroglyph men all over the ground, twisting at odd extra-dimensional angles like A Square coming up out of Flatland, and threatening, nay pursuing <\/em>me, intent on extracting a terrible vengeance for my defilement of their field.<\/p>\n Back in the room, I heard a knock on my hotel-room door. I peered out through the peephole. A petroglyph is in the hallway\u2014an intense stick-figure of a man, like figure made of glowing fluorescent-light tubes. I didn\u2019t open the door.<\/p>\n I did a two-tank scuba beach dive near Puako the next morning. It was good. There was an eel garden at a drop-off to the continental shelf. There were about a hundred eels, silvery green, each with its tail tucked into the smooth white sand, and its body floating erect, wobbling this way and that. A few eels were swimming around free, adjusting their position. They had long slit mouths partly open. Behind them was a huge, huge form slowly moving, a leviathan of the deeps. An extraterrestrial<\/p>\n I felt a sense of mystery, of vastness, a sense enhanced by incipient nitrogen narcosis. The guide and taken me a little too deep.<\/p>\n After the dives I talked to my guide about the petroglyph who was stalking me. He asked, \u201cIs it all <\/em>the petroglyphs that are after you, or just one <\/em>of them in particular? Maybe you can get a second petroglyph to help you deal with the first one. Maybe the first one was from a burial site. And the helper-petroglyph might be a turtle.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere would I find a turtle petroglyph to help me?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s a lot of petroglyphs by the good fishing spots. Meet me this evening and I\u2019ll show you. I go spearfishing near hear at night. The fish are asleep and you can dive and just pick them up. It\u2019s like a supermarket.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n And then? Wait for the finished story…if I manage to write it.<\/p>\n And, by the way, tomorrow, March 22, 2014, is my 68th birthday! I\u2019m happy to have made it this far. It\u2019s been interesting the whole way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I finished a new painting, \u201cHawaii,\u201d\u009d (doing one last touch-up on March 14, 2014, which is the image shown here.) It has three big plants and three petroglyphs, although the guy on the right is perhaps morphing into something more. \u201cHawaii\u201d\u009d oil on canvas, March, 2014, 40\u201d\u009d x 30\u201d\u009d. 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\n[Photo taken from the air near Salt Lake City in winter. I call this one, \u201cA New Map of the World.\u201d\u009d]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[Paul Mavrides with his black velvet painting of the Challenger disaster.]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[Greyhound Rock, north of Santa Cruz, CA.]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[Rudy at a Pixies concert in San Jose, February, 2014. Hat knit by Georgia Rucker.]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[Anxious tourist, who appeared in an early draft of the \u201cHawaii\u201d\u009d painting. Sylvia\u2019s advice on this detail: \u201cOne word, Rudy. Palette-knife.\u201d\u009d But I documented him before I scraped him off. He reminds me a little Bill Burroughs in the Amazon jungle, or rather, of a fellow-traveler whom Bill would have made fun of.]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[Rudy with old college room mate Kenneth Turan, now the famed film critic of L.A. Times and NPR. Great to see him up in San Jose this month. Photo by Patricia Williams.]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[Natural Bridges in Santa Cruz.]<\/em><\/p>\n
\n[\u201cGrandpa\u2019s Birthday,\u201d\u009d oil, 24 ” x 20 “, March, 2013. Note 67 candles, some on cake, some on strawberries.]<\/em><\/p>\n