Felix Macnee

My old boyfriend and visionary painter. He would be the first to tell you he’s weird and sometimes a PIA, but he’s smart and talented, so easily forgiven. Our friend-tree and history spans over 3 decades.

He loves Cadmium Red Deep, Naphthol Crimson, Flake White. He is not a fan of purple. He paints in oils and is rarely able to wait for them to fully dry, but still makes the magic happen. He also uses house paint, which he gets on sale at hardware stores. Canvas, tape, sandpaper, various types of wood. Under every painting are at least five other paintings and drawings painted over. If you were to x-ray them all, you would see a multitude of messages, worlds, and figures. Sometimes hard to see him paint over a scene, meticulously crafted, all lost in a cloud of black mist. But also inspiring..such freedom.

He’s a prankster coyote spirit. There’s no reason to tame him.

like a spring river

running intense with the flow

is it finished now?

He drums constantly…..on everything. Sometimes actual drums. This photo is possibly the longest he has ever been still. Fiercely competitive in poker, chess, Royalty (card game) and lover of haikus. Breakfast at noon, gallons of coffee, crosswords, and road trips. He works into the night.

I respect him as an artist beyond words. Born in Chicago, raised in San Francisco, dips his twinkle toes in New Orleans.

photo by Matt Gonzalez

Author: Subterraneans


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