Hide & Seek

It took over a month for Isatella & the Master of the Silver Catfish to emerge from their boreal surroundings so I am calling this one "Hide & Seek." Perhaps my most whimsical watercolor yet...

Particular Light - Visual Sound Art

Visual Sound Art Featuring Mad Dog Friedman on Theremini & the Cyborg Demon Choir

 "Particular Light" is a bonus track of Mad Dog's Drones for Peace album:  https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/album/drones-for-peace

Hand in the Machine Video

My hand is deep in the machine on this one, not caught there, but flapping around like a fish, wiggling off the hook, I feel I might break free!

Eye Land

Sometimes I think about this very old alien Muppet trapped on a tropical island playing an ethereal accordion. Sometimes I can't get his haunting music out of my head. Is it a self-portrait? Maybe, but not mine. I mean it is the nature of art to blur reflection and introspection. It is at the heart of human nature to define your own reality. All art is a self-portrait in one way or another.

 

The Whole (or maybe The Bowl)

I wanted to make my Theremini into an an electronic singing bowl that shimmered with harmonics and dripped with drone. My pedal board along with its particle synthesizer and EH Ravish Sitar pedal figure predominately in this ruse. from Hand in the Machine, released 22 November 2014 All tracks are single take improvisations. Mad Dog Friedman - Theremini The Whole, by Mad Dog Friedman from the album Hand in the Machine https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/track/the-whole

Open Mined

"Open Mined," digital art by M. D. Friedman

The Shaman Meets the Alien

The Shaman & the Alien
Tells the story of their legendary first meeting in the Fall of 1858 near what is now Pilar, New Mexico.

Burgundy Wink

"Burgundy Wink," digital art by M. D. Friedman

A Drinking Song

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS 

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

Dogged

This one is called "Dogged".  No photographs were harmed in the process of making this piece.

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Which Came First

The age-old question finally answered through the magic of digital painting.

He Knew

Something a little different from by digital paint brush.  I hope you like it.  More at www.mdfriedman.com.

Bird's Eye View

My latest digital painting.  The pixels are still wet.

It's called "Bird's Eye View."

It's about magical healing.

More at www.americanframe.com/artist/mark-friedman.aspx

Algal Bloom, a Digital Painting by M. D. Friedman

The inspiration for this piece came from being locked into an eye to eye connection with an alpha frog in a nearby wetlands. I was enjoying the connection, feeling his wildness, as we somehow morphed together in a primordial forest, very peaceful yet somehow always underneath what I normally perceive as the wetlands...

More at www.mdfriedman.com.

acrophobia (on a painting by Pat Orban)

acrophobia

rain bites skin

chills bones

among warm speckled rays

thunder hems & haws    clears its throat of sky

lilac whiffs with languid wind    and that smell

when rain first tames the dust brings me

to who I am (in this cage of dying skin)

the old man rambled    can’t work in the lightening

I had to agree    it was a yellow afternoon

and there is no place better to stand

than where your feet meet the ground

I wouldn’t go up there either

not if I had a say

not now        probably never

I Shot the Serif (on a painting by Pat Orban)

I Shot the Serif

these bricks

I labor to layer

like sturdy scars

imprison me

as certainly as

the runaway train

roaring through my brain

jumps the track of reason

sharp barb lurks in the dark

the point is silence

I move between the taste

of rust and blood

hook slides from jaw

with the simplicity of gravity

I swish free smoothly slipping

beneath the quivered surface

burnt dusk oozes from the eye of night

cloistered with pain and wormy delusion

the dangling trap drifts beyond

I forage shimmering in the infinite dawn

universal

seed lit grass

nod in

eager waves

 

bend in

wind

now and again

 

same breath

pulses through

each of us

 

no matter

how old

or alone

wings of haiku

lonely wasted heart seek your ancient home inside uncover your joy

marble-fisted doubt open to the shards of glass diamonds in the light

The Price You Pay

 

"The Price You Pay," a tribute to those still trying to overcome the personal devastation resulting from Katrina.

(Support this project. Purchase this track at maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/track/the-price-you-pay.)

 

www.reverbnation.com/mdfriedman/song/16367812-the-price-you-pay

A Quote of Note

"If it was not for open mics, I' d be dead." - God

Love Poem

Think those thoughts not encased in
language even angry dogs understand.