first day at hole in the day.

I have a show at the Launch Pad gallery in Portland Oregon.  In the show I have hung over 1000 paintings. 


I plan on using this sight to talk about my work.  I have an on line gallery at wildskil.com.

THEODORE HOLDT 1000 + PAINTINGS
I AM HUNTING YOU ARE HUNTED
 
One thousand tiny worlds. In the beginning. Blocks of wood. Small illusions presented to be measured.
I am flying through star nebula looking for the center of my discomfort.
Playing with a live deck of cards. Keys to little worlds. Friends in my pockets. Ears and horns. Strange technology. Possible futures. Improbable picnics.
Combined genetics. Science fiction. Tarot. Sacred texts leading to undiscovered science. Inedible foods. Short arms. Shells and wings. We are insects\
Teeth need no sharpening. Wounds. Decapitation. Sweaters made from blood that are actually clean and cozy. My insides have become my outsides. Battles in the sky. Music made from live animals.
Photos from the future. Tube worm sonatas. A red squid you can dance with. Shadow people angels are for atheists. Funny ducks distracting horned schoolboys. Erections. Fire breathing pandas arguing semantics.
Softness. Serene heads of sexy things. Red dotted lands emptied of critters. Space ships. Vicious queens being presented with bloody bunnies. Normal animals.
Twins. Snail dancers. Creatures on a cliff. Sentient objects grouping. Owl leather. Robot factories. Heads. Lots of heads. Temples to heads. Floating heads. Bowling with bubblegum. Lone house under a hill peopled by conjoined twins.
Solitary fruit. Boats. Cyborg café. Buttons on long coats. Toothy small critters in the yellow grass.
Rats playing trumpets. A green haze with a lone wispy flower. Eskimo. Eskimo. Inuit. My cloak has teeth and I am being tickled by worms. Red windows.
The roots of the tree in my stomach hide little people who tell me useful information that I can not share with you verbally.
She has a metal helmet on her head that keeps out the voices .
Bring your space suit to space.
Your hands are attached to your shoulder blades and have been mistaken for wings.
I am hunting. You are hunted. Protect this. Guard this. Wait here. Sit down. Look at this. I invite you in to my tiny house on the sharpened edge.