Ralph Turturro's Stuff

FATHERS HOUSE

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New Postings - Wednesday 1/17/07

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new images:

WHITE NOISE - '07

MEMORY PALACE - '07

OTHERS - '07

LIMBO

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LIMBO

at present under a wave
a notion precariously teeters
center - off center
grab at it
sink down til all is lost
get there
don't be afraid
never ambiguous
always uncertain
on no uncertain terms
do you see
what you felt
yesterday
make it no option
to decide
one way or another
express something
beyond yourself
time will tell
cliche' are true
life is not
river's winding down
tonight is who you are
tomorrow is never
nor will it be ever
for there is nothing
in limbo
and nothing
is all you want

Opening - Friday Jan. 19 - 07 !!!!

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If you are not busy this Friday come have some wine and cheese and Empanadas....see some good art...and enjoy the night....

PRELUDE

she danced inside me
forever enchantress
three times my heart
always and forever
chances are she is no more
yet the light of day
has turned green
night beckons
fantasy continues

WHITE

wide innocence
original sin
barnacaled
moss
aged and ageless
filled with rainbows
straw
and souls of good and evil
forgiveness sleeps with rightgeous
sleeps with swords and nymphs
dreaming life
living dreams
eating oceans
surfing the foam
drowning in angels
symphonies
seduction

THRESHOLD

there you are
about to cross
step forward
naked new
if you stop now
you won't ever
bring it all with you
it is all there any way
leap run flail at it
no hesitation
but if you do - hesitate
contemplate
these words
you are there
you have broken the plane
find your pace
and continue

r. turturro - 1/01/07

IMAGES AND WORDS - 07

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SUNYATA

in it
stewed the universe
no matter what?

SWAYED

all is nature
to be itself true
man as well
makes himself again
and again
sempre avanti
emptied
until filled

PALENDROMES

back and forth
no man's land
no lands manned
for the will
and the will to for
the sameness
the difference
the dastardly
and the dead
doing
chewing
and always moving
inside the still
of the frame
of the moments
that speak
back
ward and forward
until there is only one
and one is only
all there is

FALL

wake up!
it is not a dream
everything is right there
simple dark foreboding
lies always lies
adulterated
meandering
myopic
treachery
guile and gutless
headed south
headed into oblivion
but for the children
for the child
in us
truth is the child
in you
around you
embrace it
it never lies
and when it falls
there is no denying
it falls upward
to the heavens
from where it came

ZERO GRAVITY

walkin with the weathers worne bones
feeling the frost up on my finger tips
and no herolded heeling comes from hell or above
not yet not before
but still it is not never
still there is hope
zeros aside
the numbing of numbers
of toes
my feet disappearing
bend down to them
feel them
drop the world on them
don't be a statistic
if you lose your place
walk on stumps
kneel in reverence to the great mysteries
fall sideways
never look back
lines are gone
air aparent
grab hold of nothing
freedom awaits

Happy New Year!!!! 1 / 1 / 07 - The New Stuff

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"Dramas on West Broadway" by Jens Brockmeier - December 30th, 2006

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Dramas on West Broadway

The more paintings Ralph Turturro creates, the more one of the most dazzling qualities of his art becomes manifest: its variety. Not only is he impressively productive – there is an inexhaustible outpouring, an almost Picassoesque flow of new visions that carries along all kinds of things and thoughts and associations he finds on his way. No doubt, like the great Spaniard he is a finder, not a searcher. But what strikes me even more each time I see a new work: there are never two pictures alike. There is no replication. There may be variations of a theme, a set of figures, a color, a contrast, a format, a brushstroke, an atmosphere, a rhythm, a sound, a feeling, a tension – but no replications. Each work is a new piece, a new bewildering mark left on the world.

It makes sense to me that there is not, cannot be, one particular source of inspiration or influence. Everyone and everything I am in contact with influences me, Ralph says; “my kids, my students, the man on the street that is kind, that is mean. It all goes into the soup, into the process of forgetting everything when you begin and trusting that all that is real and true will be discovered as you work.” Philip Roth, in his latest novel Everyman, repeats a remark by Chuck Close that “amateurs look for inspiration; the rest of us just get up and go to work” – go to work, one might want to add, trusting that all that is real and true will be discovered as you work. I think Close’s line could also appear in one of Ralph Turturro’s paintings, possibly dissolved into almost unreadable scribbles.

Viewing these paintings one might want to imagine a number of them put together as to form a theater. The theater stages that man on the street, kind or mean, the kids and students, the people walking along West Broadway, all of them finding themselves suddenly in the midst of mysterious dramas. Theater needs its audience as they need it. This picture theater addresses them as actors, not passive receptors. It draws them into the play. Quite like Ralph himself when he, as he sometimes does, asks you when you are looking at one of his paintings. What do you think of it? Of that dark edge here, the scribble there, the outbreak of blue in that corner? Perhaps, if you say something, the answers are being transformed right away into new associations, new visuals, new speculations, fueling the flow.

Who says that speculations cannot turn words into colors, figures, and, say, mirrors, as they do with kids and people in the street? How would this work? Ask Paul Muldoon, the Irish poet, who writes that he uses “the word ‘speculation,’ by the way, with an eye to its far-flung roots in specula, ‘watch-tower,’ and speculum, ‘mirror.’” Or look at Ralph Turturro’s paintings.

December 30th, 2006 Jens Brockmeier

12 - 29 - 06 COLLIDE

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COLLIDE

say nothing as you bellow forth with no pride your colors your textures
expecting not fame or fortune but more - enlightenment
to be taught the way to live from you
the way to see and feel about our time
about butting form to form
clashing color
running dribbling sliding under and over where least expected
learn then from the collisions here from the way things fall and manifest themselves
without your intervention but instead your invention to seize when the time is ours again

OF FICTION

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OF FICTION

curving smooth round edged raised
natural untouched by hands
plush and filled with meaning
non needy; stands alone
evolving; sucking the light
projecting profound subtle whispers
eating oceans along side JJ
quietly making history as it floats
on ill papered walls
hence its name
where by all things inanimate
come to life

* OF FICTION PART 2

I am of fiction as I am of fiber
Of this day of displaced times and myths
For to think otherwise is madness or artistry

* NOTE:
A non-fiction entity? Would that have me carrying the factual pods; palms to heaven, glossy eyed, staring, walking in a mannered, deliberate, determined step - two, three - to deliver a fact - based agenda of correctness’s; speak for a cause or four; site history and wince when you find out the flies ‘re buzzing and buzzards hoverin o’er their prey
I can no more be fact than a page of pulp, let alone a non idea; fictitious or not, that postulates the rhetoric of rethreaded ire, of damnations, of damned Nations….
Of omitted events, of half truths, of blatant lies of the pomposity of circumstances…
Nor is it accidental for truth to be stranger than…. and might we add less filled with truths - than fiction…..and then as we watch the march of angels come hither and anyone dreams of me ‘say’ for some years after with a heaviness, with hatred…well I suppose they will just might forget me as if I never existed….

SOLO

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SOLO

back inside the underside of a lit but dwindling light
rests my stolid un yielding desires for solitude
for my unrequited yearning to be free
of all attachments young and old
to run through the stasis
of my limbs
to dive
headlong
into
the waters of a new life
the evolving life I've made for myself
alone and filled with fantasies that sustain
that build and grow each moment only to be interrupted
by the banality of every day routine machines and their thin crusted emptinesses
at present my longing is ebbed by the subversity and secracy derived from keeping it to myself

12 - 27 -06 - Story Line

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Story Line

And Narrative follows
in my dreams
in my wake
not common
not at all
is all there is
is what I am
is beyond me
which is who I am
always
in the story
out of the story
always

turning words to paint
turning things to colors
turning lines away from
toward something
discovering as you go
how else is there

Bi - Partisans

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Bi - Partisans

mixed nuts all of us
need necessities
need to get unscrewed to re-learn
to un-learn to be one like we were
break down labels
become the blood
become the worm
that does not know
to know nothing at all
is to move earth

Family

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Family

Moves in
from far away
leave old familiar
create the new
become muse
become lost
become shadows
reach back
look for familiar
discover what is to cherish again
don't let go
it is your rock
it is your dust

Exposed

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Exposed

when going a step further
almost inside out
depraved can't stop
relinqished from all normalcy
twist round and round
miss completely any groove
no bottom
feels
felt
for now
bemused
will sleep better tonight
go at it again tomorrow

A new Day - 9/12/06

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BETWEEN US

no words

between

no spaces
no time

nothing I've seen
comes close

clandestine
palimpsest
shall
seek

and you
will
silent
forever
sublime

CHANGE OF HEART

twisted churning turning new
your damned
heart

stay where you are
you are comfortable there
in your cavity
in captivity

don't leave for love
it is too late
for you

you've no new tricks
to keep her

to hold her

tableau arise
in memory

before too long
she is gone

lament for now
cried and spent

never
never
sent

your change of heart
to the one you love

Hello...today is August 25th 2006

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PRESENTS

Less Said
Discovering the Power of Visual Writing and Texture
NEW PAINTINGS by RALPH TURTURRO
SEPTEMBER 5TH - OCTOBER 27TH 2006

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Images and Words for Today - Tuesday 8/8/06

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Composition III

alone again
again alone
just the way
it is

Non Verbal

not the air
not now
me here
briefly

Protest Not

it's over
I float
with the sole of kings
in the light
we will
smile
as one

Images - Words

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Composition I

Intimate stranger
leave me alone
go home
to the one who loves you
our time has passed

Composition II

the lines around you
are not you
you are free to step outside

C - Mystics

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3rd

Mystics

MmMmMmmmmmmm ystic mumbo jumbo
live here too... don't tell no secrets
no time for truths wrapped in tall tales
no papers flying
no print too large to read
too hollow to hail
no furnaces too hot
nor ground too hard
to dig for brackish waters
for to cleanse
to come to
dance
in the spaces between us
till we’re one
till we are light

B - Genetics

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2nd

Genetics

i am not more than the particles of color
the streams of conscious and unconsciousness
the thingness or lack there of
of form and forms
of viscosity
arriving there with wings
memories of
missing the drudging through
the trails of mud left
evidence of such
temporary into infinite
oceans into gloss
eyes of the universe
always with us
connected at the hip
we float encased in glass
ever gazing
in awe
of all there is

A - Human Animals

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behind the work is there a purpose
a theme a narrative..a style that conveys an agenda , a life philosophy...?

that life is - full of wonder and mystery...but that reality is not what it appears and that what does not appear is more real and significant - micro macro

the under dog
hope for humanity
discovering beauty in horror
we are here to learn - yet the painting should only be a doorway to un-learning
the truth of contradiction
surprise me

painting all there is

1st new work

Human Animals

new aesthetic
wack job flying peril
we stare back at our selves
in the midst of chaos
knowing of abysses
existing in a temporal world
seeing through form
what can't be seen
seeing true lies
the now prevails
until tomorrow

streams.....

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streams of consciousness...along side of image...written words..letters...lllrrttttuuuuuxxxxxnnnn....they'r in my work...words and letters in a stream of conscious and unconsciousness...trusting the flow...discovering the uncompromising truths that belie the process of constant looking, drawing, administering marks, color...building texture, arranging forms...composing...painting...it is one process among many that employ these univeralities...that ideally can teach you to love, to accept, to have compassion and reverence....it is a process at times that can stop all time...make things clear, invite the spirit, bring back the awe of lost moments...rush ahead to the prophetic....at the same instance this process can make you giddy, and bent over with laughter...speaking to the absurdities; the underlying joy behind most things...the certainties, uncertainties, the ambiguities, the truths, the lies and every little and big thing in between...I give thanx to the Great Mystery of life for at least having had the chance to glimpse...

New Work

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more paintings

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most recent

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look mom no hands

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more current work

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more stuff:

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www.ralphturturro.com/
C:\My Documents\A - sites\ArtistSites_org Art of Ralph Turturro.htm
http://www.chamotgallery.com/gallery/2Dart/turturro.htm
C:\My Documents\A - sites\Cortland Artists.htm
C:\My Documents\A - sites\Pidjin Featured Artist of the Month -Ralph Turturro!.htm
C:\My Documents\A - sites\Ralph Turturro on artnet.htm
C:\My Documents\A - sites\Ralph Turturro - Artist Search Results.htm
C:\My Documents\A - sites\Ralph Turturro - Art for sale.htm
all the sites above have images and various writings of mine in regard to my work...they are a mixed bag from different time periods...most recent is:
C:\My Documents\A - sites\ArtistSites_org Art of Ralph Turturro.htm
some sites the ones highlighted you can just click to read them...the others that are not highlighted you have to drag and paste in URL to open

My paintings express my continually evolving response to everything i come in contact with - people, conversations, music, film, poetry, literature, street signs, nature, art etc.. The work is about trying to break through the physical to a world beyond that is more real - color, texture and inadvertent images that grow out of the process of painting are the tools used to discover this world beyond. As of late I think of my work as one would consider the life of cells. They are real and exist despite our ability to see them. Without them we could not exist. They hold him them history, beauty, balance and wonder. They communicate with each other silently without explaining. They continue to evolve, mutate and produce life.

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recent work

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