The Absence of mr. Bentley is going on a year. Our fears was stronger that his. We fared for his survival while he was busy taking care of his with adapting. There is a thing as” call of the wild”. It’s the acclimatization of the senses to the immediate surroundings.
Bently had adjusted. He had defined his territory around Syncona. In the Mornings, we would let him out to explore and signify.
He had his spots to piss. With the grounds so large he would divide the task into sessions. There was the attack on the selected Bushes. Bushes that he would not venture into, but had to announce his presence. He knew whomever is in there, beware, I have this area covered, clear out.
The wild Dogs, he would take them on. drive them to the edge of the property as a border collie would handle sheep. He would not only herd them from both sides but confound them by circling thru their legs. It was amazing to us to witness, while at the same time in fear for his life.
There was the rub. With LaVera leading the single member chorus of trepidation, every time for a walk was a time of anxiety. After a couple of late nite run in with coyote, I out fitted her with a 9mm Beretta. Small, have 8 round with a holster and belt. She was fearless with him on a leash and packing. Only he was never satisfied with his walks with her. It was never in exploit, there was no territorial mapping, no adventure.
He would come in, still looking back thru the window, then looking at me, waiting for me to say “come on” then unleash him on the grounds. He would rush out in full gallop heading out into the mesa. Be it day or night it was the same Geronimo yelp as he attack the selected bushes.
Mr. Bentley reverted to his natural nature just after one year in this reasonable Wild Mesa, I call, Syncona. I read some where that his breed were rodent hunters. Sure enough, he had an instinct for stalking Rats and Lizards. That stand off with the Bobcat over the carcass of a Jack Rabbit, was a serious regress.
LaVera enjoyed hunting with him, it gave her that excitement that she misses after living in L.A. She began to give him leads to their whereabouts. Other than the rats being Rats, they eat the eggs of the CooDoves, her Peeps, which made them her arch-enemy. After awhile, he began to refuse house and Dog food. Pieces of lizards and Rats on the Patio was alarming. Turned out some of the Lizards were endangered.
He knew his limitations though. The Red Racer that comes around, he manages to alert us and Run when he has to. Like that night when he took on the Coyote, to only realize, he was in over his head, and retreated to my heels. Two other time he had encounters. Both time in the light of the Day. Once, LaVera fired off a round. The other, three Coyote had them surrounded, she wasnt armed but mustered some bravado to confront them. Realizing they were outnumbered, She stood in the Path of the one closest, and in her biggest voice told Mr. Bentley to run home, which he did.
He was constantly getting dehydrated. Had a couple of near death experience. His symptoms would be a swollen stomach, hard like a rock, with listlessness. Massaging his stomach while dropping distilled water mixed with fresh blended Aloe Vera in his mouth worked to revive him. Each time he had a quick recovery, but we wondered just how much the experience weakened him.
Once he came up lost. For a whole two days he was nowhere to be found. called on the neighbours on the Mesa. there are five houses only three are occupied all year around. No one had seen him for days. He would wander off on occasion over to the Closest neighbour to visit Adrian, the Doberman. They had a friendship that intensified into a serious affair with Adrian in heat. Our thoughts were they ran off together. But we had already call their bluff by getting them together. Adrian a good two feet taller than Mr. Bentley made is impossible to satisfy their intentions. So the next scenario was that he was stolen, then, the Coyotes finally got him.
At the beginning of the third day I went into the Garage to go through some Boxes. The Back story on this is that we recently moved. A majority of the unpacked Boxes are stored to the ceiling in the garage, ever so often I go in and unpack a few. This day, my back was feeling well, so to take my mind off Bent, I started to unpack some boxes. There he was, happy to see me, shaken and weak. those three days with the average temperature being 105 he has been locked away, no food or water, took a lot out of him.
Good thing I had installed a evaporative cooler to keep the garage, now a Storage for my Published works on Paper, Paintings and Boxes from the Studio in Los Angeles, Tempered. We had already given him up for dead. Made our peace with his Spirit. Even burned a Candle and read and recited Psalm 91.
The next phase was to get him to a safe and secure place where he can be looked after with love. We found such a place with a neighbour on the same street we had live on for 35 years. Someone he knew and who loved him. She agreed to adopt him before, but the deal fell through when she wanted to have him fixed. Didn’t want to interfer with his Personea. The complete Dog that is Mr. Bentley, survived for two years on Syncona, because his nature prevailed intact. This time, the option was more appealing, only to ensure his perlonged survival.
Thursday, February 12, 4-6 p.m.
Bernard Hoyes will demonstrate mono printing with
his “Rag Series” technique.
When Bernard Stanley Hoyes paints, we listen. Yes listen, because his work calls to our inner spirit, piercing spaces deep within, beckoning us to worlds and regions holy, sacred and sanctified. A creator of art, symbols and ancestral echoes, this Jamaican native possesses the power to make colors, forms, and dance, and leap, shout and vibrate on a variety of surfaces. Ancient becomes contemporary, ceremonies rings eternal and traditions manifests as new revelations.
And so it is with Hoyes. His paintings call to us, speak to us, whisper to us. The life force pulses through them. A true product of his environment, Hoyes art for the past thirty years pays significant homage to Jamaican revival culture and the backyard religions he knew as a child. As he mines the traditions of an old and complex culture, he lays it before us like a feast.
His celebration of traditional African religions has found universal appeal, stunning audiences worldwide with their depth and compelling lure. It is no wonder that Oprah Winfrey, Natalie Cole, Richard Pryor, Capital Records and the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture are all amongst his collectors.
My images stand as praise to our existence, past, present and future. My challenge is to master unique compositions of spiritual significance. I desire to visually engross the viewer through powerful expressive works.
I have been painting from an intuitive point of view. During this process, the spirits take possession and ritual themes have become dominant. The common denominator has been expressions in the Painting medium. My concern with spiritual testimony, using Contemporary expressions has been the driving force that eventually established a visual voice. Of late, the works has gotten transformative.
Proof being, bringing a selection of the Revival Series Paintings to life on Stage, as an Interdisciplinary creative force, using Visual Arts, Video, Dance, African Traditional Drums and Voices as a production titled, “Se7en Paintings, a Story in Performance”. Seven of my most iconic paintings came to life on the Ford Amphitheater Stage in Los Angeles in 2012.
This was the first step into the Interdisciplinary field. New insights in my application of the Painting discipline have since emerged.
The Modernist discourse in my Paintings has evolved. Raw Materials, technology, and raw textures have appeared. Templates harkening back to the Rag Series from the 70’s, when Raw materials and graphics were prevalent in my exploration.
I am still coming from an intuitive point of view, using traditional mediums, to a unified science of all that went before, Into new methods, including neglected concepts and synthesis of varied consciousness.
Hoyes past works is vividly displayed on his website, at www.berndhoyes.com.