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mellee fresh

A breath of intoxicatingly fresh air — that’s the effect of Mellee Fresh.

The singer-performance artist and her partner in creativity, Clive, are one dynamic duo and they electrify existence everywhere they go.

They added another Bev Hogue painting to their eclectic collection recently and I’m very happy with their choice: Disguise & Dolls, a personal favourite.

Melly poses here alongside the art, adorned in a Beluxe-Pretty Fierce singlet. I just had to share.

Thank you Mellee Fresh

I’m very happy to co-inhabit your world

Mellee Fresh with her Bev Hogue painting, Disguise & Dolls, in a Beluxe-Pretty Fierce yoga singlet, Om Sweet Om.
Mellee Fresh with her Bev Hogue painting, Disguise & Dolls, in a Beluxe-Pretty Fierce yoga singlet, Om Sweet Om.
Mellee Fresh with her Bev Hogue painting, Disguise & Dolls, in a Beluxe-Pretty Fierce yoga singlet, Om Sweet Om.

B&W movies were true blue

The way-back machine has been been working overtime in my studio.

Buzzkill, Deadpan Delivery and Crime of Fashion emerged from a twisted trip through 1940s movie posters.

Sea No Evil and its 3-D sister, Gillzilla vs. InstaGamera, surfaced after a voyage through B movie horror flics from the 1950s.

In the 1960s, late night TV was jammed with so much low brow content that these classics blended together as one black and white experience.

I never put much thought into it, but the B&W movies I watched might have influenced a style that emerged as blue tones in graphic contrast.

Even Mad Magazine was largely monotone. And among the regular features, none had greater impact on a young artist than two stark, silent spies.

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Biker chick accidentally drops by

Rumbling down the one-way street in front of my studio was a collection of motorcycles finishing up a day of cruising. It was twilight and the slight curve where the street turns at the base of the hill is a natural spot for gravel and sand to gather.

One of the riders skidded and dropped the bike. It was low speed, but still that’s a lot of metal to connect with pavement.

We were watching the impromptu parade from inside and saw the whole thing happen in slow motion.

The 20 or so riders dismounted to survey injury and damage. As helmets were removed, it was becoming clear that they were all women, in a casual gang of weekend riders called the “Chrome Divas” who venture out on organized runs for charity.

A bent pedal and a sprained ankle was the early diagnosis. A slightly embarrassed rider, but otherwise everyone ok.

I got her a glass of water and a chair as she waited for a paramedic, and for the auto club to haul the bike to the shop.

The “gang” sped away to the bar for a beer and left the lone biker with us to keep her company until help arrived. In the gathering darkness, it was not apparent right away, but something about this woman was familiar: a turn of phrase, a figure of speech, her laugh?

After returning to the area after a time away, every chance encounter seemed to unlock a childhood memory. Was my memory playing tricks on me?

“Marie?” I asked out of practically nowhere. “Yes”

I was surprised. She was perplexed.

This was an old neighbour and childhood chum from kindergarten who I grew up with through high school. She actually came with me when I got my driver’s license at 16.

We laughed and chatted in the dark for about an hour until her brother arrived, discussing life in the little town down the road where we grew up and all the personalities that lived there.

It was a life moment, pure accident.

The incident inspired me to paint this scene, which I just had to call “Chrome Divas.”

To help with the cause, a percentage of the proceeds from the sale of this painting will be donated to the Chrome Divas charity fund.

Purchase painting here.

Chrome Diva
Chrome Diva was inspired by an accidental meeting with an old pal from kindergarten days who literally “dropped” by with her motorcycle.