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Three Sheets

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Three Sheets– Now at the Principle Gallery



Now I’m aimin’ for heaven
But probably wind up down in hell
Where upon this altar I will hang my guilt ridden head
But it’s time I’ll take before I begin
Three sheets to the wind, three sheets to the wind
Yeah, it’s time, I’ll take before I begin
Three sheets to the wind, three sheets to the wind

Genuflect all you refugees who fled the land
Now on guilt you kneel
And say a prayer for those left behind
From beyond the pale to the northern sky
So you saved your shillins and your last six pence
‘Cause in god’s name they built a barbed wire fence
Be glad you sailed for a better day
But don’t forget there’ll be hell to pay

Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be
Ah, no ball or chain no prison shall keep
We’re the rebels of the sacred heart
I said no ball or chain no prison shall keep
We’re the rebels of the sacred heart

Rebels of the Sacred Heart, Flogging Molly



I call this new small piece, an 8″ by 8″ painting on wood panel, Three Sheets. It is included in the Small Works show currently up at the Principle Gallery

I have pointed out before that I am not a sailor nor do I have any knowledge of sailing terms, etc. So, when I was working on this piece that had three sails, I thought I’d title it Three Sheets, wanting to play off the term three sheets to the wind which is used to describe a state of roaring drunkenness. I am more familiar with that subject than with sailing.

But I was also thinking that sails were also called sheets. Made sense to me. Three sails, three sheets, right? 

Wrong.

A sheet, I found out, is the cord that controls the tension on the sail. When the sheet is loosened, it allows the sail to fill out and catch all the available wind. The term three sheets to the winds comes when a three sailed ship with sheets released is on a stormy sea. The ship pitches and rolls and anyone on the deck would stumble about, back and forth. The term came to be used to describe staggering drunkards– on land or sea– who tottered to and fro like they were on a rolling ship. 

I probably don’t have that completely right but I am okay with that. I like this painting the more I see it, particularly the colors and forms of the waves. There’s something in this piece about keeping one’s balance while still letting it fly that I find attractive. I guess that could apply to sailing or drinking or just living your life.You might call it derring-do or reckless abandon. Sometimes you have to let the sheets go and ride it out.

Here’s a song, Rebels of the Scared Heart, from Flogging Molly, an Irish-American Celtic punk band that has been around since the 90’s. The song – there are a few applicable verses at the top- has a sort of sea shanty feel combined with a sound that feels Clash-like to me. Energetic.

Good way to kick off the day– three sheets to the wind!



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