Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
My Grandfather was a pro golfer and he was murdered...they never found his body. I resemble him greatly but never met him.
This created a massive rift within my family.
My best friend was an unbelievable painter, that could have surpassed Dali. She commited suicide at 18 by jumping off the high level bridge in the winter.
I saw her blood outline on the ice. This destroyed me.
These events from childhood and embracing great loss, the grief was too large to handle.
spiralling emotionally within I then became homeless.
Started drawing when I was homeless on the streets for 6 months in the mid 1990's. for a stint of time drew the derelict and disposed characters that I would meet along the way. Felt intense despair, sat in the railyard drunk and made writing books and sold them to make drawings and to drink my sorrows away....still could not escape the pain.
Sang poetry and sold little these little hand made writing books on the street for my first camera...an Olympus OM10.
Slept in alleyways and on old building rooftops.
Began having local shows in small cafes to sustain a home.
Painted in my basement and a garage and continued having local exhibits.
Broke up old fruit crates I found in my basement and made frames, recycled broken glass and used recycled paint to accomplish these shows.
Moved onto Piano and guitar and music shortly afterwards.
Planted trees up in the Northwest Territories and northern Canada for two years to make enough money to travel abroad for a year.
Began pastels and more ink work, poetry.
Taught myself traditional B&W and color photographic techniques and darkroom. Using Old rangefinders, polaroids, my hasselblad from 1975 and several mechanical Olympus cameras. I also use old movie lights from the 40's + various props from charity shops.
I Call my photography style illuminism....my painting style shifting...my drawing style manyeyes city.
my photo style is based on 5 theories of light....just a re-defined second and imagination...finding beauty when it graces...if it be drawing, painting, photography or song.
The heart is boundless.
Francis A Willey was born in Alberta in July of 1969, the day that man first walked on the moon. A modern day renaissance man, Francis expresses his creative force through drawings, paintings, photography, ballads and poems. He is a self-taught artist who draws his inspiration from nature, the plight of people less fortunate and from a strong spiritual connection to the world around him. Francis’ extended travels through India and South-East Asia have added significant depth to his work as he lived in different monasteries and with local families throughout his journey. His first hand experience with the day-to-day lives of people with different values and beliefs sharpened his creative forces and his concern for the highly material values of North America.
In recent years, Francis’ energies are split between the two great loves of his life, his family and his art. Francis’ earlier works focused more on the darker sides of our culture but as he walks daily with his twin daughters, Francis looks for hope, opportunity and forgiveness in our world. A journey Francis made himself and from which he can empathize with the course of tears that each man lives through to find true love and happiness in his life.
Francis’ works are owned by private collectors throughout North American and Europe. Francis regularly performs his poems and ballads at various poetry readings in Canada.
Currently recording his first solo piano CD.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Just thought I'd update you
Each of the online sites has their own hospitality suite at the
So anyway I went into the suite, and it was crammed with people. Clonie Gowen was there, if you have heard of her, she is a famous pro who is sponsored by Full Tilt. She and everyone else was scarfing down all this free food.
I said I needed to pick up chips for the tournament, and they said, "Oh, you need to talk to Richard." So they yelled for Richard, and this Satanist looking guy came walking up, looking like he was late for an orgy or something. He said, "follow me into this back room." I wasn't thrilled about that, but I wanted my chips so I followed Richard the satanist into the back room. He pops open this
While I am in the line I start to think that all I have to do is just step out of the line and go to the nearest cage, and I can have 2000 in cash. But of course like an idiot I keep standing there and register for the stupid thing.
They had the shorthanded 5k event going on at the time, and I recognized Chris Ferguson and Men Nguyen and a bunch of other famous pros. They all looked kind of like zombies, they'd probably been playing nonstop for the past 3 weeks.
Outside there was another kiosk advertising something or otther, and 4 girls in their hooker gear standing there. Except this time they even had a pole there, and one of them was dancing around it. At 2 in the afternoon. Good grief. Then I looked to my left, and Scott Nguyen is standing there smoking a cigarette and watching, like a total perv. It was, "a typical disgusting display," as a famous sports announcer once yelled. ;-)
I did go to the Bellagio poker room and play, that is a nice place. Very crowded but cool. Phil Laak, the unambomber guy, was playing there and running his mouth. They had a tournament going and that comedian/actor Norm McDonald was playing in it, apparently. Phil Ivey was playing in the back room, probably destroying people, but he looked pretty bored.
Anyway, the tournament kind of blew. They give you 2000 in starting chips, the same as the entry fee. You have a seat assignment, mine was table 119 seat 3, or something like that. They had 2,020 entrants, and first place was something like 860k. It was being televised by ESPN but I never saw any cameras. Only the top 198 actually cashed, so 1800 went home with nothing. It was to take 3 days, with the final table on Sunday.
So anyway I sat down, and there were 10 of us at the table, and the blinds for the first hour started out at 25-25. They had this big clock on the wall like a football scoreborad, counting down from 59:59. When it hit zero then they upped the blinds to 25-50. After the second hour was over there was a 20 minute
I was really kind of disappointed, because everyone played pretty much like on the internet-- like idiots. Which is no surprise I guess because most of us qualified on the net. But you could not bluff at all, because they just called everything and were really wild players. So you had to just sit there and hope to catch some cards. It was way more luck than I thought it would be, and that sucked. On the very first hand, a dealer shouted, "seat open, table 231!" so some jackass went bust on the very first hand. Actually 5 people at my table busted out in the very first hour, they were playing so wildly, and they kept
For the most part I got really bad cards, so outside of the blinds, I only voluntarily played 4 hands before I was knocked out at about 3 o'clock (it started at noon).
On only the third hand of tournament, I was in the small blind (blinds are 25-25). The under the gun (first to act) guy raises it to 75, and everyone folds around to the button, who calls the 75. I looked down at my cards, and I have red queens (QQ). I raised it to 300, because I wanted to end it right there, as I was out of position and did not want to have an ace or king come on the flop. The initial raiser thought for a long time, and then calls the 300. The guy on the button folded. Of course the flop came A-something-something, so the damn ace hit. I had to bet something to represent the ace (act like I had AK), because if I just checked, he would have known I didn't have it, and just bet and take the pot. So I bet half the pot, which was 300. He just called, so I figure he might very well have an ace. I don't want to go out of the tournament on the 3rd hand, so I just checked the turn, he bet big, and I folded. So that sucked, five minutes into the thing I am down to only 1300 chips (from the 2000 starting amount).
From there I got no hands except a J9 on the button which I limped with for 75, missed the flop, and then folded. The second hour they raised the blinds to 25-50, and I got dealt KK. Great! I raised it to 200, and everyone just folded. So I only won 75, big deal.
When they got back they raised the blinds to 50-100, as it was the third hour. Now I am in deep trouble, thanks to the QQ hand and the blinds, I only have 950 left in chips. If you are under 10x the big blind you are in all in or fold mold, and the blinds were now 50-100, so I was there.
At 3 o'clock this guy raised it to 300, and I looked down and had AK of hearts. So I reraised all in for 950. He thought a long time (again), and then called. He had 33. The board cards came all low, I missed, and it was sayonara.
So it kind of sucked.
Anyway it was fun, but I was disappointed at how much pure luck there was. I think if I ever qualify again, I will just fly out there, pick up the chips, cash them in at a cage, and fly home.
Hope you all are doing well, and that I didn't bore you with the Scotty Nguyen hooker story, etc.