acrylic on newspaper. . . yay for recycling!
last night I did the unthinkable. . .
after giving my family first dibs, I put all of my paintings in the trunk
and under the cover of darkness I brought my friends near. . .
and I gave all of my paintings away. . .
Before I did this I was afraid that I’d regret it
but I must say,
I feel surprisingly fulfilled. . . and full
like Kiera here. . .
I had a dream last night and now I can’t remember it.
don’t you hate it when that happens. . .
I realized the other day that it hasn’t rained since at least September
I dunno about you guys but thats a really long time
Its funny because in Ohio I got sick of the rain.
But now, I think a couple days of overcast and rain would be nice
but only for a couple days. . .
not the month long stints that I remember all too well. . .
we shall see 🙂
“modern art” is very controversial
you realize this when you create alot of it
I just had lunch with a math professor that I interpret for
I explained to him that I’m trying to get rid of my paintings
so I offered him one.
his reply was,
“oh no no thats ok, I find it hard to appreciate art like that”
I didn’t take offense at all, he was perfectly honest, which I like
but!!!! I have two questions to ask regarding that statement.
1) what is “art like that?” What makes some art “modern”?
and 2) why is it such a love or hate relationship?
some people love it, and others. . . have a hard time finding the art value in it.
will this remain just one of those mysteries?
In theory I hate oils
for their fussiness and hassle
but in practice
they allow you to combine and manipulate
the colors and textures
in a way that is quite freeing
this week I….
sang along with dylan
showed visitors around. . . again
found awesome deals at the thrift shops
drank the perfect cup of coffee
missed a certain canadian
and. . .
I finally painted. . .
I was thinking today about how much texture in a painting
is like the little quirks in a relationship.
When it comes down to it, those quirks are what make it
just plain work/
real. . . . yup. . . .
so I have this thing about artists. . . its kinda like when musicians make it big. Let me explain. You know how you like that band thats “yours.” Its cool, unlabeled, free, genius, and incorruptible. Lets take kings of leon for example, when they first started they were undeniably their own men. Long haired 70’s southern garage rock legends that couldn’t sell out if they tried! We loved them for that (at least everyone but America who’s still listening to Kelly Clarkson on the radio). We loved them , they were ours, and now they’ve hit the mainstream.
Why? Did they sell out? In my opinion no, I agree with the words of a friend of mine, that like the Beatles, some people get big because they are, simply put, that good. Nevertheless they are no longer our pocket band that no one in America knows about. Mind you, the mainstream only knows their hits. I went to their show in Pheonix. It was ridiculous watching the 17 year old girls trying to mouth along to lyrics that they had obviously never heard before, for 90 percent of the show!!!! So I ask u, is it really selling out if what you’ve “sold” are 3 singles? When I look at bands like that on stage I don’t see money in tight pants, I see passionate musicians who happened to make it big. I think labels like “sell out” should be applied to those that operate for fame from the start. The prefabricated crapola that we’re barraged with daily.
so!!!! With that illustration in mind, my point is that this principle guides how I perceive artists. I believe that art is for the artist, and you only sell out when you forget that. So if you happen to make it, great! But if you’re a real artist, that person proudly standing in that gallery will be the same person anonymously pouring their heart onto canvas.
I go thru painting phases. Most of you know that I’m obsessed with trees, so naturally I’ve been in a tree phase for most of my artistic life. Mind you, I’m big on abstract. You may notice tho that when it comes to abstract I’ve gotten stuck on particular looks. You could argue that they’re ruts but I like to call them phases. Mainly because I feel that if I feel like doing that particular method over and over, it must be because my brain is telling me to for a reason. And the only way to appease an artistically demented brain is repetition lols. So! what are your artistic ruts?. . . I mean phases. he he
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I’M MARRYING A CANADIAN AND VENTURING TO THE GREAT WHITE NORTH!!!!
ONLINE ART SALE
WHAT WON’T FIT IN MY CARRY ON HAS TO GO!
heading to Denver tomorrow! I dug up my hat and gloves, its been awhile