January 7,2013. I’d like to buy the world an Inflatable Kim Kardashian Doll, (sung to the 1971 Coke ad)

Art and my thoughts about being an artist
"America" ©2012

“America” ©2012 Robert Redus

“The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.”

This television commercial came out in 1971:

This was also going on in 1971:

 

I suggest turning the sound down on the Vietnam footage while listening to the coke commercial and watching the air strikes. There is an uneasy sort of harmony that goes with explosions while well manicured kids sing on a hilltop about a highly caffeinated, loaded with high fructose corn syrup, and who’d have ever known a relatively more destructive soft drink than bombs jingle.

This leads me to the quote this morning, “The Ranks of the Insane”…if I could play the guitar, I’d certainly be starting a band with that name! No really….I think……INSANITY IS THE NEW SANE.  I mean think about it….most people care more about Kim Kardashian’s “Baby Bump”, or did Jessica Simpson reveal a little too much breast on one of her press photographs than let’s say…..”ART”…yes I wrote ART, and for the reason that ART was once iconography …and the artists who produced that iconography were once the insane…the people mom and dad first off…didn’t want you to ever be and secondly surely didn’t want you to marry….and well because…”How’s he going to support you, and does he always dress like that?”…artists were the barometer of society the ones who redefined society with imagery…sculpture…words….ideas…the blurred edges of things….now it’s Brits boobs….

So here I am…the formerly insane….now the guy off the couch…sort of standing here wondering what exactly happened….while the people I always thought had it wired up so tight are in a frenzy…standing in lines waiting for new phones…exporting  $431,000.00 worth of almonds to Italy while importing $398,000.00 worth of almonds from Italy….wanting to “Go Green”….yet remain a polyamorous carnivore, who drives a  Hummer H5…and can only drink Melita  brewed, Half caf, soy, dry, pismo, light  easy foam, but make sure it’s in a Bio Cup…cool dude…. coffee.

So…I’m thinking of art installations more and more these days…maybe a 10,000 women with plastic baby bumps under their shirts…..filling elevators of busy high-rise buildings all wearing Jessica Simpson masks…or dropping Kim Kardashian inflatable dolls from Vintage B52’s over the entire state of Iowa….while loud speakers play “I’d like to buy the world a coke“….or maybe hire 500 people to just stand in line in front of every Apple store in NYC…and when asked why they are there….they can only answer…”You gotta be kidding…right, you mean you don’t know?” ….

so all of this being said….my mantra for the day is also my closing quote…..

“Please, if there is a god in heaven, bring back the insanity”

596. March 13, 2012….You are only as “Fake” as you feel….or may appear to be…

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

"Trapped in the Proverbial Net", ©2012 Robert Redus

“It’s better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.” – Matt Damon

the Mens Rolex…36mm Platinum Day-Date President – Blue Myriad Diamond Dial…sells new for around $69,950.00…and if you’re in the market for an almost new Rolex Mens Platinum President Blue Dial…it’ll cost you about $42,000.00…just think….you could save over $25,000.00 by buying the Blue Dial…I found a Rolex knock-off for $249.00…but most of them sell for under $100.00…the average counterfeit Rolex watch is about $69.00….so for a few dollars…you can wear what appears to be at first impression…a Rolex…

It really isn’t what you are…it’s really more what you want to appear to be to everyone else…which will eventually become what you believe yourself to be to everyone else…which based on where you started is just as much a mirage as what you want  to appear as…to the outside world…sort of like a myth…clearly unreal…never a legend…

in Pierre Bordieu’s… “The Pure Gaze: Essays on Art”…he breaks down understanding art to deciphering a code…learning a particular dialogue that is essential to appropriate all that goes with the art…here’s what he writes:

“Since the work of art only exists as such to the extent that it is perceived, or, in other words, deciphered, it goes without saying that the satisfactions attached to this perception – whether it be a matter of purely aesthetic enjoyment or of more indirect gratification, such as the effect of distinction – are only accessible to those who are disposed to appropriate them because they attribute a value to them, it being understood that they can do this only if they have the means to appropriate them. Consequently, the need to appropriate goods which, like cultural goods, only exist as such for those who have received the means to appropriate them from their family environment and school, can appear only in those who can satisfy it, and it can be satisfied as soon as it appears.”

those who purchase a…. $69.950.00….36mm Platinum Day-Date President – Blue Myriad Diamond Dial Rolex…have been instructed to do so…taught by those who know the code…to decipher the code…knowing that particular watch…does something for them within the world they live…something that a Fake Rolex…could not do…nor ever do…

I’m not really clear as why something… “Real” has a greater value than something… “Not Real”…but historically…an original anything is usually much more sought after than a fake anything…and often the fake anythings are sold as the real anythings and sometimes called fraud….so Matt Damon’s statement I guess is true unless of course you’d like “Value” added to the equation….I mean based on Matt’s thinking…a Ponzi Scheme is really not a questionable investment…because it appears everybody’s making loads of dough…right?…Here is a list of  “Really Good Fake Somebodies” ….even our own…Doug Vaughn…right here in Albuquerque….is one of the exceptional class of  “Fake Somebody”…only scammed…$76,000,000.00….not bad Doug…enjoy your new digs….

Van Gogh “Irises”

  • The Original: $104.5 million
  • Michael’s: $19.95

1978 Le- Montrachet

  • Original $23,925.00
  • Franzia White Zin Box Wine $10.99

Which would you rather buy?

Which would you rather sell?

Which would you rather own?

no doubt buying these is difficult if not impossible…..there are things out there that could become these though….they have to be one thing and only one thing…..THE ORIGINAL…..the Real something…..not the Fake something… or all else fails….

when you can’t imagine spending $1000.00 on the original….remember…the original can always go up in price….the fake will never do anything but remain a fake…a fraud…bogus…artificial.. concocted…affected…phony…

sort like that 2 carat CZ on your finger or the Rolex Replica on your wrist…or maybe that Giclee print you had framed on your wall….or that $20.00 bag that kind of resembles a Louis Vuitton….or those fake kids you’ve raised…and the fake spouse….and sparky the fake wonder dog…oh and all of those fake orgasms….so much better than the real ones….right?

“It’s better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody”…..just plan on all of the rest being fake too”

“I had no idea that being your authentic self could make me as rich as I’ve become. If I had, I’d have done it a lot earlier.” Oprah Winfrey

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565. September 21,

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

"About 2 Feet" ©robert redus 2011

 “We have art in order not to die of the truth.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

I read 7 about art blogs each morning…all of them initially began with some small interesting piece that captured my attention for a brief moment…enough so that I subscribed to them…hopefully thinking that the… “Interesting” was a constant…something I could grab on to and help push the career forward…none have yet to produce that…not the career moving forward sensation…but remaining interesting…

all of them have turned into used car salesmen…wanting me to subscribe to their monthly secrets for real success…the ones that cost only $20.00 per month…and will move me from here to there…transform my art career in as little as thirty days…the secrets that have been recently discovered in some remote cave…near the Dead Sea…you know…the “Real” secrets…their secrets…

and for as much as I can get what they are doing and why they are doing it…there is the same disconnect I have at a movie theater…after spending some time watching a bad movie…I want some revolutionary event to occur…a “Satisfaction booth” partially blocking the exit…where I am asked how I like the movie on a scale of 1-10…and am refunded a percentage of everything less than 10…

now it takes the exact same integrity to offer the booth as it does to use it…as we know every movie to some might be a 3…thus 70% of their money would be refunded…while others would tell the truth…and some movies they get back while others…they give it all away…

I’m bit cynical these days…”former/previous artists” that are trying to help other artists gain success for a price…probably aren’t selling their own work…and the natural course of events is to be a “consultant”…or perhaps a “coach”…which of course means you don’t have to sell any work…or make any work for that matter…

Believability: “to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so: Only if one believes in something can one act purposefully.”

“Arguments of convenience lack integrity and inevitably trip you up.” – Donald Rumsfeld

558. August 7…Selling Art…Doesn’t Require Perfect Vision…at least not always….

Art and my thoughts about being an artist, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

Art…Representing Manmade Stuff” ©2011 Robert Redus

“While all deception requires secrecy, all secrecy is not meant to deceive.” – Sissela Bok

I found while taking some photographs yesterday…while waiting for the art supply store to open…so I could purchase some gel medium for a friend who was teaching an encaustic class…that… “Composition”… is one of the integral elements of producing art…(not selling it)…

Composition is defined as: “the act of combining parts or elements to form a whole.”…boy are they not kidding…

it is essential to produce art yet it really can’t be qualified…to be a fighter pilot…you have to have perfect vision…but you don’t have to have perfect vision to fly a plane…so composition is as relative as the question of our existence and…why…

We rely on “Art critics” to dispel any question of composition and the success of a piece of work…granted they like most everyone else are in this for themselves first…then…the rest…matters…fundamentally if a critic aligns themselves with higher priced more recognized art…they too become higher priced and more recognized…and it’s not what they say…it’s the artwork they are saying it about that…matters…

The flip side is…selling art work…has nothing to do with composition…it has to do with selling…it could be vacuums…doughnuts…tractors…air conditioners….or wombats….and what matters is the ability of the sales person to sell the product… a highly recognized gallery in the part of the world I’m from that sells expensive art …their top sales person…readily admits they know nothing about art…and for years sold construction equipment…and was very successful at it…so what then does the art matter…it’s sort of …. “What’s it going to take to get this painting above the couch in your living room” …mentality…that counts…not composition…

I’m really beginning to see this for exactly what it is…and for a long time I will admit I was troubled by it all…and why…I don’t know…it is the way it works…I know nothing about the origin of most everything I buy… and I have to say I don’t really want to know about much of it…I just want what it is I want…and I’d like the story to be an OK story that goes along with it…something I can live with…and that’s really about it…

So selling art and making art…they like anything else are mind sets…if you’re great at making art and terrible at selling it…own it…and find somebody who does what you can’t…and if your art work always leaves you with questions…that nauseating feeling in your stomach….but you could open up a booth selling Ice Cubes in the arctic circle and making $750,000. a year…doing it….it’s all about the calling….and that thing about composition…well who really cares….

Artists are different thinkers …not thinkers like sales people think…artists want the story the immortality of it all to be part of it in the end…the sales people…well they want numbers…$$$ and that’s really it…less attachment…more vacations….

 “Our intention is to affirm this life, not to bring order out of chaos, nor to suggest improvements in creation, but simply to wake up to the very life we’re living, which is so excellent once one gets one’s mind and desires out of its way and lets it act of it’s own accord.” – John Cage

540. New Recovery Jewelry ©…and all the stuff that makes getting better…so much better….

New Jewelry, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Some Tight Times Ahead” ©2011, Robert Redus

“Jesus died for somebody’s sins but not mine.” – Patti Smith

a loosening or unfastening,”…I read it a few times…over…then once more for the very…last time…I was done reminding myself of it any longer…I guess it just needed to be unfolded…snap hard in the wind….let go…released from storage…in a sense…but they were my browns…and lavenders…dog eared pages…pressed leaves in the books I’d never read…probably never was…maybe I’d not made the time to…or summoned up the desire enough…to call it anything than what it really was….just good theater…he’d said…bravo…bravo….clapped hands like wooden blocks in an empty room…everything battened down…cause the big waves were sure to come…as they had the many times before…maybe the moon had a little something to do with it…or sure it was global warming…that’s what it was…or maybe god was just pissed…and there was going to be more on Thursday…than the rest of the days…I guess I didn’t know…and I no longer cared…the streets were those slaughterhouse reds…and the screams had long escaped….fell apart like mist from the garden sprayers…bug drops…bug juice…smeared…dried..on the windshield…but could still see through it…if you moved your head a little….but those were the “Solutions”…the effervesint…realities of living well below the bubbles…….hmm the bubbles…they tickled her nose…when they  popped…made her look deeper into the glass….they’d said…”it was another world in there”…I bought one of those dancing hula girls…for the dashboard of the truck”….from….The Black Eye Project

I used to recover a great deal…after weekend long weekends….and not necessarily always after debauchery…late nights and scantily clad women…working around a brass pole attached to the ceiling…whose names were China…and Cheyenne…sometimes the recovery has been silent….a quiet time to try to figure out why certain things worked and others didn’t…and rather than embrace the working mechanisms of living…somehow…wanting to stay there made time sort of something that felt like a hybrid of…Son of Flubber…slow motion…those dreams where people are chasing me and I’m wearing the oversized concrete shoes…or I’m crawling…and there is a test anxiety dream just waiting outside the door…that seconds before the large talon wielding beast grabs me…will make it’s entry into my world….hallelujah!!

Recovery is a long process…one that if dealt with well consume most of what you used to be and sort of squeezes you through the garden hose…to emerge…shinier…than before…yet hyper aware of the stuff that screams …”Run Away…Run Away”…and sleeping with the light on…becomes less normal…while all of those voices…sort of…take a back seat and let you drive…at least most of the time….except when they’re hungry or misguided

and what ever we recover from…there was a significant trade…maybe you traded many years…perhaps decades ago…while the equability may take place say when your 50 or…60…or a hundred…but again if done well…equity balances the books in some weird way…that will inevitably make sense…

sure we can all say…they did _________to me…and I’m pissed…or can only eat lunch meat on Fridays with a Fanta orange drink…with one of those straws that bend….and in a room that is painted a sea green color…because of it….but…your still at least able to eat lunch meat….or stare out of the window 60 times a day rather than the standard 7,114 times  a day as you did for the last 17 years…while you were eating cereal out of the box….with your lucky rabbits foot tied around your neck and the magic house slippers that you wore that ensured planetary alignment and safety from…swarms of locust…plagues…boils…and round things that your were not really sure exactly what they are…that all worked too…in another weird way…

I think recovery is a lot like love…sometimes when you least expect it…it begins to happen…once it happens…if you choose to do nothing about it…basically nothing further is going to happen…but if you decide to take a few steps towards it…forget about what you think you know…the stuff you’re hooked into and maybe just start thinking about solutions…and what feeling good looks like…smells like…taste like…sounds like…it might work…of course with friends… a lot of talking…some pretty late nights…journals…new age music…documentary films…exotic foods from the Asian market…small containers of stuff you still think is magic…and necklaces….that’s right necklaces like this one….

  
This is me at 3 years old…it really is…My friend Mars and I came up with the idea of making necklaces for people who are on the path of getting better… or working on it…or anything around it…I’ve found by wearing this…I have really become very powerful…might sound a bit scizophernic…but we’re having a great time and when I take my walks in the evening…we both walk…have conversations and work out the stuff…we need to over these oh…48 some years….on the back is the statement… “Don’t ever mess with the kid”…we have called these “Recovery Necklaces”…and if you’d like to order one for yourself or someone else, please go to….Recovery Necklaces

Thanks and as the guy for Motel 6 says…”we’ll keep the light on”

“I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.” – Mohammad Ali

505. March 20th…A fire of Obscurity or an Iceberg of Perspicuity…hmmm….

Art and my thoughts about being an artist, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“The New Sea of Tranquility” 2011

“What a man calls his “conscience” is merely the mental action that follows a sentimental reaction after too much wine or love.” – Helen Rowland

seppuku is the ritual of suicide…

there is an enormous protocol that goes along with the getting to that place…firstly a dishonorable act had to have been comitted…once that was established…confirmed and decided honor would be regained by suicide…the person responsible had a significant lifestyle change…what they knew was certainly not what they were going to be living up to the day they took their life…they could only wear certain clothes of certain colors…eat with designated utensils…they were free…to do what they wanted…because they were considered an…”honorable man” they were not considered a prisoner….the seppuku was an event…much like a debutante ball with the level of regalia…and hype…

the samurai who was committing seppuku…did so in front of witnesses…dignitaries…his master..etc….he dressed accordingly….sat on a centralized raised wooden platform….contemplated his end…lowered his clothing to expose his abdomen…tucked his sleeves under his knees…so he fell forward…as a gentleman should always die falling forward…the condemed would stab the blade into his left side below his abdomen…pull across to his right and then in an upward motion…the samurai would extend his head and neck forward… this was the sign…the “Kaishaku” (the second cut)…who was appointed by the dishonored would then sever his head…

hopefully….honor was regained….

“I spent most of that time driving through the desert…while he slept…..”wake me up if anything happens”…. he’d say…..I sat on a phone book…thinking of Marcia…and her moving to Mexico that next year…I wondered what 5th grade was like in Mexico….we always stopped at the same place….piss by the back of the truck….had  a Falstaff…beer…he’d let me light his Camel cigarette….I’d watch the smoke disappear in the air…sometimes cough…but more often than not….just be quite….and listen him to tell me about Southeast Asia…and how he was going back there some day….”Going back to Goddamn Vietnam”…..he really said “Vetnam”…left out the “i” but he said a lot of words with left out letters”

Richard Diebenkorn…painted an entire series of paintings on cigar box lids…that clearly illustrated that abstraction can be magnificent with little regard to scale…he originally made these paintings as gifts…not a part of his inventory…and yet they have become a part of his inventory…posthumously…

maybe what starts as one thing …follows it’s course…stays what it is…dies as it is…and becomes something else…because  it gets made that way…not because it has a destiny to be so…but we make it what it is…from what it wasn’t…

there is something very appealing about the nature of obscurity…as the idea that once we recognized and genuinely acknowledge what might be seen as…unimportant and dim…allows for the possibility of perspicuity then to exist…and flourish…

“Art is Art. Everything else is everything else.” – Ad Reinhart

502. March 14th…a little inspiration…goes a long way…

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

“Red Days #1” 2011

“The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.” – Cyril Connolly

he passed on some ancient information…that had been passed on to him…by  the same method…oh…for maybe a few hundred years…he said…”She told me to just listen to the wind“…and some how…he didn’t need to explain it…as it all made sense…after I looked at the showing of his work…it was apparent he’d listen…and listened very well…

there is something about seeing art work that is just the perfect hit…everything about it speaks…clearly…maybe not in a language everybody gets but loud enough and clear enough…that if you listen it’s right there…that sort of success…is amazing…to me…it strikes me as the perfect mesh and that mesh requires many years to get to that place that it works…unfolds…I mean that’s what the work seems to be for…

W.B. Brown

I started a book last night that like few books is one I could tell by page 3 this was going to be a difficult book to put down…”The End of Art” by Donald Kuspit…I’ve yet to get far enough into it to clearly define the idea but there a few quotes that have made me smile and laugh out loud…

(Art)…”It has also been undermined by the belief that all one has to have is a “concept” to be an artist, which suggests that the concept of artist, as well as of art, has lost clear meaning. This is why so many people think of themselves as artists, for everyone, after all, has a favorite “concept” especially about some person, place and thing they know.

I was away for the weekend…sleeping Saturday night…on an unfamiliar bed…in an unfamiliar place…very relaxed and comfortable…I dreamed “hard dreams”…you know those kinds of dreams that are so real it’s easier to convince yourself they were real…than just dreams…and I’ve not dreamed for a few years consistently….but what dreams I do have now…are as significant as chicken innards…the oracle at Delphi…or a loaded deck of tarot cards…so I had an  opportunity to spend some time thinking of the “message” I wanted from this night of very lucid dreaming…

the word inspiration….comes from the Latin word…inspirare: to inflame, blow into, “in” + spirare  is “to breathe”…so in essence…to be inspired is….to breath…

I really enjoy how small moments of time create large moments of inspiration…how sitting with a few people…meshed in a conversation…can cause an enormous wave of inspiration to swell…enough so…there becomes a level of overpowering eagerness …associated with the idea…the “Can’t wait ” sort of thinking…where tomorrow can not get here quickly enough…so that process can begin to unfold…

Inspiration is a feeding to be fed sort of mentality…we are inspired by others to do because they do…as well we inspire others to do because we do…and the more I thought about that…the whole notion of it really made me realize how important it is to continue on…even when things slow…and questions are more abundant than not…

so to those of you who inspire me…and continually do….thank you…

“Delay is the deadliest form of denial.” – C. Northcote Parkinson

 

502. March 9th…Liberace had Limerence…or maybe Limerence had Liberace…kind of chicken or the egg thinking…

Art and my thoughts about being an artist, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Wednesday’s Thinking” 2011

Limerence: “The conscious mind hungers for money and success, but the unconscious mind hungers for those moments of transcendence when the skull line falls away and we are lost in love for another, the challenge of a task or the love of God. Some people seem to experience this drive more powerfully than others.”

I was a crossing guard at St. Clement’s Parish School…wore a bright orange…belt with a shoulder strap…and held a sign that had written in bold red letters…”STOP“…I could blow the whistle in the event of some heinous infraction….but there was never any danger…as the cars had already stopped by the time I would step out in front of them…let me fellow uniform clad…parochial school geeks…make their way to mom’s…brand new Lincoln Continental…but I had power…limited power…but nonetheless…power…I literally controlled people’s movement for about 20 minutes…a few times a month…god was it great….

crossing guards…are like 85-year-old security guards…really the only way they can stop anyone from doing anything is…by shooting them….which won’t happen…but they have this fictitious power…and maybe 65 years ago he could kick your ass…so badly it would take months to figure out how to put it back on…but now….nothings going to happen other than maybe an intellectual beating…maybe…I remember an elder security guard responded once to my question asking directions by…sticking his tongue out at me and giving me the raspberry noise…I guess he forgot his hearing aid that day…or misunderstood “where is Funston and 9th” as..”look…funny man..I’ve got a knife”….

I’m no longer writing everyday as I have for many years….I’ve opted for every other day…the days in between I’m painting 3-5 small paintings on paper….sort of like starting smoking all over again…getting back into the habit…one little painting at a time…I like reflecting back over the year and seeing a few hundred small paintings…where they started…what happened along the way..what new habits I might have developed and how I’m seeing things a little differently…not to mention I have Christmas…birthdays…anniversaries…almost every gift giving occasion covered…

I really feel it necessary to do something everyday…something that makes my hand  translate what my mind sees…as so often there is a connection…yet something doesn’t fire right or touch ends perfectly so the idea mutates before it leaves the fingertips…reveals itself…I’m thinking the more the hand follows the brain…the easier the hieroglyphics begin to become understood…and the more that happens… that’s when  the real stuff emerges…

the other day while taking a walk…my father and a bunch of his friends…landed in a large cottonwood tree…and began making a great deal of noise…there was something in it…that I needed to hear…pass it from hand to hand…juggle it with a couple of Christmas ornaments…then blow it out of my hands like a tuft of down…it’s these experiences that remind me more than anything I am very much alive…and owe a great deal for that place my feet rest at any given time of the day…not to mention have a responsibility to myself to make this trip…undeniablly one worth the fare…

so this all lead me to minimizing my everything…taking it down to its basic elements…and clearly defining what glasses are half empty as opposed to those that are half full…and just because the level is the same…certainly does not mean they are the same…for me it is always a  1…2…3…turn…type process…as I know there is a great deal more between 1…and…2…just as there is between 2 and three…but it’s very easy to glaze over that like getting to the destination…with no recollection of the trip there…

maybe it’s flashcard…that might be the secret…mobile….spur of the moment flash cards…I’ve often thought of carrying a large writing pad in my car to write messages  to show the other people I’m sharing traffic with…you know things like “Look Up“…or ‘There’s something going ON…what do you think?”…maybe…”The end is near…pack light“…or “Does this shirt make me look fat?“…or…”Are you new at this?”…one of my many favorites…. “Did you just fart?” …I realize these could get very existential…long and drawn out for a brief encounter…with really no end in sight…but it’s better than fist shaking…and flipping people off…maybe they’ll smile more….

my friend Bob once…suggested I always pay for the person behind me on a toll bridge…and I have since 1997…it’s just like flashcards…keeps them wondering….

“When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking.” – Albert Einstein

 

 

499. March 1st… “Life is short, the art long.” Hippocrates ………..Really it is….

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

“My Backyard Mexico” ” 2011

“Abstainer: a weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.” – Ambrose Bierce

I mean it required a clean white cloth to clean the soul….but somehow something has to get dirty to get something clean…..and it didn’t mater if they wore the clown mask and sang the fun songs…or if it was just a bunch of drunks…beating the shit out the guy dressed like a clown….it was going to be funny to someone somehow”

and so here we sit…

I was sure hoping a famous art gallery owner maybe one who owned a few galleries in New York…L.A. and Miami….was going to get into an automobile accident in front of my house on the…dead end street I live on…and her cell phone wasn’t working…so she’d have to come inside my house to call the police and 911…she’d then see my paintings…and I would be discovered….and everything would be…groovy…

there are obvious realizations that may often remain completely…obstructed and camouflaged  by choice….ease…denial…not wanting to see some level of truth…the “Situation”…and a myriad of other bs…lights that fuse of decision…yet nevertheless…the fuse has been lit…and hopefully…like any good cartoon…it is written on the side of the big round barrel of explosives…”TNT”….and the cartoon explosion will have words in it…”BOOM”….a mass of black smoke….and we get to walk away from it relatively unscathed…but emerge from the fire and smoke covered in soot…a cross shaped banaid on our forehead and our left arm in a sling…of course…smoke coming from our burned yet normally functioning body…and we appear a slight bit bewildered….shortly there after the literal light bulb illuminates above our still smoldering head…and a new and equally…obstructed…explosive plan begins to unfold….but this one’s gonna work….quathi wabbitt….

I came away the other evening…realizing that no matter what I want to paint…there is a natural pulse…a personality I paint from…I firmly believe every painting I have done…am currently working on or will do is nothing more than some version of  a self-portrait and until I somehow change self…if that is my desire…I will continue painting the way I do with a few glitches here and there…even change some things about mind to hand…hand moves brush type thinking…but that happens as it happens to me…and the everyday living stuff…

and do I want to paint like some of the artists I admire…I did…I don’t now…I’ve come to that place that I only want to explore what I’m doing when it comes to paint and building something…and outside of that…there is nothing that important…

a friend of mine made a very big decision about her work…the exploration of her work…and where it was going…her studio space…and overall a reconstruction of the model…it worked out…not exactly as she had thought it was going to…but better…that being said…the results of the actions too will be much better…

it takes a great deal of courage…to tell ourselves the truth about our work…and more often than not we are reluctant by the fragile tenuously balanced ego…there high above us….balancing precariously…between “not even close to stable” and “ready to crash”…worse is knowing and not acknowledging that…the work needs work…

as artists we have chosen a solitary sort of existence when it comes to the process…of making art…what better place to breed this idea of creativity…get together occasionally with those like…us…have a few cocktails…or better micro-brewed beer from Marble brewery…preferablly….”Citra”..and share the mind….the ideas…the stuff that makes it great…..

artists…we are the most fortunate people on the planet…we ARE groovy….

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” ~Dr. Seuss

484. February 2nd… “Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.” Debussy

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

“Live, Work…..Look, Love, Loaf, Lose, Loathe, Load, Loan, Loosen?” 2011

“How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It’s simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.” – William Shatner

we talked about intention…and if it really means anything in making art…and I came to the conclusion that it does not…

intention may begin the process…but the the departure from the system is not very likely…the rules that were set in place are also the rules that are followed…perhaps steering off of the original line a bit…yet never really far enough to look like a different driver…each piece has a similar look to the last piece and the one that will follow it…

so it led me to think about style…and recognition…and if both of these are crucial to producing art…repetition of some process creates…consistency in appearance…and so why is consistency important  while producing inconsistency…is … “all over the board”…and perhaps…less desirable…

I suppose consistency is a great idea when it comes to marriage…restaurants… relationships…manufacturing…watch making…cow milking…returning phone calls…being a sales rep…or doctor…the space shuttle…and things that require a continuum mentality…

what about aesthetic…does consistency have a place…

In times like these I always revisit conversations with my friend/mentor John Wenger….he handed me…a philosophy…I in turn…diseccted…and adapted to fit my shoe size….and have been working with in my own work…that consitency in painting…is as good as it is if it’s important…otherwise painting where no rules exists requires some different attachment to the process…and I think it is very difficult to eliminate the single thread of recognition that ties work together…points back to the artist….and says…”He did it”…so maybe it’s about how rules are made….I don’t know the psychology of rule making…but I’m certainly going to find out….this could be a nice explosion….

here in New Mexico…you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting an artist…and we have a lineage of “Famous” artists that I understand have helped…”Shape” the art world…yet they contributed to it by producing about the same thing…many many times over…which secured a handhold…and defined a career…this always makes me think of Gladwell’s book…”The Outliers”…about place…association and timing…and really nothing more…

I’ve never been a fan of Judy Chicago’s work…call me a Neanderthal pig…yet her consistent grip of “Feminine Art”…has clearly defined her..and her career…most noteblly recognized for “Dinner Party”…I saw her literally at the local museum show here last year…a life size photograph….her 72 year old naked body wrapped in a garden hose…an award winning smile….and the only thing…I could do was sing silently to myself the song….”Brandy”…by the one hit wonder band Looking Glass….I left the museum thinking of why….and I don’t know for certain if her rules had changed…her intention migrating to a different set of rules or what…but for as little as I care for her work…I know the image of naked Judy is burned into my mind much like Dinner Party….and I admire her inconsistency…intentional or not….well…it worked for me…

The ideal situation for a painter would be….selective daily amnesia…mixed with the movie Momento..following the story line of Groundhog Day….

“I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific.” – Mitch Hedberg