February 12th 2013…9:35AM…And I’m questioning why I went to art school….instead of becoming a Daredevil….or Cowboy…or Pearl Diver

Art tuesday

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“6:10AM.  Proof, I am a Zombie” ©2012 Robert Redus

“My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.” 

Music is a wonderful device…Bob Marley said… “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain”….I agree with Bob…unless of course the person playing isn’t  a musician at all, but is plucking, strumming, fretting….doing whatever musicians do with the instrument in their hand…yet think they are a musician based on maybe a few lessons…some natural talent…a god given gift…dad saying you play the spoons pretty darn good….or  self-taught. I mean really how do you teach yourself something you don’t know the first thing about but still think you have the ability to teach yourself….are there self-taught biologists…or self-taught astronomer…maybe there are self-taught veternarians…hire a self-taught lawyer or self taught dentist…and watch what happens….now before you say…“Hey wait a minute…don’t you know dentists and lawyers have to go to school”…you should also think of the answer to the question first…and that would be…so does anyone who wants to be better at what they already do. ED U CA TION is the secret to knowing more…learning more…doing more…being more…seeing more…knowing more….having more…

psychologists have shown that expertise takes right at 10 years…that’s 3,650 days….before you have the ability to look at your work and see where you were in relationship to where you began….where you currently are and where you may very well be headed in the future as a professional whatever you might be…and especially those who define “Art” as their profession…regardless of the art you use to define that profession. Read Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell….timing and about 10,000 hours and it just might happen….

is there any reason to wonder why selling art or music or film…in….say Albuquerque is as likely as…Monsanto saying…“you know, you guys are right….were taking all of that GMO stuff off the market….we’ve realized that people are much more important than profits”…..

Every thing is pie…and that pie is divided into as many slices as can be manageably cut…and unlike the  Jesus turning a few GMO salmon and a couple of glasses of 2 Buck Chuck into food and drink for 300…this is the reality of the “art” market in Albuquerque….the pie is sliced so thin…it can’t be pickup…held….eaten…or even run through the digestive tract enough to know it ever even happened…really all that can take place is observation…while the end result will probably not be found where you think it will….juried show or not….

You’re either competing with every group of people with instruments who call themselves a band for a deal at the VFW…or you’re showing your film on the side of a building to an audience  who are made up of 55% homeless…40% of people just passing by while the remaining 5% are your family and girlfriend….or  you’re showing your work in a “Gallery” run by a  couple that just love Albuquerque and moved here from Northern California…..and have….“always wanted to sell art” and your stuff is next to a 7-year-old who paints drink coasters and on the other side of you is a guy  who makes bolo ties from license plates…(Real event….no kidding)

So the 505…Land of Enchantment….Burque….has more artists per capita than most other states…what need be done about that?… you ask….well first we must conjure up an image of Marie Antoinette… and whether she said “Let them eat cake”….or not…is incidental….those who did the deed felt that they were removing the correct head…so to speak…The truth might never save you but they say it sets you free….who ever they are….so that’s where it begins….placating…pacifying art/music/film revues in local magazines are not the truth…self appointment is not the truth..look what happened in Jonestown……uneducated art/music/film critics are not the truth…those are opinions…George W had those…Anything ending in Gallery is not always the truth…Santa Fe is not the truth…notes…words…colors…images are not always the truth…Let them eat cake!!!!

so what ever head you may be thinking about…figuretively….make sure it’s the truth…might be your truth…which just might be untrue….but know…correct head or not….when the head is gone:

I now have this bumper sticker on my truck….I think….it is the truth….but I might be lying….

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I recently ran into a friend of mine who has been a professional photographer for 45 years. he is well-educated, knows his art extremely well and has made a very good living selling his work for his entire career….he said to me…“Digital cameras are great..they give everybody that sense of  what being an artist is like”

“Most of us have only two or three genuinely interesting moments in our lives; the rest is filler.” 

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

475. January 20th…ahh the… “Mystery” … “the Why” we make art….when pancakes are so much easier…not mention you can eat them….

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

“Kokuryuu” 2011

“It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion” Charles Driggs

Nakazora…means the space between sky and earth…zenith or emptiness…

in the last 2 days I have ended up in two different studios…talking about art…what we are each doing…where each of us are going and our thoughts about what we do…and how we do it…the conversations have been very interesting…enlightening…and certainly motivating…yesterday I went directly from my friend’s studio and instead of going home…as planned….I opted for an afternoon of taking photographs…ones I’d like to show sometime this year…

some years ago…a friend/mentor/instructor….gave me some advice that even though I nodded my head in aknowledgement…I don’t think I got what he was saying fully…or for that matter at all…he said…to me….”pick your crew…those artists you want to run with and run with them for a while“….the other day while visiting another friend in Madrid…he said something that rang of that same mentality…of painting for a few years…and seeing where you are…seeing what has and is happening…that seemed like pretty good indicator of place…

I question art…and as my friend Neil asks with great… excitment…and conviction….”why the f#@k do we paint?”…I’ve thought about my answer…I don’t think I really care why I paint and I am certainly not deluded into believing it is a “calling“… that if I didn’t…I would cease…or some magical apparatus that guides my life and was given to me out of the ether…I question…why I paint…when I don’t…

every morning…a small flock of sandhill cranes fly over my…house….I can hear them before I can see them…it started out as a frenzy…trying to find my keys…getting my shoes on…getting outdoors to see them for the brief time they are visible in between the tree tops…more often than not…I missed them…and heard their distinctive sound moving away from me…now I just step out the door…all of the prep is done…everything is aligned so I am outside each morning…coffee cup in hand…staring skyward…

at somewhere between sky and earth….

My question to you: WHY DO YOU PRODUCE THE ART YOU DO?…let me know….


“I try to kind of empty my mind and not think about anything. I just play without thinking.” – Ace Frehley