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

438. November 16th…Multi-Dimensional thinking…maybe….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Someday, Looking West” 2010

“Men become civilized, not in proportion to their willingness to believe, but in proportion to their readiness to doubt.” – Ambrose Bierce

I heard Kinky Friedman for the first time in the early 1970’s…he was the lead for a band named…Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jew Boys….they were an elaborate band of very Jewish cowboys…that took the western wear ensemble far over the top…sheep skin chaps…loud checkered shirts….enormous 1920’s cowboy hats and boots that were so colorful they were blinding…my all time two favorite songs by the band were…”They’re not making Jews like Jesus anymore”…and….”The Ballad of Charles Joseph Whitman”….both songs that seemed to say a great deal about a great deal….Kinky Friedman had a run for governor of Texas…yet his history probably had something to do with his failure at that attempt….after all….he isn’t Ronald Reagan or the Governator….and Texas isn’t California…

I guess there are a lot of things that are not a lot of things and how that affects the possibilities of each of those things….seems pretty amazing to me…so I began thinking of fate and destiny…and the predetermination of life…then I thought of complete self direction…total disregard to any beacon of familiarity or conformity….then the blend of both….perhaps taking what is best from both worlds to find some of the answers…to make it all seem cohesive and workable…then I asked…”can I do that?”….I mean are the philosophical police going to be kicking down my door in some….multiple manner just to show the diversity of belief….to sit me under the light and question my rationale and the…”Why” I am not conforming  exclusively to the rule books of Existentialism…Fatalism…Humanism….and the like….is there a bylaw I perhaps missed or read over….and if indeed there is….what happens next….am I kicked out of the Existentialist talk group on Saturday…at whatever time I decide to show…up…

it really got me thinking….why can’t anyone blend anything they want to make it work for them….make up your own story that lets you sleep safely at night…and walk everyday with happiness and joy in your life knowing you’ve decided that God… Shiva…Betty Davis and Pedi the dog from the Little Rascals…are ruling the world…and Karma is strongest on Thursdays…and there is no Karma on every third Saturday….and that your heaven does exists…and it’s an all you can eat buffet where you never get full…and the desert bar is bigger than a K-Mart….and there is a hell….and it’s a roommate that moves in for a little while until you get it back on track…and start telling yourself the truth….and then they leave….for someone elses house…(that just might be that guys heaven…is to travel)…and so you’ve decide your dogma and doctrine for the month is this scenario…and maybe next moth you want to include pizza…and topless dancers….well you can do that…and the only rule is you have to write down the new rules…scratch out the old ones…and maybe throw some dirt in 4 directions….eat a few cocktail olives…say hello to 6 people you’ve never met…think about adopting a pet from the local humane shelter….and nail a small nail into a piece of wood…and when you wake up the next day…..that new stuff….is real….

and you can change it anytime you want…

“No simplicity of mind, no obscurity of station, can escape the universal duty of questioning all that we believe.” William Kingdon Clifford