March 4, 2018…What’s in a Fortune Anyway…

From the MInd of the Manic, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

 

“My Favorite Bunnies” ©2018

“You are only as strong as the alcohol you drink, the tables you dance on, and the friends that hold you together” 

I had lunch with a friend of mine some months ago in Calistoga California at the only Chinese restaurant in town. In typical, commercial, Chinese restaurant fashion, two cellophane wrapped fortune cookies appeared along with the check.

I will admit, when the fortune cookies arrive, something comes over me, (some of you do this too, just differently, and it is OK). I become over the top superstitious, count to 6, three times…tap my left foot a few times, blink twice, wave my hand over each cookie, hoping to feel the magic and juju I so associate with fortune cookies. I mean for God’s sake, they are, “FORTUNE”, cookies…I make major decisions based on what’s wrapped up in that tiny stale, sometimes spongy treasure chest…part of my superstition is being the last to take the remaining little pillow of fate…at least that way I know destiny has clearly chosen me by the process of elimination and what awaits, I follow like the Boy Scout motto…

I do have an out though if the fortune really sucks, I don’t eat any of the cookie, that way the fortune is null and void…whew!! The most memorable fortune I’ve ever had in my life created this null and void ritual… here goes:

“You will have a very unusual operation”

So with great anticipation, my friend made his choice, cracked it open and read his fortune…it was something about straight lines and life, had no relevance what so ever, so he said…I’ve yet to check with him though…I quivered with anticipation as I cracked open the vault of whatever fortune cookies are made of, and there on a slender piece of paper my fate awaited me…

In all seriousness, it was the most profound fortunes I’ve received, I look at it every day, and see how it works for me…not to mention, I’ve memorized the Chinese word on the back of the fortune, “Busy”,  Mang or Fan, depending of course….

Here’s what I’m listening to as I write this, I hope you enjoy it….

Hope your fortune comes true…

“The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth’, and so it goes away”

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

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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.” 

575. November 5th…Perceive me…Deceive me…Believe me…Aunt Jemima….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"
“The Night Life Aint no Good Life” ©2011 Robert Redus

“All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.”- Robert Southey

Francisco Goya was a “Romantic Painter”…his ability to use light as an integral tool to convey feeling and emotion on already highly charged emotional subjects…situations and paintings…was no less than brilliant…his painting.. “The Bewitched” is a great example of the light accentuating the already pretty creepy scene….A priest pours oil into a lamp…held by the devil…while donkeys standing on their hind legs representing demons fill the background…the priest has his hand over his mouth…his eyes clearly represent terror…the painting is the metaphor…

I am intrigued by good guys…especially…who know they’re good guys…Rex O’Herlihan (The Singing Cowboy)…was truly a good guy…to the level…in a gunfight…he could only shoot people in the hand…because as we all know only good guys are supposed to do that…anything else sort of borders on that gray area…between good and not so good…the point is he knows he’s a good guy and knows that beyond a shadow of a doubt…

not everyone knows what they are…yet they think they are something they are not even close to….they just don’t know it or maybe don’t want to know it…that’s where the whole perception thing comes into play…Perception comes from the Latin word… “perceptin” which literally means… “A taking in”…so I think that too is the beginning of the problem of perceiving/deceiving oneself of being say an honorable person…throw in “Justify” and a dash of “Denial” and the perfect recipe for a lifetime of “What” followed by an enormous amount of question marks…begins to exist…

now the assignment for all of us should be to be like Goya…paint a painting of our metaphor…or like William S. Burroughs…write a story of the real stuff and the really unreal stuff we decided one day to incorporate into our life inventory…and own it like say…an assault on a small peaceful tribe of people…who really need religion or money…and we know they do because after all it helped us out…right…

egocentricity….come on let’s talk all about you…as long as it’s all about me…right?…because after all…what you think…do…say…like and love…act on…believe…aspire too…care about…want…crave…need and believe…they don’t mean shit…in the right hands… so maybe today…paint your metaphor mural on the side of a Tuff Shed or a Big Metal building…and sign it “ME”

Oscar Wilde said it perfectly…

“True friends stab you in the front”

561. August 17… “Every time ya see me goin’ some where, I feel like I’m goin’ outta my mind”

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"4:08 PM" ©Robert Redus 2011

“You don’t tell deliberate lies, but sometimes you have to be evasive.” – Margaret Thatcher

Another Masterpiece’….that is the standing joke when I am finished with a painting, and lately the paintings I am finishing are smaller, on paper, larger in quantity and more dissimilar than any work I’ve done.

So I started questioning “what was” as compared to “what is”, and I’ve concluded that the, “what was” has little bearing right now. This previous style of painting progressed to where I paint from today, and I can’t say one is any better than another, yet there is preference.

The “what was” was great while I was painting it, it still is great for what it is but not something I think I will revisit as a memory to replay or to get something I didn’t. Rather any visitation is really a return, a time of familiarizing myself with technique, much like an old friend.

My newer work is satisfying right now, and for a great many reasons. Mostly I am content not really being up in arms as to the destinations, who gets what and how it gets there. I like the pace of the painting, the way it comes together and the relatively effortless nature of the process. I understand,  “it’s always about the work

The comfort zone is now becoming the issue. What better place to exit from rather than to remain knowing what will develop based on what already has developed, it is getting predictable. So….

I’m only here for a while.”….

“Enlightened people seldom or never possess a sense of responsibility.” – George Orwell

554. July 28…Let’s make art…and Money…OK????

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Plugged In” ©2011, Robert Redus

“All my life as an artist I have asked myself: What pushes me continually to make sculpture? I have found the answer. art is an action against death. It is a denial of death.” Jacques Lipchitz

there is a great deal that goes along with being an artist…much more than all of the stuff that separates us as brush holders…paint slingers…rock chippers…image makers and idea builders…we have to have a sense of belief…belief that what we do is as valuable and as important to the world…and maybe only the world around us…as anything else that anyone else does on the planet…

it is funny to think that here in the United States…artists are often viewed as something of a less contributing portion of the population…and though we are the initiators of all of the visual apparatus that stimulate and excite…anger and generate opposition…we do it quietly and behind doors of studios…in relative isolation…we are the geniuses of the machine…

we’ve yet to be acknowledged and readily accepted as these geniuses…but we are…

I’d like to see a shift in the way it’s all done…instead of snarling teeth on the front of jet fighter planes…perhaps the entire plane could be painted like a really loud Hawaiian shirt…and the bombs they drop could be painted like birds…or fish…made from really soft pillows….and be filled with Skittles….or beef jerky…it’s just an idea…

nevertheless…we are the segment that has the ideas that might appear slightly unconventional…perhaps a bit sketchy…maybe even unrealistic…but that too is a particular part of the fiber that makes us…exactly what we are…

without art…there really is nothing…but space filled with a lot of unnecessary noise…and conversation…that is in itself the beauty of art…it makes its own noise…it creates its own visuals…sounds…scents…experiences…events and memories…

defining yourself as an artist is like defining your religion…believe what you want and if it’s working keep believing it…and too defining what your success looks like as an artist…(see defining religion)…

but…

to make a living as an artist requires a  much different mindset…one greatly different than the creation process…if producing art for you is a hobby…then…hobby onward…yet if you use the word “Professional” with the word “Artist” and both are in the same sentence referring to yourself…that makes a different ending…one that you have to think about building….

Things you must know about Art:

1.  Know your level of skill, ability, craft and art thoroughly.
2.  Your artwork does not sell itself.
3.  Artwork that is not shown can not sell.
4.  Your artwork must be critiqued by knowledgeable, honest critique.
5.  Get more education from higher skilled artists.
6.  Your ego doesn’t help make your artwork.
 
Things you must know about being a Professional artist:
 
  1. Understand and get, “Art is Business” and money is a normal function of business.
  2. Learn everything you can about marketing. 
  3. Became an expert at sales.
  4. Develop an “elevator” conversation about your work (about 30 seconds).
  5. Learn to accept criticism and rejection for what it is. 
  6. Network and align yourself with other artists/business people who have similar goals.
  7. Have postcards, business cards, portfolios of your work available all of the time. 
  8. Develop a “Gallery Fit” list. And send out portfolios to the Galleries that fit. 
  9. Show your work as often as possible. 
  10. And if anyone of these you cannot or will not do, prepare to find and pay someone who can and will.

“In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.” – Miguel de Cervantes


 

552.July 24… “The power to do good is also the power to do harm.” M.F….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Negative Space”, © 2011 Robert Redus

“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.” – Patti Smith

Pete Townsend did a song titled “Face to Face”…basically the lyrics are a repetitive bunch of rhymes…that remind me of a commercial for traveling to some amusement park in the Bahamas…with the model looking wife…well behaved…kids…who are never going to need braces…and are so well adjusted…they could be adults by 12….

over all I think of Pete Townsend as a brilliant writer…who has a great deal to say and do… I mean c’mon…the guy smashed up some incredible guitars on stage…gotta love it…in the song…is a line of lyrics…that I really like…

 “The danger’s hidden on the cul-de-sac trails.
From wiser men who have been through it all
And the ghosts of failures
spray-canned up on the Wall.”

 I can only surmise he means…it’s been done before…take a look around…no point in taking too much time building something that looks like a wheel….

if you keep up with the art world…you’ll see the institution is on shaky ground…the pillars of the asylum…(the galleries)…have lost a great deal of footing and for good reason…the exclusive nature of the gallery has omitted and eliminated much of the population…statistics show that 1-5% of Americans have been in an art gallery…the frightening part is not really that number…but the 95-99 % who have not…I can think of no other saleable entity that is designed exclusively for the population… with so little exposure to the same public…and when exposed…it is out of reach to most by….price…and certainly by the nature of exclusivity developed and maintained by galleries…

artists are makers of a products that illustrate the present condition and state of the world…we can travel most anywhere with little fear of reprisal because…in some weird way we are also “visual truth tellers”…we are not a threat…nor do we have an agenda that involves guns…food…politics…pillage…power…or anything that compromises the state of the world…we are story tellers…might be our story intertwined in the other stories…but nevertheless…story tellers…

when we have a good story…and someone else knows it….they want to be the guy in charge of “Helping” us…”Get that story out there”….and they are going to do it to a small select group of people and only take 50% of the story…or the cash…until the story either wilts…or they have a their story they would like us to tell…but in our words….

as artists we sell our product wholesale…in other words…less 50%…

wholesale is defined as: “The sale of goods in large quantities, as for resale by a retailer.”

so volume = reason for less %….and unfortunately…12 paintings per year does not = volume….it is difficult to sell at wholesale when production is at a minimum…as is price…the demand for the product is barely visible…and to increase the demand requires greater exposure of the product in the ideal places…oh and…time and money….and lots of it….

I think that has been the flaw in the system of selling art…and based on supply and demand…the economic model that concludes “the unit price for a particular good will vary until it settles at a point where the quantity demanded by consumers (at current price) will equal the quantity supplied by producers (at current price), resulting in an economic equilibrium of price and quantity.”…and of the 4 basic laws of supply and demand…what both galleries and artists want is numero uno:

If demand increases and supply remains unchanged, then it leads to higher equilibrium price and quantity.”

become a very successful artist when you’re living…die one day…and S&D rule # 4 takes over…”If supply decreases and demand remains unchanged, then it leads to higher price and lower quantity.”….and everybody’s happy….but you…and at that point who really cares…right?…certainly not you….

and the other flaw…most galleries and artists are not in this…”Together”…sort of a treasure hunt with two separate maps….to the same treasure…

all that being said…it is still a wonderful time to be an artist…our opportunities have increased…the ability to guide and direct our work has never been better….we just have to look for…ghosts of failure…spray-canned up on the wall…

“Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it’s addressed to someone else.” – Ivern Ball

546. July 11…we have about 500 million breaths in a lifetime…I’m making sure it’s… “In goes the good air…out goes the bad”…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Another Man’s Poison” ©2011, Robert Redus

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” – Paulo Coelho

There is always a first time…that is what I have forgotten…some days…and is something I have been in the habit of reminding myself of when I look for what could be the first time for something new…even though I have experienced something similar…

I painted 3 small paintings in T or C yesterday after a walk and some picture taking early in the morning…those three paintings were born of sorts… “there”…not any place else and everything around me…all that had influenced me right then…right there…was what made those paintings become what they did…their birth certificates read…”Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, 7/10/11…and that was the very first time for those paintings…that can never be different than what it is…

     

Perhaps… “Firsts”…are like the number of breaths in a lifetime…definable…but in a weird way…the average respiratory rate reported in a healthy adult at rest is usually 12 breaths per minute…that’s about 504,576,000 breaths….if you live to 80 years old….thinking of it this way makes the number of possible …“Firsts”…in a lifetime….a huge event…or huge events…depending on the choice of one a or a few hundred thousand… “firsts”…

Everything too…either does…or does not….I guess knowing that…I question the reasoning for the constant desire to experience the same things…when knowing that if it does not…stop…and if it does…continue until it either 1. stops doing  or 2. it still is doing but you don’t want to do it anymore…I’m certain it is consistency and familiarity that has a great deal to do with the repetition of a process…

yet what I’m hearing is just the opposite from those who have lived lives of consistency and are now staring at some obstacle there directly in front of them…that is now preaching a different method for an outcome that just might be that “Answer” they’d been looking for over the entirety of their life…and reflection has been the tool that illustrates the flaw to where they have been…not where they are going…and now the breaths are getting shorter in amount and time is becoming more valuable…the actions are more calculated…and deliberate…and what really matters is doing what really matters…

so I guess what matters is if what each of us is doing is what fills us each day then… halleluiah…but if it only fills it up part ways….it might be time to try something again for the….first time….

544. July 5th…Just because you can think it….doesn’t mean you know anything about it…and other Non-Objective Painting thoughts

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Seeing Back” ©2011 Robert Redus

“What do you do with what you’re given, and how do you transform it into something worthwhile?” – Donald Fagen

the transformation…like the cracks in the sidewalk…I remember walking those early morning streets…the sun would just peek up over the top of the liquor store across the street…high up where the pigeons would dance …back and forth…up and down…or just sit calm…depending on the time of year…and they’d be cleaning the street with straw brooms…pushing all the nighttime world…back where they thought it came from…the outdoor chairs were empty…all of the conversations quieted…it smelled like everything you never wanted to know about…sort of little black and white photographs with bent corners…and pencil writing on the back…dated …names…places they called home for a few years…or maybe they became the woodwork…the clacking noise close to the wall…when the roaches would scurry underfoot…and the street lights haloed with swarms…while the night was so thick…it was called the “lush life”…pink skin sort of thick…kind of dreamers was how the men by their taxis seemed…maybe sordid…maybe saints…rimmed gold teeth…funny little hats…”I’ll be your best friend…I sure will”…he held a dollar bill up high in the air…the broom tucked under his arm…”mira mira”….I puked on the sidewalk”….from The Black Eye Project

I’ve always loved watching water swirl down a drain; it seems to me there is a dialogue there that to this day I’ve not been able to get entirely. Yet I still work at it every time I see it happen

Painting is an interesting journey, much like water swirling down a drain, there is a conversation that if left unnoticed or addressed becomes just another day at the easel. I paint every day and like to look at each day as what it isn’t compared to what I might think it is. Each day is different and by no means a continuation of the previous day’s events while painting. There may be similarities and more often than not there are major ones, but each event has a life-time of it’s own and sort of dies a slow death right before my eyes. Once the piece is done, the conversation ends maybe to be addressed later or never again.

Sure there has to be some connective quality to painting, but for me it’s not the finished product; it’s more or almost all of the process of getting to the finished product. I feel the process of painting is the connective device that allows the painting to exist. Otherwise it’s just all practice strokes, or ideas that have a beginning and a rather hazy end.

The one thing I’ve truly found out about painting is the importance of a plan. Now the plan can be very vague and nebulous, but for me something has to be there in front of me to make the process begin. I don’t literally mean a drawing or a photograph there to my left that I can look at but the idea has to have a greater presence that not. I paint non-objective work; the dictionary defines Non Objective as:

1. Not representing objects known in physical nature; nonrepresentational:  2. Emotional; based on inner experience rather than fact.

So the question arises, how does one develop a plan for something that doesn’t really exist? Perhaps the answer is translation. Translation means: “change or conversion to another form, appearance.” So taking say an idea and translating that into a feeling that in-turn can be shown perhaps as a color or combination of colors, throw In a few directions and objects/shapes that represent what that idea may look like in your mind. Add some marks that accentuate the important parts of the idea, maybe different colors. Try an emotional approach like getting angry or sad or happy and get the physical equivalent of that to appear as paint on canvas. Maybe take off all of your clothes, cover yourself with paint and roll around on the canvas, for personal effect of course. Then see what you have for that day. End the paintings life for that day and continue this process for a few days a week for a few weeks and see what happens. Three things may very well emerge. 1. The entire canvas is brown, 2. There is a painting with a bunch of great possibilities, or 3. What you feel or think is much harder to express than you thought it would be.

Often No-Objective paintings are confused with “Abstract” paintings. “Abstraction” is taking an object as a source and manipulating it into something that no longer appears to be that object but is referenced to that original object and source. It is nothing uncommon to hear even gallery owners make reference to anything that is not landscape or figurative as “Abstract”, sort of like any tissue is “Kleenex”, or any Soda Pop is “Coke

My brother is mathematician, he knows a great deal about the math behind water swirling down a drain. The connection between the math and the art describing the water and the drain and the swirling is really not that different, is my guess. Translating those combinations of math, water, drain, swirling, and paint, just might make a really interesting painting project. I can say, I always laugh a little bit when I see water go down the drain, because as a child I would picture myself on a small canoe made from a piece of Wrigley’s spearmint gum navigating my way down the swirl….so I guess it really would be an “Abstract” painting….at least it feels that way….

“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.” – Oscar Wilde

July 3…What’s your color IQ?…(try the test)….and….what’s been waiting for you all of your life?

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Hail to the Small Angry King” ©2011, Robert Redus

“Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.” – Francis Bacon

it just floated there…a bit lost…maybe more unaware of the things just around the corner…but still waiting for another…then another…and all of it was setting the table right…you know…fork on the left…plate…knife and spoon…napkin folded neatly….because you never knew if the door would open easily…or would crack the plaster walls…with a hard knock…and he’d stand there on the high dive…board…arm resting across his stomach…finger in his mouth…in his blue bathing suit with the red stripes…thinking…maybe of the day he died…or how the cold water would feel on his milky skin…turn around…walk back down the ladder…his bottom lip quivered…and it all was wrapped up in crystal clear plastic wrap…I could eat the bologna…on the white bread with the potato chips tucked carefully under the bright green lettuce…but I couldn’t spell…”business”…I tried it….B…U…S..Z…Y…N…I…S…would put the green olives in my belly button…tried to talk like my father…it was all smoke filled then…a window air conditioner…a few packs of Luckies…and we were reliving…the good life…man was it the goodlife”…from the Black Eye Project

I don’t want to sound even remotely close to Donald Rumsfeld…but there are those known knows…and yes…those unknown…unknowns…that’s about as far as I’m willing to go…and I guess what Donald so eloquently attempted to say was…we do know some stuff and there is other stuff we know exists…yet know absolutely nothing about…and again…that’s as far as I can go with that statement…and I think because a few times what we know…what we’ve tried and what has worked…is what we continue to use as the method of doing it all over again…and hopefully getting the same or close to the same results…

sure I’m certain the scientific method…with the required empirical data…measurability and of course the specific principles of reasoning…take any emotional component and fundamentally puke it up and wash it away with a giant “harrumph”…well…that’s what its designed to do…but install a bit of personality…emotion and “I am who I am”…sort of thinking…it becomes simple to realize that  my method…your method…our collective method…though hosed up in many regards…tends to be the method of choice…even if it means bringing a knife to a gun fight…more than once…

and I think it’s really easy to plod along doing the exact same thing the exact same way…sort of like eating at a cafeteria where the menu never changes…and while the plodding expertise increases…the efficiency of the plod becomes much less effective…and eventually the boots are so thick with mud it’s easier to stand still than try and move the weight…any direction…

producing art is exactly like this…I have done fundamentally the exact same thing for a number of years with the changing variable being color…so my initial exploration of the medium…at one point was global…but like an old married couple…now…my style of painting and I sit in separate lazy boy recliners…wear the same night gowns to bed and can finish each other’s sentences long before we’ve even opened our mouths…to speak…we probably even look alike…

and sure consistency is what some think the lifeblood and success of a great artist….has to be…so it’s easy walking through the gallery and picking out who did what by the small little fingerprints of style left by each artist… and I suppose if galleries are the goal…then consistency is the key…while if moving forward and pushing the…”artistic limits…if you will are the desire…then the complete opposite has to be the focal point….or at least some part of the complete opposite…has to be the place to visit regularly…

I’ve often wondered if classical musicians only listen to classical music…or if secretly they put the headphones on…and clean the house to Miles Davis…or Mahavishnu Orchestra…I’m sure they do…or maybe they listen to 1970’s one hit wonders…but what matters is they listen to what they want…play what they play and somehow it blends together to work…painting is no different…

The other day while out painting…I broke the rules…I broke my own rules…initially in the first nano seconds of rule breaking…I felt as if I was cheating or going to have to explain something…since I made the rules…breaking them was difficult…because again…”method”…has made my rules real and workable…or as worakable as I have convinced myself they are…the more the rules became transparent…the less the method had any value…and quickly I realized…I had over these years painted….myself into a corner…(no pun intended)…and that entire moment was like I had nothing to remember…and nothing to forget…and no matter what happened…everything was…A…Okay…this point of departure was a major leap into the abyss…something that once done…was never possible to change…I have experienced very few of these…and know when this has happened in the past…big things are on their way…

How I got here has always been a mystery to me…not the physical…”Here I am”…but that place…sort of the esoteric port of entry…where I ended up doing what I do…I do believe with every once of my being…what I’ve done…and what I’ve not done…have been the instruments that have landed me right here…right now…doing what I do…fundamentally I have been preparing myself for this moment in time…my entire life…unaware…see there are those unknown knowns…again…all of the events…that happened and the events that didn’t…the left turns…the moves…the pleasures and pains…all of the darkness and light…that was the mixture…

it is much like standing at a doorway looking out over a vast landscape…pointing a finger to…”there”…everything that has happened was required to be at this exact place….and “there” has always existed…as “there”….now it’s time to move a little closer…perhaps the last 10,000 miles…

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 “Namely, we have no right to believe a thing true because everybody says so unless there are good grounds for believing that some one person at least has the means of knowing what is true, and is speaking the truth so far as he knows it.” – William Kingdon Clifford

509. March 29th…it’s hard to image one single day without Painting…and…Frankenstein…of course

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Passing the light” 2011

“Mediocre minds usually dismiss anything which reaches beyond their own understanding.” – Francois de La Rochefoucauld

after a day of intense conversation about art…painting and being artists…when I returned home…I found much of what I had talked/debated/listened was like….frayed string…my lips moved…I heard everything…the ideas came forward but what was really missing was the element of concreteness…you know…having the bags packed and ready to go…it all sounded like a strategy for battle…yet with no war to fight…great ideas with applications that had to have commitments…before they could be installed…really see the nails driven in…the steel shiny from the hits…

so naturally it got my squirrel cage mind moving in the direction I tend to call “forward”…stuffed with far to many thoughts…alternatives…new ideas…emerging like fins from the water….were they friend…foe or floating debris…that was the initial question…one that needed to be sorted…filed into the personal triage folder…dealt with accordingly…as it is not only easy to over think…but almost a requirement…to clutter…with synapse that seem no part of the current dialogue…

Occam’s razor…has finally begun to make more sense to me than not…“it is futile to do with more things that which can be done with fewer” not William’s exact words but a close paraphrase…

so I guess what transpired above all via a day long conversation and a dip into every color Golden makes….was the idea that in order to be in the game…one simply has to be in the game…sounds reasonable yet there are a few…small nuances…that work like buttons with button holes…meaning better than…“well”…the life simply put must either be a focus of minimal or no distraction…and entirely on the prize…or the life then becomes compromised…amiss…otherwise the question arises “is what I am doing…what I should be doing”…no where does one achieve by being…partially there…it is the immersion…or it is not…and as I told my boy today…there is a price to pay for either choice…being deep in the water or on the surface…each has advantages…each hindrances…and what effects one does not necessarily effect the other…the ideal…work in both locations…familiarize oneself with the depths as well as the light of the surface…as with anything something of importance can be gleaned from a stop anywhere…

when Dr. Frankenstein was working on his creation…he had a plan…one that even though most of my friends cringed with fear…I have to admit…I thought it a good one…something I actually believed there were jobs in this field and creating life from a few electrodes…well predicted lightning strikes…associating with hunchbacks… and developing a loud sinister laugh just seemed like a very doable prospect…and I have to admit the “It’s alive” part just had me quivering with anticipation…but without a doubt the good doctors plan was well intended…just lacking a bit of due diligence…but still really good…how was he to know Frank would have the potential for disaster…after all a brain is a brain…

so the conclusion…whether it’s bringing life back to the dead…or painting pretty pictures…business is not just waiting for lightening and plugging plugs in or hoping for miracles…and as my father would say…. “waiting for the paintings to just walk themselves right on out the door to where they need to be”…except he never used the words paintings…but you get my point…doesn’t really matter what we do…it matters what we do with it….

“I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.” – H. P. Lovecraft