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

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