Monday, August 18, 2014

Rebuilt

Doesn't this term seems more apropos than the term recycled or re-purposed?

After all, when we make changes in our lives, we don't/ won't/can't start from scratch (despite the free use of the terms "reborn" or "born again")…we re-build on what we have.

So it goes with materials used in the making of art-the stuff is there for us to build on-in the case of "found" objects, we have an huge start, both physically and in terms of the 'feel" of the object, already imbued with the fingerprints of the ages, the old handlers and/or makers of the object…these items have history, even though that history may be an anonymous one. We are not the first to handle/use/own them.
Extrapolating, I can say that we build our lives on the shoulders of others. Mistakes and corrections have been made for us by those who have been here before. Sometimes, we choose to ignore what has been learned and "done". Sometimes, we opt to reject this knowledge out of hand and so we should as one size does not fit all.

Skin

The latest from the world of the aging and sagging.

My skin, which once had a different sort of vitality, is changing. It seems to move less. Where once I had a smooth and active, if scratch-ridden surface, now things have calmed down to the point of being, well, deader. Sedate skin. Free from youthful blemishes,  I miss some of that pimpling and other various activities, which I now see as a sign that things were moving.
Laying awake last night (after drinking too much coffee at dinner, which never used to keep me up) I thought about skin. If I was still writing, I'd like to tackle this topic in the form of a disturbing little story. Something about one's skin moving around the body-a bit of stranger's skin, perhaps, from a graft-or a tattoo that has a life of its own?

Worked on this ptg as just the bottom panel, then added the top…


Friday, August 15, 2014

Rowed out

More than a bit stalled-a conversation I had yesterday with two ex-gallery owners/art dealers (of a Santa Fe stripe) has convinced me i should give up as an artist and become a…well, you might as well fill in the blank as I haven't a clue.
The image of working and working, then building a fire and throwing all the stuff into the flames has some appeal. Then  truly I'd have an all-consuming audience-or at the least, an all-consuming performance.
The image of the souls who have passed on and are marching their way to heaven or hell passes through my mind-so many artists preceded me-all that work-and just how many do we know, remember, recognize?
In this is the key: we make stuff because we have to. If another is attracted by it, so it goes…this makes me think that the society that allows for art and artists needs to be revalued. If we were all treated like ordinary workers, perhaps this would be so much the better. Much like the westerner coming to Japan and seeing the now " Japanese masterpiece", the ukiyo-e print, used to repair shoji screens, we need a more humble approach to art and to the artist. At the very least in order to avoid the many disappointments inherent in the art-making biz. The war years in America yielded many artists working just for the sake of working and fine art was unknown as "fine" or as  a pumped-up commodity.

Now, art (and the artists theta make it) is either gold or has no value whatsoever and is not worth seeing (since it is not marketable). Really?


HERE IS A FACSIMILE
of my most recent painting (photo unnecessary as this artist falls into the "not marketable" category).

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Remember Subliminal Advertising? And Force Feeding?

While google-trolling today,  I used the word "Assemblage" to see so,me of the work that was out there.
If you click on any one image, you probably know that you get a black box with several other images (as well as the one you've chosen). When I clicked on one of the smaller images, it was preceded EVERY TIME by an image of an artwork -but just for a second or two. I did this several times and the same artwork preceded my selection each and every time. In this case, it was a steer made out of printed tin cans ("Pisupo lua afe" by a Michel or Michael Tuffery somewhere out of the South Pacific)…tried it several more times -more out of disbelief than anything else.
THEN I googled a different search topic/images- "Found Object Assemblage"-this time a page from an assemblage artist named Barbara Irwin out of Texas came up EACH and EVERY time, showing me (just for a second) artwork I did not ask to see- repeatedly.
My comment? This is a disgusting use of the internet, but I suppose, Ladies and gentlemen, that we should fasten our seat belts for a truly bumpy ride in the years to come.
How can one say "Shame on you, Google?", as if the corporation had any feelings or ethics? For that we'd have to go to Hobby Lobby to get any real (corporate) feeling. I guess I can't blame the artists wholly, but I would make a serious point of avoiding any further contact with them or their work, as I do not like to be force fed.
Got some extra cash? Maybe you can get your work pictured on Google's homepage-I'm sure all it takes is the right amount of moolah! Soon when we open our respective "private" blogs or email accounts, we'll be treated to such delights as new works by these by Michel Tuffery or Barbara Irwin.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I'm one of those...

I dream about my work, especially about pieces/projects challenging me at the time of the dreaming. There's been a lot of dreaming lately, accelerated by the printmaking class
es I've been taking.
I'll take this as a good sign, whereas there was a time when I thought that making prints would never engage me in any way other than a superficial one. There are still aspects of the medium (such as making books and some of the "craftier" processes that go on-namely "magic" papers and pattern-making scissors, etc.) that I find without great merit. Maybe some of this feeling is because I am still so anchored in 3D work and, more recently, painting. I have pulled off (pardon the pun) some painterly prints of late which have left me more satisfied than other attempts.
Interestingly, I noticed that I've no concept/desire to sell any of this work. Perhaps this will come with time when I feel a bit more sure of myself with the medium. Sadly, I've only used my press for about six or seven impressions….but I think when I'm not going to school 2X a week, this will change.

I titled this painting Napadora, a play on the name Pandora…