Friday, January 28, 2011

jan. 28, 2010

A Thousand Thousand Times

Under cover of footsteps returning at evening to a tower inhabited by mysterious symbols
Eleven in number the snow that melts as I grasp it in my hand
This snow i love has dreams and i am one of those dreams
I who grant to day and night as much youth as they need
They are two gardens where my hands walk with nothing to do and while the eleven symbols rest i share a love which is a copper and silver mechanism in the hedges
I'm one of the most delicate gears in earthly love and earthly love hides the other loves the way the symbols hide the spirit from me
A lost stab whizzes past the walker's ear i've stripped the sky like a marvelous bed
My arm hangs from the sky with a rosary of stars descending day by day whose first bead will disappear into the sea instead of my vivid colors
Soon there won't be anything but snow on the sea
The symbols appear at the door they are eleven different colors and their respective dimensions would make you die of pity
One of them has to bend down and cross its arms to enter the tower i hear another one on fire in a prosperous region and this one on horseback riding industry
The uncommon mountainous industry like the wild donkey that feeds on trout
The hair the long dappled hair characterizes the symbol wearing the doubly ogival buckler beware of the idea rolled along by mountain streams
My construction my beautiful construction page by page house insanely glazed in the wide open sky the wide open earth it's a fault in the rock suspended by rings from the curtain rod of the world it's a metallic curtain that comes down on divine inscriptions that you don't know how to read
The symbols have never affected anyone but me i am born in the infinite disorder of prayers
I live and die from one end of this line to the other that strangely measured line which connects my heart to the ledge of your window through it i communicate with all the prisoners in the world

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Jan 22, 2011

Art & Fear (from art and fear by d.bayles and t.orland)


Artmaking involves skills that can be learned. The conventinal wishdom here is that while "craft" can be taught, "art" remains a magical gift bestowed only by the gods. Not so. In large measue becoming an artist consists of learning to accept yourself, which makes your work personal, and in following your own voice, which makes your work distinctive. Clearly, these qualities can be nurtured by others. Even talent is rarely distinguishable, over the long run, from perseverance and lots of hard work.

Even the separation of art from craft is largely a post-Renaissance concept, and more recent still is the notion that art transcends what you do, and represents what you are. In the past few centuries Western art has moved from unsigned tableaus of orthodox religious secenes to one-person displayes of personal cosmologies. "Artist" has gradually become a form of identity which (as every artist knows) often carries with it as many drawbacks as benefits.

Consider that if artist equals self, then when (inevitably) you make flawed art, you are a flawed person, and when (worse yet) you make no art, you are no person at all! It seems far healthier to sidestep that vicious spiral by accepting many paths to succesful artmaking -- from reclusive to flamboyant, intuitive to intellectual, folk art to fine art. One of those paths is yours.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Museum Of Bad Art (MOBA)

The Museum Of Bad Art (MOBA)



Just when you think something you are working on is "bad," check this site out and perhaps you'll change your opinion!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Jan. 18, 2011

The new semester!

Ready, set, go!

"General duties of a student: pull everything out of your teacher, pull everything out of your fellow students, consider everything an experiment, be self-disciplined, nothing is a mistake, the only rule is to work, don't try to create and analyze at the same time--they're different processes....."

John Cage

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Jan. 13. 2011

The new year. ....... New year.


I've been in the painting studio for a couple of weeks now. Finishing up paintings from last semester. One is closer to where I envision it to be ... the other is far away, but i'm confident in the progress it's made so far. They will be two very powerful paintings that I will be able to add to my show in my spring show in May.

I feel this needs to be said.... I miss my mother, Susan, terribly. She was and still is a very big influence in my work. Sadly, she died before she could see my first solo show this past Nov. She would have been proud, like all good mothers would be. "I knew you were always special, my special little girl."

Time to press on....