Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Friday, January 29, 2010
Statement
There is a down turn and sometimes things only seam to be on a up turn, and Sometimes you feel that what you're doing is exciting, but in turns in to a lame and boring task that you can't get your mind around. I believe everything should be embraced, including the good, the bad, and the ugly, but to what extent? My Art was an incredible adventure, in to the world of the unknown, and a great expression of what I held inside. Now it has turned in to something mandatory, stale, almost like a 9-5. I express the daily dread so that I can transcend it. I don't mean to cause any trouble, and I don't want to make you mad. What is the Glory of Art in the age of Internet and instantaneous gratification? Sure I believe that there would be a break through with what I do, but for now the methods of getting there is all Greek to me, and Greek it is. I try to sample the ancient and mix it hip-hop style, mix everything of what I like to alchemically reach the point where I can believe in that line of work that will be glorious enough for everyone to admire. The pursuit of coming up with something that's truly unique is the challenge for Artist in the 21st century, but in time it will be expressed, and hopefully someone will get to the Rest Stop soon enough on the high way of this creative expression. Art and culture will not progress unless someone is willing to say, hey I am tired of this, let's do something else, and maybe I am at that point.
Friday, November 20, 2009
The Post Modern Attempt
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Season of Viewing
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Check these out
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Cell photo
Title: The Monster that lurks in the darkness of the street light
Title: Hope is on the other side of the fence
Title: Bellevue the Great
Title: AmeriKa
Title: OAR
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Speaking Volume
The minimalist style
Title: Sweeping Elegance
Dimensions: 15x8 inch
Medium: Pen and pastel on claybord
Price: $120.00
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Ponderous petting
Title: The Half Mann
Title: The Dragon year
This phony looking guy named Jeffery Gitmore writes it, and it had my head nodding at places, giving me a better clue to get stuff in America. I guess the rules change all the time here in this country, and I just needed some clue to help me out with my life. It pretty much made me think that you really got to make the right connections, and you have to do it in a way that won't be desperate. I tend to be a drooling dog about everything, from relationships to jobs, and Art related things, and he was saying in the book that you got to be their friends first, take it easy about what you want out of them and slowly and gradually get to the point. I know that being so direct doesn't help too much, and I have been doing that, so I am glad to know that even in the business world you have to treat it like you are making friends in college.
I was good at connecting with people at college, and it was probably because I was just making friends. Now that I have an agenda, it's pretty hard to connect with people. They know that I am selling them stuff, or talking to them because of an Agenda, so it's hard to connect. He was saying that listening to their stories, and being more interested in what they do, what they were about was more important. I am saying the same shit over and over again, but I know I have been fucking up.
My mind is up in the clouds, I can't think clearly now a days. I have too much stuff that I want to do and accomplish that nothing seams to be working. I am spread too thin, and running around like a headless chicken. I told about my condition of my life to this guy who works at the gallery with me. We both agree that the gallery which we are employed at is run down kind of, and without structure. His name is Jesse, and he has been to Iraq and New Orleans, and he told me some good stories which were inspiring. It seamed that he had more of his act together and he was a artist too, but we was directing his art sales to places that made sense and was doing a good job at it and was making good sales. I been meeting a lot of people who seam to be getting it with art, and who are only one step ahead of me, so it makes me think that maybe I am closer than what I think is my dream. I really wanted to make my living off of my art work, I didn't want to work for no one. As I go through with this life in America, I have learned that no matter what you do, you are going to have to serve somebody, and there is no escaping that. All I have to do is more paintings, and bigger ones, and get in to bigger galleries, and places where woman in their 30's or 40's would hang out at. It seamed that Jesse was at the place where I wanted to be at, just living off his work, and the only thing that I don't have that he had was just more go go ness, and willingness, guts to do whatever it takes to make that dream come true, and I looked at my self and thought, where the hell did my guts go? Did I leave it at the chines restaurant? The mall?
I been a damn wussy with this art thing. All I had to do was have more willingness and guts to go out there and meet the right people, and express whatever I had to express. I been hitting small time, at the clubs and start up galleries, Yoga studio's and video shops. Who buys art there? I don't think anyone is looking for art at that kind of places.
I know what I got to do, I just got to go get it.