The ramblings of an also ran. Do I listen or do I ignore it totally? Judging by how far they have got, I ignore it.
They've used photoshop and made it look good. Everyone is wearing booties now. Perhaps I should get some.
Always flat, always impersonal, no narrative, utterly unstimulating. A brain exercise. Even painting has gone 'post material'. I can't bear to join them.
I wonder whether this is the kind of shop artists come to to show off? Expensive, polished and no relation to Art Discount or Atlantis.
There IS no greater crime than wasting my time, am I to assume that people that attempt to waste mine don't respect theirs? I suspect so.
One was kind but misguided, I left the lights on and left. The other started with my intellect and abilities too, but this one was like a very efficient and refined butchering, my work was first skinned, then diced and laid out neatly, bones here, meat there, fat here, eyeballs over there. Then it was categorised, neatly labelled and handed back never to exist in that state again. Truth is always so useful.
JESUS CHRIST. It's just not worth it, you have got to be joking right? I can't win in any way. It stinks wholesale.
Now, how do I present the issue to get the best out of her today?
Tomma Abts's work for the second time, I come away with that old mantra in my head when a woman felt her bust lacking, "I must, I must, I must improve my paintings"
Read read read read read read read read read read. Am not an artist, I am a reader but without reading I can't be an artist, I'd be like an 'outsider artist' - talking to myself. I have to read to know who I am talking with and to.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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