This thanksgiving my travels took me to Dysneyland where i found a unique sewer cover.
21 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
I began life as an artist, a visual artist who worked in the 3-dimentional world bending and manipulating materials until they told the story bursting to emerge. Later I actually went to College for sculpture. Nothing made me happier than to be covered in the dirt, clay or the enchanting process of cast bronze.
At the same time I had another love, dance and the movement of the body became my expression coupled with the visual art. It all was a process of storytelling. Poetry invaded this mode of expression. It was all exciting and moving while evolving, growing into an honesty and reality that was recognized my galleries and competitive shows. But life has a way of taking us down another path.
The old story of love, marriage, children, reality, divorce and the need to earn money in a secure way so I could have health, car insurance and a home for my children. I turned to teaching, began to draw and paint. At which time my expression turned to texture. Now years later my children are adult and I am free to explore and unmask the story within me.
Now my son is an amazing tattoo artist. Looking around the tattoo shop and at his art I had an epiphany, actually, it was a redundant whispering come to light and focus. The art of tattoo is flat. Flat because the body it is put upon is 3-D, it moves and has a surface with a life of it’s own. Visual art of the fine art definition is even when 2-D, as in drawing or painting, printmaking must become alive in the movement and dimensionality so the paint becomes alive.
While studying oil painting the instructor had us paint eggs, raw and boiled so just by looking at the painting one cook tell. Next it was pears so the fruit could be tasted by your eyes.
I feel as if I am viewing the optical illusion drawings. The flat tattoo that becomes alive and 3-D back to the alive & 3-D drawing on the flat surface to the dance and movement, to sculpture and manipulation of a material. I so much better understand the art of Pollack who danced the washes and splotches of color on canvas, for the art resting on a huge canvas was the result of his dance.
Words can not explain although there are many that flow, dance evoke emotion but it is through the head and understanding. Yet, words too make us laugh and cry, fall in love or grow furious. Each path is in itself a new and separate language. A language that is so amazing that even if we do not speak it we can understand and experience it through the vibrancy of its soul.
Just a different way of seeing.
06 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
Today I am tired.
I am tired of hearing you complain then reading some awful platitude you post or happy happy affirmation. I know you because I read what you wrote just earlier and for the past years I have known you and not one of your positive love life and the world comments have entered or even touched your heart and soul. That you speak so righteously of, is non-existent in your world.
I was listening to a tape the other day. Yes, I did say tape. Sam Keen: Collection of Myths we live and Die By It speaks about Joseph Campbell and his teachings on myth. It was published in 1988 where he makes predictions for and about the future of humanity. How in the 19th century the focus was all about becoming an individual and standing up alone. He states his fear for the future if by the 20th century we do not learn to live together. He speaks of the need for community and people who have been at war to learn to live in harmony.
Keen speaks about the institutions, the companies polluting the air, governmental fractions warning now is the time to live in harmony with the natural world to join together and save the earth, humanity, live. There was not one platitude or affirmation only eye opening truth.
“History calls us to dwell together as a community of sentient beings.” Keen So just for a moment stop being more loving, more spiritual more guru than the one next to you and become a collaboration of sentient beings in harmony.
01 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
Artists are blamed for causing revolutions and uprisings. Artist being any creative soul be it visual, dance, poetry, drama or music and those inbetween that I did not list.
Throughout history and even today as art is deemed superfluous by government leaders and school districts. Evolutionary biologists overlook art and religion as having no value. Yet human capacity to respond to the arts has been critical to the evolutionary process as is the need to create art. Rituals, often made up of drumming, music dance and body painting reinforce a group connection and like-mindedness. Ceremonies often motivated by fear or anxiety respond to these uncertainies by giving feelings of competence and a sense of security.
Like the mathematician it is rhythmical, sequential and organized therefore it gains attention, guides the emotions and reinforces the memory. By dancing with the rhythms one can face fears or protect life as a chemical release of hormones in the brain create a feeling of pleasure.
Next come the magical herbs or scents. Our sense of smell is the strongest of all our senses triggering the most powerful emotions and memories. Until finally the visual symbols, images. Art uses the symbols as it uses any system, or stories, objects, recording events, ideas and if you review the more recent art history you will see this exemplified through pop art, the dance of Jackson Pollock as he pours his paint off a bridge onto the canvas, or the happenings of the 60’s, installation art, street art, or art that has become clothing.
Today the government insults by juxtaposing something with the “simple mindedness” of basket weaving. Humans have an inherent need for art. Yet, the general attitude is that artists are deviant, dangerous and art is superfluous and only for the elite. Today the superstars command power over the culture. Many believe that during the 60’s some of the most influential singers were “killed” because of their words being so powerful. Even Banksy one of my favorite street artists has become homogenized and commercialized to tableware and decoration for the elite.
There is a whole society of those artists who are not commercially successful and yet are still compelled to create their art. These artists and those of “no value” choose the calling over a more lucrative employment are labeled as a potential source of trouble. For these are the artists that stir things up. they reach out and engage the human spirit and emotions. Artists have always challenged the dogma of the status quo. Society attempts to censure the outsider artist and yet this inate desire to create and express can not be squelched.
Children fall under the spell of video games, or adults at the slot machine, just as the tribal groups succumbed to the beat of the drums. Ethnologists label this as a response to supernormal signals. Yet isn’t it our souls longing for expression, for answers to those questions we have searched the meaning of throughout all times?
How does your soul cry out to create?