Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Now, I try not to copy the photographs directly- but use them a source of a visual ideas- Sometimes I will cop the whole thing directly and rationalize it as a sort of "note-taking," however, my overriding motivation is to use this activity as a source of inventory for the future. It's a sort of harvesting.
The page below, is an exception- the images were copied- the cow and the figure have been turned around- transcribed- but, for the most part, there is little invention, here.
The face in the helmet and chinstrap, at the upper right, is from an obituary: Sgt Kyle Dayton- killed in Iraq. I want to say that we lost a special human-being, judging by his unusual obituary photo, then I realize that we have lost thousands of special people.
We have met the enemy and he is us.
Let's take care of each other, shall we?
Saturday, January 26, 2008
My deepest apologies to all who are offended by these pages- I give you permission to walk away in disdain. When I say I am finished with these lessons, I by no means am saying that I am finished with learning, it is that I think I am beyond teaching- for better or ill. This possibly makes me a fool.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
opportunity arises like a wave- the outcome never certain- but when it goes by, uncaught- it always seems like a great tragedy of wasted promise- yet this is probably a foolish conclusion.
The more I read and think about religion and spirituality- the more ridiculous it becomes to me. Perhaps this is a form of retardation? I don't know-
It seems if one can sensibly describe an outcome, he or she is a prophet. If the description of future events is, perhaps, a non-sequitur or even a joke- can godhead be far behind?
I will write a story describing a fatal love triangle between Superman, Salome and John the Baptist.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Stillness is most certainly full, but without growth or tension- massive consumption is partly responsible for this. In this regard the shopping mall is equal to the sunflower sutra.
Equality of quality is the frustration of insecurity. The voice in the void that calls out and waits for a response, but there is none, and the self is righteously frightened by this. We are compelled to fill our mouths with rocks and give lectures to the ocean.
Andy Warhol died for our sins.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I recall a woman I dated right after my divorce. When I met her I was struck by how nice she smelled. She smelled like Niagra Spray Starch and Obsession. She had kids. She bought me a ridiculous sweater. I felt like I had to wear it. It was the beginning of the end. I fucked that one up.
The lesson: "In Frustration I Hear Singing." (-Hendrix)
Monday, January 14, 2008
Leibniz and Newton desired to describe gravity and explain the mystical agreements that take place unexpectedly-
"The Dead only know one thing- that it is better to be alive."
-Private Joker- "Full Metal Jacket"
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Mountains beyond mountains. Drawing leaves its own birthright and becomes the servant of painting- are there such easy divisions anymore?
I really love doodling- if I could get paid for this- it would be my dream job- I think of my studio practice in this way. When I retire, I shall doodle- seriously.
Monday, January 7, 2008
The Beautiful is often an accident. Certainly, in people, it is an accident of genetics and destiny. Beautiful is contextual and transitory. What is beautiful today will vanish tomorrow, be ravaged by the elements –(although, the elements, time in particular, have a great leveling effect on the nature of appearance- all things are beautiful in time.) The physics of this nature are, therefore, reciprocal?
I am not trying to get anywhere- except to this next moment- perhaps with a sense of satisfaction and some small degree of worthiness. I often wake in the middle of the night and feel grateful for the gift of my life- even as unsubstantial in the face of destiny as it might be. This is beautiful.
I don’t know where I’m going, although madness may be an optional destination. Merle Haggard tells a story about Bob Wills, who said “I never sweat songs out,…” This is the creative tactic I want for myself. John Dewey said, “Rigid predetermination of the end product, whether by artist or beholder leads to the turning out of a mechanical or academic product… “ so, an addition to my personal manifesto might read something like:
Make it quickly
Don’t allow it to take up too much room
Forget about chasing beauty
Of course this will, no doubt, incur the scorn and wrath of the purists, the academics and the artista fascists who may point out, and probably correctly, that these sentiments are merely rationalizations and justifications for excusing the lack of intensity, industry and talent. To some degree, they are correct.
I realize the inherent fascism of this statement, as well.