Thursday, August 18, 2022
LOOKING BACK IS ALWAYS 20/20 Question: Which came first the art dealer or the art? the chicken or the egg? what is a commissioned work of art? When the buyer is not exacticakly the art "dealer". Should it be more the idea of the commissioner, or more within the faith of the commissioned? is it a 60/40 or a 50/50..... rather a 20/80...could it ever be 20 / 20 Both have needs , perhaps entirely different. Both have desires, perhaps entirely different, the money starves the limbs from appropriate circulation within the conversation. The conversation? The converstaion of required sepcifications- when the art dealer becomes money hungry, it is the utmost turn off to an artist- when it is clearly the underlying current driving the art dealer at it's commissioned artist. When prices are somewhat private, the etitiquette of it all is precisely what I am missing. Me, Myself & eye are just it, but to get it built , to have a team that wants to create my vision- is lacking . My voice is lacking, the entire project of my soul is set in a table, with an electricity I barely got time to know, because as this birth was taking place, the very "team" alotted to me, our very own sign business- saw fit to abort any such happening. I stood there watching it in real time. Feeling an abortion without any medicine.... is what it felt like- I suppose. The lack of follow thru adding the reality of the sign shop's OWN projects. The comments from the art dealer, the work not being of stellar fine art world quality.. I can take that full on- no schooling - and buidling inside a sloppy mom&pop neon shop, what else does one expect. Perfection is a thorn . It is a state of mind, it's in the eye of the beholder, as an art dealer - how do you fill ur gallery with stuff only you love, why assume your taste is perfection for others? The narcissism involved on every level makes my hunger fall away like an anorexic- where's the exit. My short lived endevours. Not built for this society of busy body, fARTdeALeRZ.
Monday, August 8, 2022
P.S.41 - The Greenwhich Village school- had a 5th grade talent show- and I got to lip sync 2 songs by Olivia Newton John. I wanted to be her! Grease had come out the year before, and all the kids said I looked like her. Boy Did I want to believe that. Grease! What a great movie, and growing up watching my dad perform in Dance With Me- a play all about the 50's greasers and excellent music. I always learned all the lyrics. It felt natural. Grease was like Romeo and Juliet in a way. I loved the Drama. All the characters- Teenage life in the 5th grade, so intriguing. I must have watched that movie a 100 times. I knew every word to every song, so naturally I picked one song from Grease and one song from her personal album "OLIVIA" ; "A little More Love."
Thursday, July 7, 2022
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
It's been awhile since I felt the need to follow thru an enter a thought here, I have thought this alot. As a matter of fact, my father shared this same sentiment often throughout my youth. "Don't answer the phone!" "Don't invite anyone over." "I don't like him." I often feel like this type of thought is based in a biochemical imbalance. Perhaps it is a vitamin D deficiency or maybe even low iron. I have been anemic most of my life & I have been a loner most of my life too. When I was diagnosed with Graves Disease awhile back, it was a passing wonder if these things are interconnected. I day dream about socialites- being one- putting on parties- entertaining the masses. You have to have friends first. It makes me laugh. I find people to be extraordinaryly mEAN; to one another- OR just IN GENERAL.... Maybe I need to get a better attitude- or get out alittle- the thing is "I don't Care." It's safer to be alone- easier. Maybe I am lazy or just maybe I'm awkward, that's ok- I like me.