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art and drugs
Apr. 10th, 2003 12:12 pmwell, the exchange print is on it's way... the post office said it should take seven days to get to australia, the uk will be much faster...for those wondering, standard posting via air mail and us post cost around seven bucks for the whole edition. a buck sixty each for the overseas mailers (they are all 9inchesx13inches) and sixty cents for the domestic mailers (is it corporate conspiracy or just a sign of the times that the "cents" sign is missing from my keyboard? i know i could go into "key caps" and fetch it, but what's the bother?)
the print is a ditty really, just a sketch or a proof, nothing more, printed on scrap paper from my christmas series, with leftover inks as well. it is nice in that it approaches a political issue, even if obliquely. i would like to start practicing some political printmaking, so many of my artistic heroes, like posada, antonio frasconi, and the like, made art that was inseperable from their political identities. i make art that talks about animals mostly, sometimes some veiled sexual imagery. i had a teacher that said this imagery stemmed from artisitic immaturity, the creatures, dogs, cats, rabbits, turtles, bees, were surrogates... sort of freudian, a freezing at a certain stage... she said that political expression would come after i worked out this personal expression, found a way to deal with myself. (she said i'd be a good artist, once i figuresd out how the "art world" worked.) when i write, i have no difficulties. it is all politics really. i can relate the fact that i run out of milk to something political. i've had a lot of practice writing, i filled books upon books with stream of consciousness ranting and poetry for i'd say, about ten to fifteen years before i decided to start channelling my art into "art." but i can't translate that passion and outrage into images. i can do it better from behind a mask, "o0trld9ud" had no trouble with political images, even if they were crude cartoons. i've had lots of ideas for his output lately, but i've just lacked the time to allow that persona to express itself. o0trld9ud brings up a point, i'm also very afraid of rejection and censure, especially about art. i put a lot of personality and time into the things i craft, i care about them, i want to share what i can create with others, but i just can't stand the thought of these things that i craft getting rejected out in the world. but if i don't try, then i am wasting the gifts that i have been given. i'm not sure what that says about me.
well, i need to go make a cup of coffee now, to create the artificial enthusiasm necessary to complete a shift at work. It takes the equivalent of a double espresso to start me up, and a cup of dar jeeling at about seven to push me over the hump. caffeine keeps me from slumping into the black depression... if i went down, i would get angry over the things i increasingly believe "do not matter" one of them being WORK, in favor of the things i thinkk "do matter" like ART, and i would quit this fucking job! (sorry mom.) but instead i get dosed. caffeine is the drug of desperation.
the print is a ditty really, just a sketch or a proof, nothing more, printed on scrap paper from my christmas series, with leftover inks as well. it is nice in that it approaches a political issue, even if obliquely. i would like to start practicing some political printmaking, so many of my artistic heroes, like posada, antonio frasconi, and the like, made art that was inseperable from their political identities. i make art that talks about animals mostly, sometimes some veiled sexual imagery. i had a teacher that said this imagery stemmed from artisitic immaturity, the creatures, dogs, cats, rabbits, turtles, bees, were surrogates... sort of freudian, a freezing at a certain stage... she said that political expression would come after i worked out this personal expression, found a way to deal with myself. (she said i'd be a good artist, once i figuresd out how the "art world" worked.) when i write, i have no difficulties. it is all politics really. i can relate the fact that i run out of milk to something political. i've had a lot of practice writing, i filled books upon books with stream of consciousness ranting and poetry for i'd say, about ten to fifteen years before i decided to start channelling my art into "art." but i can't translate that passion and outrage into images. i can do it better from behind a mask, "o0trld9ud" had no trouble with political images, even if they were crude cartoons. i've had lots of ideas for his output lately, but i've just lacked the time to allow that persona to express itself. o0trld9ud brings up a point, i'm also very afraid of rejection and censure, especially about art. i put a lot of personality and time into the things i craft, i care about them, i want to share what i can create with others, but i just can't stand the thought of these things that i craft getting rejected out in the world. but if i don't try, then i am wasting the gifts that i have been given. i'm not sure what that says about me.
well, i need to go make a cup of coffee now, to create the artificial enthusiasm necessary to complete a shift at work. It takes the equivalent of a double espresso to start me up, and a cup of dar jeeling at about seven to push me over the hump. caffeine keeps me from slumping into the black depression... if i went down, i would get angry over the things i increasingly believe "do not matter" one of them being WORK, in favor of the things i thinkk "do matter" like ART, and i would quit this fucking job! (sorry mom.) but instead i get dosed. caffeine is the drug of desperation.
