tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964120969049805522.post6348676060869466779..comments2010-09-12T18:49:20.655-07:00Comments on Middle Of The Night Art: Do we really have to come out of here?Shirley Twofeathershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964120969049805522.post-74379594561758351332010-09-10T19:20:21.521-07:002010-09-10T19:20:21.521-07:00Do I really have to come out of here? Again that ...Do I really have to come out of here? Again that bigness - this subject is huge. The stick was very reminiscent of a big hypodermic needle to me - and I got this strange feeling that what I was witnessing looked kind of bad but it was really good it was happening. Half freedom for the little imprisoned little golums, half being rid of these parasitic persons. You are very sympathetic to them and so we feel this. And the net again and you wonder if the person has been caught or if the net is for the little golums - the hand again - very strong higher presence - inevitable, unwavering - this will happen. The body very broken, cracked and damaged, and the impression is that the stick alone did not do all that damage - and yet on the inside of this broken person is deep magenta and it radiates light where the stick touches it. The little guy coming out with his hand out is very soul-less, dead, just purely needy. So the minute you look at him, really look at him, you switch over to the side of this violence is all for the good. Yup - there is a sense that it is about time something like this happens...Gracehttp://studioluminaria.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964120969049805522.post-50519665720833961222010-09-10T19:19:25.934-07:002010-09-10T19:19:25.934-07:00OK
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your passion overcomes my discourageme...OK <br />you win<br />your passion overcomes my discouragement<br /> <br />well and i think if you flip the order of the pictures around they tell a kind of a story....<br />but then maybe that puts too much pressure on me to "orchestrate" a continuity...<br />so while i may toy with the order of the pictures<br />i will keep them stored in the order in which they appeared<br />one day<br />if this becomes a book<br />or a something else<br />then i may put them into an order<br />and recognize the story line<br /> <br />besides i am not quitting nor am i going to listen to my eternal critic<br />i am not even going to think of being done with these little pictures until i have at least 100 of them completed even if the next 94 are totally stupid<br />i will keep drawing them<br />even if i am embarassed and ashamed and totally hate them<br />i will keep drawing them<br />this is what i say to my self now to keep myself going<br />and so its ok<br />and i am glad to have someone who can see what you see in them<br />because it encourages me <br />and yes i know that you see/feel/hear/whatever god sitting next to you when you do your art<br />i do not have that sense at all<br />at least not yet<br />and it really doesnt matter if i can know it or not<br />it is enough for me that you know it for me<br /> <br />well, i am going to eat some food, play with my sims recolor project for a while, pack a lunch, maybe i will remember to brush my teeth and comb my hair, stop by and say hello to the kids and see if i got any mail, and then head off to my night job which now consists of helping people say mostly stupid and lots of times mean shit to each other and drawing pictures for God, what a strange life i am living right nowShirley Twofeathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964120969049805522.post-56520660150893071372010-09-10T19:11:35.770-07:002010-09-10T19:11:35.770-07:00Grace said:
Jesus God woman. You are crazy if yo...Grace said:<br /><br />Jesus God woman. You are crazy if you don't see what I see. These are some powerful images. That shit you are hearing in your head is very dangerous - stop looking with your eyes and quit listening to what your head tells you. The real you is getting some air time and your intellect is a tyrranical jealous brat who is whining that these pictures do not measure up to ME. Of course the mind would reject them - they are way, way too real for your mental programming to handle. Safer to be a wannabe. Brave indeed to believe what is true and push through. There is a scary amount of power in your pictures, and I guess if I were cornered into labeling them, I would have to say there is a truth in them, the truth of something enormous. I can't quite comment on them yet - they need to sink in. When I see Siba next, she will be anxious to see them. Her comments will be enlightening I am sure.<br /> <br />So you do one picture and it satisfies you and you think - hey this is easy. The hook in your fish picture - what a great metaphor. And then, you have to sit down and do the next picture. I guess this is when you land on a plank and the fisherman takes a boning knife to you.<br /> <br />And here is the work - the work of plowing through all this not-quite-IT-ness. Artistic people cannot DO this work - they can sit and imagine art and they can sometimes appreciate art and they can yak endlessly and with highly erudite opinions about art, and artistic people pine away for what might have been if only this or if only that. Usually involving if only I had the time, the space, the right materials, the money, the resources, the... blah blah. As Siba said to me once when I was telling her I was stalled out searching for the right kind of colored pencils - well if Jesus wants you to draw, you need to use what you've got even if that means you put a crayon to construction paper. Well slap me in the face... <br /> <br />Now, when I get restless and I start looking around for something to use - like a certain particular book or photo - if I can't instantly find it, I know that God wants me to just dive in alone without a crutch using a crayon or a #2 pencil from Peter Piper Pizza. He wants me to draw a donkey that looks like a mutated deer. Well okay. Fine.<br /> <br />As compared to artistic people, Artists sit in this dismal place and hack away - hack, hack, hack. That is how I see myself now, at long-long last, with a machete and a great big determined frown that is making indelible lines on my forehead. It is miserable and it is discouraging - it is uncomfortable and sweaty - mostly messy - and the rewards are not immediately understood - there is no clear destination toward where we are hacking and when we finally surrender to the fact there is ABSOLUTELY no end to this means, we come right down to the act of hacking through this horrid underbrush ANYWAY and THAT is the source of all alchemy. <br /> <br />This is the gift God has given you and me and it is not wrapped in silver paper - it is hard, sometimes impossibly discouraging hard work we have been given to do, and we are being told in no uncertain or ambiguous terms, HERE bear this fruit or curl up and die as mere artistic persons.Shirley Twofeathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964120969049805522.post-90184351316588224872010-09-10T19:04:02.429-07:002010-09-10T19:04:02.429-07:00Having trouble making the comments show up!!Having trouble making the comments show up!!Shirley Twofeathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242noreply@blogger.com