Tuesday, September 1, 2009

We all scream for art...

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Aristotle wrote: “Experience produces art, but inexperience only luck. Art is produced when out of many ideas gained through experience we draw one general conclusion about some class of like cases.”

Hmmm…

Now, Aristotle and I don’t always see eye to eye, but on the philosophy of art I tend to agree with him, at least this far.

I could suddenly start painting a series of paintings of Africa, but chances are the resulting pieces would lack inspiration and originality, since my only experience of Africa is second hand, a trickled-down compressed myopic view from someone else’s experience of that country. The quality would suffer because of the dearth of inspiration. It would be dead to me.

Art, in my opinion, needs subjectivity. In order to be art, it needs to provoke a response, however subtle, in the viewer. There is some art that I really don’t like. Take “The Scream”, by Edvard Munch for example. Not my favorite piece. But I have to concede that it is still art. Creepy? Yes. But still art.

Whenever I paint I try to remember this principle, and strive to let my work speak…

That’s all.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Change

Hey!

My new video is uploaded, just not on here.
Growing tired of finishing my video only to shrink it down to microscopic proportions(from original file size of 2.2 gb down to a mere 30 mb), I decided to post it on facebook.
Here is the link:
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/video/video.php?v=1198704691709&subj=1351277217

In other news, a shout out to the bold band of ...sisters who came and visited over the weekend, more on that later.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Monday, April 20, 2009

Never mind the poet Pope, Jeeves...




I'm typing this from Iris Bookcafe, on Main.
The last light is shining down through the latticed driftwood in the courtyard and gathering in buttery pools on the concrete; the pools that were gray from the rain that was falling when we got out of our car to reach the cafe. Ryan and I sitting with intent to study, he with his Irish Breakfast tea (do they really drink that for breakfast in Ireland?) and I with my French Roast Uganda that I love so much. We exchange glances in reference to the strange pulsating rhythms of some undiscovered artist that the establishment has deemed sufficiently à la mode and "artsy", we reflecting that you know, mainstream isn't so bad, and perhaps there's a reason some artists never get "discovered"...
Here all the coffee mugs have eyes, though they do look glazed over.
Coffee from Coffee Emporium, soup from Mira's, ice cream from Aglamesis, all in one spot.
Iris Bookcafe, on Main St.
See you there!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Warning: Not a Serious Post

People twirling in slow-motion while flower petals are falling. You see it every day, right?



Yet more proof that I have the craziest, zaniest, most fun friends in the world.
Love you guys!