|Bowl sketching yesterday.|
|A jar, trimmed and some pinch pot forms that I am revisiting. In process.|
Most of the art Facebook people I interact with are painters. I function mostly in clay both functional pottery and sculptural art which travels in different space-time that drawing and painting so greenware is the new sketch. Enjoy the subtle tones of grays, from pinks to greens to yellows to blues to neutral nothingness. Enjoy the duality of function and practicality, simple form, non-function and convoluted textures. I swing like a pendulum and do both to massage the halves of my brain. One supports the other, and back again. One provides the nest egg for the thoughts of the other to emerge.
|More larges pod forms. |
The Things My Mother Made Me Think Were Dirty.
|Group of pottery for production. Bud vases, condiment baskets. All with the ever present spiral, circles and touch points. And the equine imagery because I do live in Kentucky and horse are kewl.|
|Some mold shapes. Trying out some techniques for closed and open forms.|
|Slab construction bottle with engobe pattern stamping in raw clay at the moment.|
So, there is a rampant discussion and examination of the money frenzy of the Art Business, the auction houses, the ridiculous prices paid for some work from those who are essentially emerging artists. Here's a thought. Fuck them. This has nothing to do with artists. This is all about a small percentage of people who have become so corrupt with their greed that they need another way to measure their dick size so they throw around piles of cash but need something to justify their public ability to purchase things. So they pick art. Or what they think is art. Because someone else said so and told them they must have it, the mega-gallery, Christie's or Sotheby's, their insecure ego. The art is really irrelevant. It's also houses and antique cars, private planes, etc. And what does that do to the regular artist that is not already dead and worth millions, that is not already an old, white guy in the beginning part of the 20th century, that is not the current darling of the money-pile measuring crowd?
It frees us.
Ignore them completely. Go for the jugular. Go for your gut. As a wise person once said, "Release your inner vision." While that small group of people is running around with tax-shelter measuring cups and metric rulers, we are free to make work. What governs their tastes is a whim and unknowable so let go and let loose. We are already creating the next movement but maybe, just maybe, we're right in the middle of it and we can't see the forest for the trees. The change, the shift is happening now. We are it. On Facebook, on blogs, on Tumblr, Pinterest and a shitload of any other social media you can come up with. Find the new audience. Fuck the tippy-top, they'll topple with the weight of their own money and ego. Excite the forgotten appreciators of art. Unlock the gravitational pull of Things That Move You on to the masses that think it's not meant for them. Quit trying to win approval from a tiny group. There are hungry minds out there. Touch them. The Art Biz people, the money, investors, they've already missed the boat. Embrace the energy of being the ultimate outsider. Get back to work.