tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598855261912396057.post1620561998526851124..comments2023-10-25T11:03:30.625-04:00Comments on wrd.wthiin.woord: :.wh,ich lid be'neath.: [.soc.|.sent,'tenses.|.rat.]troylloydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14706450196335510065noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598855261912396057.post-57915957802544620842008-05-29T01:00:00.000-04:002008-05-29T01:00:00.000-04:00"As I became invisible, I saw things that had been..."As I became invisible, <BR/>I saw things that <BR/>had been invisible to me." <BR/><BR/> Right now I'm obsessed with texture.<BR/><BR/>So what's an artist to do?<BR/><BR/> Take the moral high road and watch her income dwindle, or join <BR/>the commercial rat-race?<BR/><BR/>The fifth looked to be a total failure, but<BR/> <BR/>I came up with a solution later in the day. <BR/>"It's All Relative"<BR/><BR/>Gone was the angst and self-doubt and in its place grew contentment.<BR/> <BR/>Then I realized I was getting bored with my own work.<BR/><BR/>There is also <BR/>something about <BR/>finding beauty in <BR/>what is discarded <BR/>and that we use <BR/>the materials of our life as part of our spiritual path.Rarely puts his thoughts and feelings on screen with words. Usually, they were <BR/>blazoned across networks in passionate expressive structures which he draws from the ever encroaching apparatus repressive. <BR/><BR/>The acquisition <BR/>of a reputation is often <BR/>the artist's artistic death,<BR/><BR/> since feeding in the lap of <BR/>luxury destroys inclination to further efforts.<BR/><BR/>I didn't recognize many critics, <BR/>but there was a small crowd of reporters there, <BR/><BR/>including two<BR/> video crews<BR/> with lights. <BR/><BR/>The time is the present, <BR/>Buffalo, N.Y. <BR/><BR/>He's is a bad guy without<BR/> a place to piss. <BR/>The first thing you see is a small hole in the wall with a sign <BR/>that reads <BR/><BR/>"Insert Pencils Only." <BR/><BR/>I've been working with <BR/>the theme of artist's<BR/> diaries recently, in other mediums, film, photography and painting. <BR/><BR/>There was<BR/> something of another way of seeing in some of the pictures, this other quality <BR/>of light and strangeness.<BR/><BR/>"The Artist Wrote This With His Own Blood,"<BR/><BR/>Notify me of new art by this artist. <BR/><BR/>My time spent with these tools is my own <BR/>invitation to open myself up and engage in a kind of communion.<BR/><BR/>Alongside this <BR/>absorbing of materials <BR/>has been the concern to solve to question of the form that <BR/>work will take - <BR/>essentially how to create <BR/>something that will hold the fragments <BR/>of <BR/>contributed thoughts<BR/> and experiences, <BR/>and the images and sounds <BR/>into relationship <BR/>with each other in way that <BR/>works?<BR/>Whoops! <BR/>Its been 3 months since I last wrote an<BR/> entry. <BR/><BR/> Bad Artist. <BR/>I'll be better I promise, don't leave me.But this idea of placing <BR/><BR/>myself <BR/><BR/>within someone else's work applies much more readily to musicians such as Sigur Ros,<BR/><BR/> I bought the composition they wrote for Merce Cunningham's Split Sides, which I haven't <BR/>seen, <BR/><BR/>and I find it really intriguing. Most of the pieces were in Norwegian which was <BR/>challenging, we only knew <BR/><BR/>how to say Takk, Thank you and Snakker Du Ehngerlisk, <BR/>Do you speak English. <BR/><BR/>Your eyes do not script my days,with their radiant plague,<BR/>even this a pure wind purges.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I would like art and photography to be as ubiquitous, <BR/>omnipresent, and as accessible as music. <BR/><BR/>Zooming technology <BR/>minimizes the time it<BR/> takes to display the <BR/>proportion of the image <BR/>actually being looked at.<BR/> So far so good.<BR/><BR/>Today I made my first approach to a top commercial art gallery to see if they are interested <BR/>in representing me. <BR/><BR/>On this occasion, I am sorry to inform you that your works were not hung in the exhibition; <BR/><BR/>two of them however were shortlisted, <BR/><BR/>which is a fine achievement.<BR/><BR/><BR/>It's important to establish yourself as a professional working artist if you want to use your <BR/>blog as a vehicle to sell your art.<BR/><BR/>I'll gladly autograph a cocktail napkin for you!<BR/><BR/><BR/>To add to the shambolic nature of my life, I live with freaks.<BR/><BR/>Nothing is ever my fault. <BR/><BR/>I made <BR/>this wonderful <BR/>discovery at the<BR/> ripe young age of<BR/> twelve.<BR/>Studio visits allow the artist and<BR/> viewer to have a personal connection which is not always the case when the artist only <BR/>shows work through the gallery system.<BR/><BR/>Knowing the language of images will give you greater control over your art work, increase your ability to explain your art work to others and enrich your understanding of your culture.<BR/><BR/>Finally after two-and-a-bit months of arts bum drudgery, the socio-economic aspects of my life seem to be sorting themselves out.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I'm endeavouring not to poo on anyone (in a strictly non-literal sense), <BR/>in other words,<BR/><BR/> try to be reasonably professional with people and individuals <BR/><BR/>that I deal with, <BR/><BR/>and think<BR/><BR/> twice about hitting the 'send' button <BR/>in given cases.<BR/><BR/>One self taught artist determined to <BR/>make her living as an artist. <BR/><BR/>The day to days of <BR/>an artists life, <BR/>thoughts, and <BR/>experiences.<BR/><BR/>‘Torched Laughter’ <BR/>was the result of a <BR/>tumultuous and <BR/>sultry evening <BR/>I had in an opium den <BR/>in Egypt. <BR/><BR/>Involved was a farfisa organ<BR/> and a stick of butter. <BR/>There were monologues given to<BR/> corpses recently exhumed for Bacchanalian amusement. <BR/><BR/>Amputee children throwing sewage<BR/> at passed out policemen. And cocaine. Good times were had by all involved.<BR/><BR/>I am not up to the performance aspect of it yet. Just trying to capture the natural sound.<BR/><BR/>Is the origin of art hidden in<BR/> the system of its creation?<BR/><BR/> Many artists have been drawn to the grid.<BR/><BR/>A common thread in all of<BR/> their work is the belief that they were uncovering something original, that they were <BR/>tapping into the <BR/>primordial essence<BR/> of art. <BR/><BR/>The grid is seen by many as an absolute beginning, silent and empty.<BR/><BR/> Its form seems impervious to language, <BR/>narrative, <BR/>and hierarchical <BR/>structure.<BR/><BR/>For certain people, <BR/>possessing a collection of fonts is a real kick. I am not embarrassed to admit that I fall into <BR/>that category.<BR/><BR/>“The piece is meant to be big, dumb, <BR/>and iconic, <BR/>a moving, <BR/>pulsing symbol <BR/>of both <BR/>the promise <BR/>and failure <BR/>of technology,”<BR/><BR/>Murakami likes Augur & Revok enough to remove his tagged billboard for his own collection. I’m not convinced this is the most awesome of awesome tags in the world, but I suppose it’s news.<BR/><BR/>What happens when fun and games become values you can't question? <BR/><BR/>That's the question I asked in Sweden when I gave my Down with Fun lecture at the Krets Gallery. <BR/><BR/>What happens when even straights who collect stamps talk about "getting my stamp collection fix" or when a design website asserts dogmatically that "if it’s not fun, it’s not design!”? <BR/><BR/>Fun and games, <BR/>at that point, <BR/>become orb and sceptre, <BR/>ball and chains. <BR/><BR/>Liberation, <BR/>at that point, <BR/>becomes difficulty <BR/>and differential calculus. <BR/>It becomes emotion, idealism, seriousness, quietness, dignity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com