Monthly Archives: May 2017

Only art

ONLY ART

Choosin’ words choosin’ space
Choosin’ shapes and putting them in place
Stretching paper – pencil sharpened
Studious ponder – already disheartened?
Plow on – perspiration before inspiration
Then again – will thoughts produce celebration?
In poetic mode comes the message
Paper soaked with colour at the right percentage
All – endeavours to get something out
But its only art – without a doubt.

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The Village Idiot Badge

VILLAGE IDIOT BADGE
(Fun in the workplace)

“It was one of those days when the sun was really warm.”

He would be shown no mercy for this.
Immediately the shop floor routine – everyone at their stations – now began the ‘endless’ banter.

First the incredulous laughing – followed by the ‘Village Idiot’ badge immediately delivered to his desk. (He had to wear it)

From him – many ‘all right!’ ‘all right!’ exclamations – to no avail, he was in for a days ‘banter’ of merciless intensity. But at least it would remain innocuous:

“Pity about that cold sun the rest of the year.” “My oh my – he (the sun) must have been exercising to be so warm” “Went from warm to REALLY warm eh?” “One of those days – must be hard on the sun all those cold nights…” “That sun’s cooler today…”

And so it went on ‘til the shift was over.

The badge relinquished – back it went onto the shelf ’til the next day – when one guy flew in a ‘BUMBO Jet’.

Or one guy “Didn’t know he was going – until he reached the back door?”

Or yet another who spoke of the movie star ‘Victor Stallion’
(Sylvester Stallone of course).

The village idiot badge – is long since gone – no more takers, all those in the ‘club’ have moved on.

Out of Depression

OUT OF DEPRESSION

“Yes I know! – There you go!”
then – “goodbye”
the phone’s the gizmo
never before addressed with such info
but down the line the communication went
stirring inner ear vibrations in an accent
the ‘gossip’ about a girl’s success
passed from friend to friend with finesse
weeping with those who weep
rejoicing that they restored their beauty sleep
‘out of depression’ – I hear
glad they’re back up – to have it disappear
they were down, down, down – man
but something broke – they lost the ‘dead pan’
now they are fun to be around
a spring in their step – they’ve newly found
– down the gizmo – let all know
they are up and running
get’n on with their show.

Abstracts Together

Abstracts together

(Left to right from the top):

Down through scaffolding
Figure 1
Abstract on the diagonal
Unresolved
Running Animals
Working Guitar

Words passing onto paper as abstracts developed:

Obliterating to find…pen line intuition…passing hooks…cerulean blue with essential direction line…with tension giving lines…without over spending…tie up…shapes vying for attention…multi-filled piece…spiral platform…enmeshed head…patterns in life and art…the work that cranes do…where does it all end…dynamic brought full out…a barrage of abstraction released upon the world…pale fire…an abstract a day keeps the doctor away…only jokin’…laybrynth…this looks better with music…abstract enjoined…don’t let this fool you…

abstracs together

Standard measurement?

plumpish man
Plumpish Man (Pencils)

 

STANDARD MEASUREMENT?

Most artists will agree that although they appreciate the kind remarks of others – it can’t really influence what they produce.

Simply because they have to ‘go with the flow’ to coin a phrase.

We follow through on the ideas that come our way.

In a sense there are (for me anyway) no standards of separation of the good work from the bad.

This sounds a disastrous statement. In that it opens the door for pretentiousness, and the indiscriminate acceptance of anything that purports to be art.

Surely there must be standards, benchmarks, for good work to be separated from the bad?

Well yes – in the accepted sense. Perhaps when we use the skill of craft as our measuring rod. But I have saw great skill in bland work.

Art is so up in the air when it coms to taste.

Laying aside moral considerations regarding the visual – (I’m in favour of moral censor – I hasten to add) – our work is very much judged by the whims of others.

Considering the workmanship of the craft-side of production of course, meets our need for a means of ‘standard setting’.

We admire the skilful reproduction and representation of the natural world, that has ‘emanated’ from the artist’s hand.

And perhaps those who want the jury to decide the best from second best and the rest. The mediocre from the higher standard, need the objective eye that sees great skill or lack of it, and thus the verdict is passed, on the work.

But how something registers with us visually, – well, there is simply no accounting for it.

We do (actually) initially respond with little ‘reasoning-out’ – but rather appreciate what we see in a more direct emotional way.

Hard and easy to define. Everybody gives that unsolicited response when standing in front of a piece of art.

The first encounter, produces a first response. And in the blogosphere we hit the like button or move on to another blog when we first encounter the posted image. Depending on that initial emotional registration provided through our eyes.

I find myself drawn to certain pieces of art by other artists, and notice a pattern in my likes and dislikes, favouring certain types of art over others.

But I don’t always ‘reason this out’.

I have also quickly walked around an art show and out the door because I have previously seen similar pieces time and time again, and can’t (I’m afraid) stir any interest.

Even though I respect the artist and their right to enjoy what they do – regardless of my personal outlook. In other words don’t change for me whatever you do!

The fact that I am drawn to some and not to others – ought to be viewed as a positive. It means that built inside of me – is an aesthetic barometer that is uniquely mine, and is not dependent on academic standards as set by ‘the experts’.

That’s the enjoyment of art (and of course I mean mostly painting) namely that we are all totally free to notice our own preferences, and enjoy the internal decisions (of standard setting) made by our jury of one.

Life’s Culture

Life’s Culture

We love the drum solo
We love the sound of those
harmonious chords
We like this song of quirky sound
We like this poem of balance and
rhythm and rhyme

Great voice –
these words work tenfold
over and
above the norm

Latch on to that saxophone –
how it curdles and percolates
the
coffee of sound

And now reach over and
turn up the volume
For that supremo –
of investigative jazz guitar

Oh Spanish one! How skilful
you play
What’s that you say?
No – haven’t heard of him –
but I will at weekend’s repose

Great work –
originality – is it a long lost word?
– time for it’s resurrection

Be bappa bappa ba –
bappa bappa ba…
Do you know that one?

Lend me that book would you?
The cover splurge stirs my interest

A new what shop? Record shop?
Wow! Back in time here we go…

See you in the restaurant with
my MP3’s
A slice of cake?
Hmmm no….

Paint me a picture – I want to
order one now
Money has unexpectedly arrived

So I will indulge myself
in one of your works.
Better still I will call up to see
them soon…

No I won’t ask how long it took
to paint
And last but not least –
make sure it’s in watercolour

The simple things in life
Lasting indentations on the brain.

Advanced Regression

ADVANCED REGRESSION

Dancing – advancing leaps and bounds
“Comparatively speaking”
I hear no one say

Mankind has embryo’d – and stem celled –
and conjured with his DNA –
and experimented and concluded –
and thinks to have found a way

For with his knowledge increase
He hopes to take away all defeat
And per-fect himself –
when new ways are found

Stoned on his success
He ignores the dismay

Of a world gone further wrong
In a multitude of ways

He thinks –
To Increasingly solve corruption’s claim
But makes the same
mistakes
over and over again

What’s been done –
compared with what has not?

What’s been achieved
pales before the mess
civilisation has got

There’s need for the realisation
That man won’t reach self-perfection
But those puffed up with knowledge
Will rise in reaction
With a self-styled salvation

Rejecting they think
‘pie in the sky’
for ‘meat on the plate’

But God’s handiwork is found
profound – all around

The maker’s hand that made it all
plain to be seen without a doubt

No written guarantee –
for an extra charge
will assuage corruption
Rather:

”Mountains fall on us in our fears”

The day has come for a
A wake up call perhaps too late

As the supersonic – stem-celled world
totters on its wobbly legs of achievement
and the world is folded up like a garment.

Don’t take away from the good it can bring?
Indeed no – but there is always too far to go.

Stop and think it over:
Mental blindness –
Ostrich head in the sand
Achievements seduction

millions annihilated –

while we speak
and still
don’t understand.