Andrew Wyeth, Archetypical Art and how “knowing everything” might keep you from creating as much as you should…my story…

Andrew Wyeth, Christina’s World, a painting so famous that it was on the show That Girl…

I consider this stuff archetypical – this, and Arles, Water Lilies, Pollack, Dali, fauvism, Matisse, LeGere, the cutouts…these were all this my 11th grade art teacher had on the walls.  I imitated lots of that stuff, especially expressionism, along with more cultural things (like The Saint and tie dye) on t-shirts.  I enjoyed that class so much – she made me work in the unoccupied part of the class because I was throwing paint around, getting it on other people…

In 12th grade, I had an older man who graded strictly on technique and I didn’t do too well.  I was doing things like cutting the boards in odd shapes and pasting cardboard figure cutouts onto watercolors.  I would spend my free period with my old teacher, help her and participate and like that better.  Also, a friend was in that class.  In my regular class though, I sat with like a Breakfast Club of assorted characters; the kid who was in some of the same nerd circles as I was and could draw perfectly Chuck Close photos almost; a twitchy 10th grader whose brother blew up a desk with an M80 when we were in 6th grade; a rough but kind of hot spitfire girl in a 70s blue eyeshadow porn star kind of way; a kind of precious red head who drew lots of flowers and ponies but ever though we were in classes together forever turned out to be interesting and intelligent and last by not least: an almost mutual crush friend.  I think my other friend was in that class, too.  Anyway, they all liked my stuff way more than the teacher and I think even appreciated the experimental nature of what I was doing.  Not experimental to be weird but going to an uncomfortable place and trying to “solve the problem” and make something out of it.  That’s my connection to what I do now.

At community college, I took a design class and did well, discovered all the great stuff for sale in art stores, but I’d say by the mid-80s, I thought I had it all figured out and that people like Dali were the products of some kind of class war, based on what the Dadaists said.  This just made me freeze – thinking I knew everything – and I stopped painting.  Also, I never saw any of those art class people again, except throwing a counter 30 year reunion with one of them and another guy on the same day as the real reunion.

I think a combination of opening up and appreciating photography as art (while also doing it) as well as a friend of mine who paints figuratively – mostly female comic-like figures – about thirty years later inspired me to find things to paint.  I had realized I knew very little about the mechanics of painting – how to hold a brush, how to mix paints, how to draw a straight line.  I started drawing basic shapes and hands and figures and even kind of painted one but quickly found more interest in composition and trying different materials and to get there quicker and purer, I began using some of my old expressionist techniques like dripping, throwing and blowing.  Lots of the paintings I do now are derived from the shapes and relationships in some of my ordinary photos of trees and ponds.  Then I started to go to museums more – partially to learn more about materials but also to kind of meditate near art.  I absolutely hate going to museums with other people and I like painting in relative peace.

I think the thing I hate the most in the arts is the kind of in crowd mentality that has lots of rules – digital is bad, have to have a real drummer, no photos of the Grand Canyon, can’t use autotune – I think being around that and participating in these rules to help us think we know everything really robbed me from making much much more art and music.  I think.

Weekend Crash Time (or “everything is an ellipsis in parentheses and lowercase”)

The first weather-restricting weekend of the season…

First thoughts are “work”…things, tasks, chores, stuff…work…

Move the bicycle indoors…(this is how I get around most of the time)

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Fix the pickup on that one guitar…(Jay Turser take on a reversed Ventures-esque Mosrite…I am putting in that foil neck pickup and goofed it up by wiring it incorrectly)

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Add more layers to this painting…(named “stop always saying what everyone wants to hear”)

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Or this painting…(titled “slowly back and forth in sanguine rhythm”)

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Make that honey chicken recipe…(HelloFresh has some great stuff to cook)

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Iron clothes…(uggggghhhh)

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Dodge all the “work” and drink…(recently a Georgian waitress and friend introduced me to some of the wine traditions of her country)

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I’d like to know how to separate myself from this “work” concept and just “be”…because it seems counter-productive (which in and of itself I must admit, ties back into this “work” concept).

I think the best thing I can do is make a commitment to get some shoes on and get out there today…going out to dinner usually helps.  I will make the chicken tomorrow…and of all these things above…most of them have the potential to lift my mood – taking care of the bike for instance, saving money and being so proud to cook my own food…and though it is harder for me to reach into – even ironing clothes to look better…

I would like to work in some other stuff – watch some Hulu (but not too much), read some of the four or so books I am reading (I will bring one when I go out…check out more of that band Warpaint, whose songs like “Beetles” and “Krimson” from their 2008 EP are tattooed looping in my brain…this morning I went over to YouTube and Echo/Alexa and listened to some newer stuff…I liked it all…

I should also own what I have already done – laundry and calling up glasses.com to set up my exchange for those new reading glasses.  They goofed and sent me distance.  Also, I learned two Beatles guitar parts – electric solo from “And I Love Her” and some of the solo from “You Can’t Do That.”

For those paintings…I kinda think they are both very close to done (the top one especially) so I may just make that decision this weekend and pull out the other two I am working on.  One is on glass and the other on canvas.

Maybe it is not about “work” but “should”…giant shoulds hanging over my head – I should record more music, I should study something, I should finish this or that…

Recently put up this Guy Debord quote on my Facebook page…”Like lost children we live our unfinished adventures.” – I think I like that very much.

Thanks for reading…not much writing focus today…

Everything is an ellipsis…