correction etc

so i guess "impressionists" were really just categorized as artists who deviated from the french classic salon artwork for the bourgeoisie. they rejected all that crap for a better way of painting. good move in my opinion. why they chose what they did i have yet to learn. the other day's pondering was based on a few sentences i found in my old art history text book. while only reading a few pages from a book specifically on the impressionists i learn the above bit of trivia.

random, but i think i may have BDD, body dysmorphic disorder? creepy...

future visions

so here's my thought of the day: i was first thinking about the trend in movies lately. they all seem to be fantasy, super heroish, or straight horror. why? here's my logic. i believe the our society is dealing with the beginning of social and political turmoil and the start of the downfall of a 'great' nation, america. we in response look for a superhero to help of conquer the evil that lurks, we look into the face of extreme horror to lighten, by comparison, our own reality of horror, and of course, my favorite, an escape from reality altogether. We indulge in the fantasy of other worlds or into fairy-tale version of the world we live in and the possibility that we can enter this other world. In terms of the art world, this has happened before. much of the impressionist movement began in such a way. Dealing with changes in world leaders, with warfare and basically a total reshaping of europe, many painters found themselves absorbed with nature and with our experience of it. I wonder if, today as we enter our new 'green-age', we will return to the absorption into nature. An easy escape from political and social turmoil would be to look into the world as the world, simply as nature, as our true environment our true reality rather than some social construction. I think this is why i paint or sketch nature. it's my way of dealing with the world. it's with a sigh and a turn of my cheek that i face nature as man's companion. the ephemeral atmospheric conditions of our day to day holds all the emotions we can experience. apprehension, fear, giddiness, love, joy, sadness can all be found with confrontation and contemplation within nature. it is just as wholesome as life itself and we can witness it all in one day! I hope the future of art lies not in video and film but in the older tradition of painting and hopefully on nature's grace. do you think that the public can be held in awe by just one image alone, rather than all the excitement and changing images of film? i believe they can if the piece is strong enough to express and communicate to people of certain comprehension. I can only hope i'll be involved in the evolution of expression and of art itself, whatever it may be.

things

here's some things i did today. i dont really like them. the road to ascutney one is exactly like a thousand other ones i've already made. ironiclly this one is a real place... the other one of the colonial apartments arcoss the street from me is ok. just seems childish and like a childrens book illustration. i wish i had my oil paints. wish i had access to all the materials and machines back at school. I feel like if i could really paint again then i'd somehow be happier, but i dont think my life is that simple. although i wish it were. the one thing i hate about watercolors is that you have to work quickly and theres no time to rework anything or add anything afterwords. anyways, i dont know why i waste my time doing these things, i suppose it's because i dont know what else to do with the time i've been given to live. i feel cold and lonley today.

road to ascutney

colonial apartments

the road to tarascon

my parents sent a postcard to me a few months ago from the Met in nyc. it was a van gogh drawing titled 'the road to tarascon' completed in pen and graphite. its a little blurry, sorry.

well, i was inspired to draw my own version. so here it is in ink.

I decided to add watercolor to it just to liven it up a bit....so here it is.

I think van gogh would have chosen similar colors. i like it. it now hang framed in my bedroom.

a side note- i drove 30 min today to the art supply store to get some more watercolor paper and some waterproof / watercolor tape only to find that it was closed. i often forget that most stores are closed on sundays. err...frustration.

sleepless night

i couldnt sleep last night so around 2am i wrote this. It's more lyrical than poetic, but whatever.

It's away
It's away
It's away

Think I've lost my mind
Think I've lost my mind
Not quite sure how
But I think I've lost my mind

It's alright I guess it's fine
'cause I dont mind
I dont mind

If you see my brain
Wanderin' through the street
Just let me know
And I'll chase it down
I guess

Not really sure
What to do
It's hard to think
Without a brain

It's away
It's away
It's away

klondike

ray johnson and daniel johnson. two different people. not only different from eachother but different from everybody else. see the movies 'How to draw a bunny' and 'The devil and Daniel Johnson'. interesting stuff. somehow, as an artist, it feels good to know that other people see things similarly. I find it amazing to see people truly real and wholy themselves, not some copycat of someone else, but someone who has their own thoughts and is not afriad to themselves. sometimes i feel like i'd like to wear tight tie-dyed t-shirts and an oversized goofy plaid hat outside becuase it's what what i sometimes like to wear inside the house. Although i feel i'd get beaten up for wearing such bizarre things. i try to restrict myself sometimes. But a true artist i suppose would just do their own things and damn everyone else. right? anyways, check out those movies. cool stuff.

i started making pages for a book presummably titled 'expiermentals'. i had off-handedly set the two completed watercolours aside an old sheet with some words. bingo! an accidental triptic. ok works for me. i thought they looked pleasing together. there seemed to be something conecting them. like mountain tops in the fog.