|My Nephew at close of day, (still wet). I may go back|
into this, I may not? It's a head. It's believable.
She advised me that I shouldn't point out the bad things about my works-in-progress because nobody sees them but me. I'm guessing she thought I was denigrating my art in public and that wasn't a good idea. She had a point, IF I WAS SELLING MY ART ON THIS BLOG. I'm not.
Mine is a journalistic blog visited primarily by artists who are encouraging one another, sharing our work processes and exchanging thoughts about making art as we visit online. (It would be a great thing if our visitors were prospective buyers. Then they would get why we charge so much for our work and sweat and expense and stop belly aching at the prices).The posts are good, the comments are even better. The comments are the meat. Here's one from Dan Kent of Dan's Canvas. that had me in stitches this morning. I was glad I had just emptied my bladder.
Everything I do goes through a gangly adolescent stage. I tried to do a portrait in acrylics once - it had the zombie stage, the manikin stage, the alien stage, etc. It has been sitting faced against the wall for months now. And that is where it deserves to be.
I would love for the things I do to be magnificent the first time, every time. Never happens. Deliberate or no. You are much to hard on yourself. I actually like the way you left him when you left in a huff - if it doesn't look like him, it looks like somebody, and has a great expression on the face.
|"I just don't know what to make of that. It's|
supposed to be a hand; it looks like a gigantic tea pot, "
Hal soaked his rag in turp and rubbed out the offence for the
third time. "Buck up Bucky, forth time's the best." he shouted at no one.
What do you think? Are we jeopardizing sales of our art by honestly critiquing it in public during the work process? By showing that indeed, art is a daily struggle that's highly frustrating? Isn't it possible that we are encouraging young artists to welcome the failures, for they're the stepping stones to where they would like to go ? I've always wanted to go to my museum and see one of my works on display. I would fall on my knees crying with joy. I'd be thrown out for making a scene. A fantasy I know, but could happen On The Traveling Road Show.
Post Script. Did you know that people we auto e-mail our blogs to don't get the comments or the side panel.
They really miss a lot--and actually don't really get blogging.