It also dawned on me that there are some merchants who donate their walls so that youth empowerment organizations can help youths take pride in their communities and give back by painting murals. We hear about them every summer. I gather they're probably done in graffiti style too. I wonder if those are "mediocre" too, according to Ms. Siebrand.
That's what I hated about attending university in a fine arts program. Beauty is so very much in the eye of the beholder, and yet here we are, debating which kind is better. Can we just agree that the world needs more art? The best will out, not by who proclaims it so, but simply by those who remember it.
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
public art
This one may actually make a smidgen of sense. Saturday's Gazette had an article on public art, or the lack thereof, and Montreal's lagging commitment to enhancing public spaces and encouraging artists.
I quote one Saskia Siebrand of Mosaika Art and Design, who says, "There is a lot of mediocre mural art that's done in the graffiti type of style. It might be nicer to have something with a bit more artistic value."
Well now, that statement irked me for a number of reasons. Actually, the article as a whole had me saying "yeah, but..." throughout. Let's go over this concept:
So are they saying that if everybody did it, it would be OK? Who would be the arbiter of good taste, anyway? A lot of folks enjoyed watching Weird Homes on what is now slice. But how many of these self-same people would react negatively if most of the folks featured on the show, the ones who dared to carry their art outside, moved in next door to their Plateau triplex? It all sounds great, until somebody tries it, and the collective Big Brother raises its ugly head, sending in the taste police. So we have a beige and grey city. Blech.
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I quote one Saskia Siebrand of Mosaika Art and Design, who says, "There is a lot of mediocre mural art that's done in the graffiti type of style. It might be nicer to have something with a bit more artistic value."
Well now, that statement irked me for a number of reasons. Actually, the article as a whole had me saying "yeah, but..." throughout. Let's go over this concept:
- This person, first and foremost, is the co-founder of a company who specializes in mosaics for public spaces. Selling your services is one thing, and saying Montreal needs more is fine, but attacking styles of art that are different than what you propose is ignorant at best. On appelle ça prêcher pour sa paroisse.
- The quote itself is odd. Is it taken out of context. Did she praise the graffiti murals that are well done further in her interview, which was subsequently cut? Or, as I suspect, does she simply not see the value of spray paint?
- More artistic value? How exactly does one gauge that, anyway? Monetary value? Time and materials? That's exactly the kind of art elitism that makes people abandon museums and inaccessible art forms.
- Next question: has it dawned on her that by putting down the aforementioned awful graffiti murals, she's indirectly knocking the building owners who commissioned them, and that they might yet own other buildings that require beautification?
- Has is occurred to her that perhaps these murals were specifically chosen because of their hip urban youth appeal, something that the mosaics on her website certainly cannot claim? (Mind you, I'm not knocking them at all; some of them are stunning. The pond reminds me of Monet and the birds are spectacular. But they do convey an entirely different art experience than graffiti-style murals and will speak to a whole different audience.)
- Given that everyone involved in the article agrees that more thought and resources should be allocated to public art (which they will be in coming years), shouldn't the focus be on the areas that have given no thought to art, rather than those who have, albeit in a manner deemed "mediocre"?
So are they saying that if everybody did it, it would be OK? Who would be the arbiter of good taste, anyway? A lot of folks enjoyed watching Weird Homes on what is now slice. But how many of these self-same people would react negatively if most of the folks featured on the show, the ones who dared to carry their art outside, moved in next door to their Plateau triplex? It all sounds great, until somebody tries it, and the collective Big Brother raises its ugly head, sending in the taste police. So we have a beige and grey city. Blech.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
developing a habit
Writing every day. Seems simple, but to a professional procrastinator like myself, it amounts to a far more insidious task than in originally appears.
OK, here we go with excuse number one. I've also been getting these wild bursts of crazy energy in the evenings, which I've been using to propel my NaNoWriMo outline. It also means I've rarely been getting into bed before midnight; while that seems almost meek by my old standards, it really is an hour or so later than my usual over the past year. Add a little bit of freelance work on the side and the NaNoWriMo forums, and you've got the makings of a not terribly productive, or even prolific, writer. Oh, and wars to increase our value on facebook's Friends For Sale application receive far more attention than they should. I'm beginning to think that the best way for me to reach 50,000 words come November 30 is to turn off the internet as a whole. Luckily, on my laptop, that's just a flick of the switch away.
To add to the various things floating around in my head, my best office buddy has quit, and will be leaving on Halloween. I'm surprised she's lasted this long; lord knows a number of us have been asking how she manages to cope with her boss for a while now. She has this beautiful zen-like quality I admire tremendously, but it would appear even it has run out of steam. I can only wish her the best and insist on keeping in touch. This is one of those times when you actually say those words and mean them. She's planning on taking a good break from work, and she's aware I'm doing NaNoWriMo (in fact, she may be one of the maybe three people who might get to read my novel), so we know contact will be sparse at first. I am sincere in saying that I will not let her fade away into that "yeah, we used to be close coworkers" category: I think of her as a friend, and where she works, if she works, should have no bearing whatsoever on that fact. It is only as I wrote this last paragraph that I realize her last day will be All Hallows' Eve; I wonder if she realizes the marvelous symbolism behind it all. Note to self: discuss Celtic mythology with her. The only upside I can see is that it will free up most of my lunch breaks: if I bring my laptop to work, or even just a flash key, I can eat at my desk and type with my free hand! 50,000, here I come.
So what's my excuse this evening? Don't have one really, unless you consider my eldest dog (a seven year-old pug, or should I say simply Droz from my previous post) looked really lethargic this evening, not even bothering to fight with his sons for food. So that's been on my mind for the past few hours, although now it looks like he's had some sleep and feels a little better; he lapped up kibble from my hand without being asked twice. That's my boy. Dudley pulled the same kind of stunt a few months back; I'm thinking they may have picked something up the floor that wasn't entirely edible, much to the dismay of their digestive systems. It's certainly a trait that runs in the family. We'll see what tomorrow brings, I guess.
Man, it's past midnight again, and I have to wash my hair tomorrow; although it's nowhere near as long as it once was, it's still thick enough that it takes forever to dry, and by that time, I've lost all feeling in my fingers. Off to bed, where I will probably look at the drawing I purchased as part of the Art Montreal Tattoo convention and think it could be an incredible starting point for some funky pirate story. I gotta take a picture of it (oh shoot, I still haven't taken the pictures for the Trois choses blog, for the prompt that I put up. Nice going, there, champ.) and post it here. Then I'll have to write about it. But not tonight. My dreams beckon.
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OK, here we go with excuse number one. I've also been getting these wild bursts of crazy energy in the evenings, which I've been using to propel my NaNoWriMo outline. It also means I've rarely been getting into bed before midnight; while that seems almost meek by my old standards, it really is an hour or so later than my usual over the past year. Add a little bit of freelance work on the side and the NaNoWriMo forums, and you've got the makings of a not terribly productive, or even prolific, writer. Oh, and wars to increase our value on facebook's Friends For Sale application receive far more attention than they should. I'm beginning to think that the best way for me to reach 50,000 words come November 30 is to turn off the internet as a whole. Luckily, on my laptop, that's just a flick of the switch away.
To add to the various things floating around in my head, my best office buddy has quit, and will be leaving on Halloween. I'm surprised she's lasted this long; lord knows a number of us have been asking how she manages to cope with her boss for a while now. She has this beautiful zen-like quality I admire tremendously, but it would appear even it has run out of steam. I can only wish her the best and insist on keeping in touch. This is one of those times when you actually say those words and mean them. She's planning on taking a good break from work, and she's aware I'm doing NaNoWriMo (in fact, she may be one of the maybe three people who might get to read my novel), so we know contact will be sparse at first. I am sincere in saying that I will not let her fade away into that "yeah, we used to be close coworkers" category: I think of her as a friend, and where she works, if she works, should have no bearing whatsoever on that fact. It is only as I wrote this last paragraph that I realize her last day will be All Hallows' Eve; I wonder if she realizes the marvelous symbolism behind it all. Note to self: discuss Celtic mythology with her. The only upside I can see is that it will free up most of my lunch breaks: if I bring my laptop to work, or even just a flash key, I can eat at my desk and type with my free hand! 50,000, here I come.
So what's my excuse this evening? Don't have one really, unless you consider my eldest dog (a seven year-old pug, or should I say simply Droz from my previous post) looked really lethargic this evening, not even bothering to fight with his sons for food. So that's been on my mind for the past few hours, although now it looks like he's had some sleep and feels a little better; he lapped up kibble from my hand without being asked twice. That's my boy. Dudley pulled the same kind of stunt a few months back; I'm thinking they may have picked something up the floor that wasn't entirely edible, much to the dismay of their digestive systems. It's certainly a trait that runs in the family. We'll see what tomorrow brings, I guess.
Man, it's past midnight again, and I have to wash my hair tomorrow; although it's nowhere near as long as it once was, it's still thick enough that it takes forever to dry, and by that time, I've lost all feeling in my fingers. Off to bed, where I will probably look at the drawing I purchased as part of the Art Montreal Tattoo convention and think it could be an incredible starting point for some funky pirate story. I gotta take a picture of it (oh shoot, I still haven't taken the pictures for the Trois choses blog, for the prompt that I put up. Nice going, there, champ.) and post it here. Then I'll have to write about it. But not tonight. My dreams beckon.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
adrift (bis)
OKm in my last post I stated that a mostly "miss" blog had yielded one interesting link. But crazy lazy me kept reading, and the further back I dug, the more stuff I uncovered. So I wish to publicly retract my "miss" and call attention to said blog, A cup of Jo. I'll admit, I didn't give it too much credit because I feared it would be too fashionista for my taste. Fortunately, I am mistaken; the author has a keen eye for design as a whole, and has sent me on quite a number of side adventures, including:
- The 100 most common English words quiz (I must sit to discuss this longer.)
- Stranger photos have happened (I must tell my colleagues on trois choses about this...)
- Ideas for sale
- For you (This is another that deserves further pondering.)
Now I know what I should be doing instead of being carried by web currents: SLEEPING! But like I posted as my Facebook status, Carpe noctem - seize the night.
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web drifting
I can't even call it surfing - it's not directional enough. The pace is also slower, as I stop to find delightful details where I wouldn't expect anything mind-boggling.
So here we go, somewhat randomly:
From Word Ferret (a usual haunt), a quote from Gustave Flaubert: I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
Or rather, in the original French:
Which then led me to Cakelava, cake decorators in Hawaii, whose work is completely at the other end of the spectrum. Pat thought the Tiki cakes were really cool, but then, who wouldn't?
On the main blogger page, you can see the names of blogs flash by as they are updated. Sometimes I click on one when the title appears promising. It's a hit or miss process, but in a relatively "miss" click, I found a link to a book whose concept is so insanely appealing I may just order it: A Field Guide to Weeds, by Kim Beck. Once again, my fondness for dandelions shines through.
What does this show? That I'm procrastinating again. I should be doing something more productive (it's been fairly quiet lately on the freelancing front, so I actually have my evenings to myself...W00t!) but then, isn't this what summer is for? And for my sake, please don't mention that September is just around the corner!
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So here we go, somewhat randomly:
From Word Ferret (a usual haunt), a quote from Gustave Flaubert: I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
Or rather, in the original French:
(...) j'ai si peu l'habitude d'écrire et je deviens si hargneux là-dessus, surtout vis-à-vis de moi-même, qu'il ne laisse pas que de me donner assez de souci. C'est comme un homme qui a l'oreille juste et qui joue faux du violon ; ses doigts se refusent à reproduire juste le son dont il a conscience. Alors les larmes coulent des yeux du pauvre racleur et l'archet lui tombe des doigts...Looking for the original quote, I stumbled upon another too-true thought of his:
Pour qu'une chose soit intéressante, il suffit de la regarder longtemps.Moving along, I laughed until I cried while discovering a recent blog of note, Cake Wrecks. The tartan wedding-cake fiasco is absolutely priceless. This is one blog that I read from front to back in its entirety.
Which then led me to Cakelava, cake decorators in Hawaii, whose work is completely at the other end of the spectrum. Pat thought the Tiki cakes were really cool, but then, who wouldn't?
On the main blogger page, you can see the names of blogs flash by as they are updated. Sometimes I click on one when the title appears promising. It's a hit or miss process, but in a relatively "miss" click, I found a link to a book whose concept is so insanely appealing I may just order it: A Field Guide to Weeds, by Kim Beck. Once again, my fondness for dandelions shines through.
What does this show? That I'm procrastinating again. I should be doing something more productive (it's been fairly quiet lately on the freelancing front, so I actually have my evenings to myself...W00t!) but then, isn't this what summer is for? And for my sake, please don't mention that September is just around the corner!
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
abstract art
Sometimes, technology provides things I'd never even thought of, much less wanted or needed. Case in point: my new digital camera features, among a plethora of special settings, a setting for fireworks. Whodathunk? So I tried it out at China's entry in the International des Feux de Montréal fireworks competition. Turns out that it does, in fact, yield really neat pictures, even though the long exposure time requires you to be very very still.
Among the more typical shots, though, a few appeared that almost transcended simple fireworks, into neat little displays of abstract art.
Among the more typical shots, though, a few appeared that almost transcended simple fireworks, into neat little displays of abstract art.
Then again, maybe it's just because I like dandelions.
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
words, words, words
I stumbled upon this little blog called Trois choses. Its greatness stems from the simplicity of its concept: each Monday, it publishes three words. Participants have one week to provide three photographs representing the three concepts.
Coincidentally, I graduated this week, and I was thinking of buying myself a new digital camera as a celebration and a promise, since we all know a picture is worth a thousand words...
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Coincidentally, I graduated this week, and I was thinking of buying myself a new digital camera as a celebration and a promise, since we all know a picture is worth a thousand words...
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Monday, June 9, 2008
another online art gathering
Yep, just like me to find something all of two days after it has occurred. In this case, it's a blog of note, and it was added the day before the blessed event. In my defence, I spent the weekend domesticating a new type of migraine, so I was nowhere near a brightly-lit 22" monitor.
Still, the idea of Drawing Day appeals to me immensely, so I still salute the efforts of the participants and put myself a reminder for next year :-)
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Still, the idea of Drawing Day appeals to me immensely, so I still salute the efforts of the participants and put myself a reminder for next year :-)
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
the cats
I said I would start doodling again, and here are the results of last night's The Ultimate Fighter and TNA Impact, so about 3 hours of highly interrupted work:
They are all portraits of the same cat (Rey Rey, or Timmy) sleeping on my lap, except the one on the bottom left, which is of another cat (Big Red, or Orange) sleeping flat on top of the sofa.
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
more art
I've been perusing the "blogs of note" archive, and I've found two more that struck my fancy. Both are art-based. They also sent me scrambling back to the Sketchbook Month blog, too. Mmmmmmm, yummy graphic goodness.
The Post-It Project
Papiers Collés
They also make me think my blog, even though it was started as a tool to help me develop discipline in writing, could stand a little more of my own art. I tend to be a really jill-of-all-trades-kinda-have-my-nose-in-all-kinds-of-different-things kind of person, and my blog doesn't really reflect that. Yet.
Something I have learned from the Post-It Project, though, is that I do actually suffer from "blank page syndrome"...not in writing, but in graphic arts. (I do mostly drawing, with some painting/multimedia stuff thrown in for variety.) And I am convinced it is a question of confidence. My drawings, when they do escape my brain, are small and timid. Now that that has reached my conscious mind, though, I'll try to work on it. Post-Its beware :D
As with my bio, more to come.
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The Post-It Project
Papiers Collés
They also make me think my blog, even though it was started as a tool to help me develop discipline in writing, could stand a little more of my own art. I tend to be a really jill-of-all-trades-kinda-have-my-nose-in-all-kinds-of-different-things kind of person, and my blog doesn't really reflect that. Yet.
Something I have learned from the Post-It Project, though, is that I do actually suffer from "blank page syndrome"...not in writing, but in graphic arts. (I do mostly drawing, with some painting/multimedia stuff thrown in for variety.) And I am convinced it is a question of confidence. My drawings, when they do escape my brain, are small and timid. Now that that has reached my conscious mind, though, I'll try to work on it. Post-Its beware :D
As with my bio, more to come.
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my feather header
I got to talking with Pat about the header of my blog earlier today. I had been slightly annoyed that the first time I had showed it to him, he had been fairly dismissive about it. But it turns out he went back to it and thought it was pretty cool.
So I showed him the original I had drawn, then scanned and Photoshopped into the result you see above. He was actually quite enthusiastic about my drawing, not even really believing I had drawn it. So, let the record show here, the original scanned version of my feather:
It was only once I uploaded it that I realized a black feather on a white background on a black blog background was just, well, iffy; it didn't flow with the rest. So that's when I further investigated the funkier aspects of Photoshop filters to come up with the more or less final version you see above.
I'm not saying it's a final final; I may have more ideas down the line.
I've looked at a lot of templates and backgrounds, only to always come back to the concept that I want my blog to be totally unique; this is not the greatest art out there, by any stretch of the imagination, but it is mine.
BTW, every time I open Photoshop CS2 (at home) or CS3 (at work), there's always a list of credits on the opening screen, which alternate from one time to the next. I can't help but smile every time I find the name of MeMe Rasmussen pop up; I can't help it, it's a great name! I'm not even sure if it's mister or missus! So, wherever you are, MeMe, hats off to you for making my day...
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So I showed him the original I had drawn, then scanned and Photoshopped into the result you see above. He was actually quite enthusiastic about my drawing, not even really believing I had drawn it. So, let the record show here, the original scanned version of my feather:
It was just a rapid sketch, really, just black Sharpie on the bottom of an already used page in a full sketchbook. I wasn't entirely thrilled with it, especially the text, so I figured I'd clean it up with Photoshop a little. Now, those skills being what they are, I fiddled around with the filters until I found something I thought was pretty neat, the "angled strokes" version:
It was only once I uploaded it that I realized a black feather on a white background on a black blog background was just, well, iffy; it didn't flow with the rest. So that's when I further investigated the funkier aspects of Photoshop filters to come up with the more or less final version you see above.
I'm not saying it's a final final; I may have more ideas down the line.
I've looked at a lot of templates and backgrounds, only to always come back to the concept that I want my blog to be totally unique; this is not the greatest art out there, by any stretch of the imagination, but it is mine.
BTW, every time I open Photoshop CS2 (at home) or CS3 (at work), there's always a list of credits on the opening screen, which alternate from one time to the next. I can't help but smile every time I find the name of MeMe Rasmussen pop up; I can't help it, it's a great name! I'm not even sure if it's mister or missus! So, wherever you are, MeMe, hats off to you for making my day...
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
and voilà
It's not perfect, but it is a start; I've freehanded and Photoshopped a little sumthin' for the blog header. Hope you like it; I'm actually rather fond of it.
In other news, I have now failed for the fourth time to download Hardy Heron. Dammit. Try again overnight. Wish me luck.
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In other news, I have now failed for the fourth time to download Hardy Heron. Dammit. Try again overnight. Wish me luck.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
evil translations
It's a good thing I only have a mildly addictive personality. I've started up a second blog, with a single topic: bad translations. You can read it at Evil Translations.
As a translator, and even as a mere consumer, I come across some really nasty pieces of language, whether in French or in English (my knowledge of Spanish is such that I wouldn't dare presume a text good or bad.) So here, I will expose them to the world (anonymously - all identifying characteristics will be replaced by XXX or some such.)
I've also used a different template and color scheme; as I discover the blogger universe, I realize this one is way over used by the emo/goth/depressed teenager variety. One day, I commit to fully customizing both of them, but for now, my spare time goes into writing, although these days I seem to be missing visual arts - drawing and painting, mostly. But a lot of my supplies have dried up, and I've always found it frustrating that I was unable to reproduce on canvas or paper what I saw in my mind's eye.
In six: Springtime - dogs outside, thoughts of gardening.
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As a translator, and even as a mere consumer, I come across some really nasty pieces of language, whether in French or in English (my knowledge of Spanish is such that I wouldn't dare presume a text good or bad.) So here, I will expose them to the world (anonymously - all identifying characteristics will be replaced by XXX or some such.)
I've also used a different template and color scheme; as I discover the blogger universe, I realize this one is way over used by the emo/goth/depressed teenager variety. One day, I commit to fully customizing both of them, but for now, my spare time goes into writing, although these days I seem to be missing visual arts - drawing and painting, mostly. But a lot of my supplies have dried up, and I've always found it frustrating that I was unable to reproduce on canvas or paper what I saw in my mind's eye.
In six: Springtime - dogs outside, thoughts of gardening.
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
blessed be the "next blog" button
...once again, the unmapped road led me to a discovery. Inspired by NaNoWriMo, a group started a "Sketchbook Month", in which they must fill a 100-page sketchbook within the now-traditional 30-day time limit. Although, come to think of it, they're doing it in May, so they get 31 days, the lucky dogs.
It seems to be picking up steam nicely, and it's already attracted a bunch of really talented people. It's a marvelous springboard blog, so go ahead, dive in!
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It seems to be picking up steam nicely, and it's already attracted a bunch of really talented people. It's a marvelous springboard blog, so go ahead, dive in!
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Monday, April 7, 2008
art, o art, wherefore art thou art
I discovered something, or rather someone, yesterday at the flea market and I forgot to write about it. Her name is Charlotte Nicolin, and she is a Swedish artist who has settled in Montreal. She does these pretty, bright, happy paintings of wildlife: birds, ladybugs, frogs, etc. Maybe it’s just because it was exactly the spirit I was rediscovering after months of hibernation, but she really struck my fancy.
I keep being torn between philosophies. On the one hand, my ecological/common sense (ECS) says I have two perfectly good mouse pads: plain black with white advertising on them, received as promotional items. Functional, yes, pretty, not by a long shot. On the other hand, I want to be surrounded with pretty things that make me smile, things I really enjoy. My eco-side wants to scream consumerism. My artistic side rails against boredom.
These two sides fight constantly. I had the same argument when I had to purchase a notebook as my writing journal. I wanted something pretty, something I would want to tote around and open and fill. I came home with an ecojot notebook, made of 100% post-consumer material. Sadly, it has been underutilized since I began to blog, but I will go through it eventually. In this particular case, ECS was content, but creative was slightly disappointed.
The only I way I seem to be able to bypass this is by getting these funky, enjoyable things as presents…for those who care, my birthday is July 27 ;D
But I digress. Getting back to enjoyable artwork, I thought I’d share some of the other artists whose work makes my heart sing. Now I’ll spare you how much I enjoy the great Masters (think TMNT, particularly Raphael), and how as a teenager, I chose to visit the Uffizi with our chaperones on an overcast day in Florence, rather than strike out on the town with my classmates, and how the nuns had to pull me out the room that housed Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus.” I still wonder whether it was really to get to the other masterpieces in the place, or because I was in awe before such a delightfully pagan piece. For the record, my favourites usually have a fine sense of line, as the aforementioned Raphael, Botticelli, Dürer, Dali, Mucha…
That probably also plays an important part in my enjoyment of comic book art and tattoo art. For comics, let me name Jae Lee’s ink work and Sam Kieth (my interest in comics peaked right around the birth of Image, so forgive me if I haven’t discovered the latest and greatest…), although I was also a big fan of Simon Bisley and Joseph Michael Linsner. As for tattoos, the realism of Tom Renshaw blows my mind, and at the other end of the spectrum, Yann Black, newly settled in Montreal at Glamort.
See here:
In six: Find old pedometer. Check batteries. Walk.
I keep being torn between philosophies. On the one hand, my ecological/common sense (ECS) says I have two perfectly good mouse pads: plain black with white advertising on them, received as promotional items. Functional, yes, pretty, not by a long shot. On the other hand, I want to be surrounded with pretty things that make me smile, things I really enjoy. My eco-side wants to scream consumerism. My artistic side rails against boredom.
These two sides fight constantly. I had the same argument when I had to purchase a notebook as my writing journal. I wanted something pretty, something I would want to tote around and open and fill. I came home with an ecojot notebook, made of 100% post-consumer material. Sadly, it has been underutilized since I began to blog, but I will go through it eventually. In this particular case, ECS was content, but creative was slightly disappointed.
The only I way I seem to be able to bypass this is by getting these funky, enjoyable things as presents…for those who care, my birthday is July 27 ;D
But I digress. Getting back to enjoyable artwork, I thought I’d share some of the other artists whose work makes my heart sing. Now I’ll spare you how much I enjoy the great Masters (think TMNT, particularly Raphael), and how as a teenager, I chose to visit the Uffizi with our chaperones on an overcast day in Florence, rather than strike out on the town with my classmates, and how the nuns had to pull me out the room that housed Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus.” I still wonder whether it was really to get to the other masterpieces in the place, or because I was in awe before such a delightfully pagan piece. For the record, my favourites usually have a fine sense of line, as the aforementioned Raphael, Botticelli, Dürer, Dali, Mucha…
That probably also plays an important part in my enjoyment of comic book art and tattoo art. For comics, let me name Jae Lee’s ink work and Sam Kieth (my interest in comics peaked right around the birth of Image, so forgive me if I haven’t discovered the latest and greatest…), although I was also a big fan of Simon Bisley and Joseph Michael Linsner. As for tattoos, the realism of Tom Renshaw blows my mind, and at the other end of the spectrum, Yann Black, newly settled in Montreal at Glamort.
See here:
In six: Find old pedometer. Check batteries. Walk.
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