A bit more: be incredibly opportunistic and on the hunt for places that can use your art. Be hard on yourself. Shun all the woo woo vagueness that people tell artists: “fulfilling your dreams”, “nurturing your creativity”, the whole lot of that. It…
“To be successful you have to be selfish, or else you never achieve. And once you get to your highest level, then you have to be unselfish. Stay reachable. Stay in touch. Don’t isolate.”—Michael Jordan
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that relate to those who are loved and those who are real friends.
For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.
Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.
Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptances of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.
Art is both love and friendship and understanding: the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of things. It is more than kindness, which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is a recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the interrelations of these.
”—Letter from Ansel Adams to Cedric Wright, June 10, 1937
went outside again after the drizzle with my leica m8 in tow to take some photo notes of some architectural details. meanwhile, i was recalling a magazine interview of an artist. he said something to the effect of resigning from trying to find inspiration in exotic places. instead he challenged himself to find them outside his studio, taking the most mundane subjects and turning them into a great art subject. i like this challenge. it’s fun and insightful. going to try a few different takes on these.
it was encouraging to give solicited advise to a fellow artist who is concern with being confident that she paints on a quality substrate prepared for longevity. I think this is an often overlooked aspect in making art to sell.
pondering about painting realism or impressionism. many of the paintings i admire span from classical to abstract. the four key things i notice in the works that i admire are their artists’ masterful control of colors, tools, materials, and composition. everything working in beautiful unison to describe their vision, thoughts, and feelings of their subjects. this, i’m convince, is art. it’s not some random splatter, because a trillion monkeys randomly banging away on a typewriter will NEVER produce a work barely resembling a paragraph penned by Shakespeare.
anyway, working on improving color vocabulary (hue, chroma, and values) and usage, and composition.
“We must allow ourselves to think, we must dare to think, even though we fail. It is in the nature of things that we always fail, because we suddenly find it impossible to order our thoughts, because the process of thinking requires us to consider every thought there is, every possible thought. Fundamentally we have always failed, like all the others, whoever they were, even the greatest minds. At some point, they suddenly failed and their system collapsed, as is proved by their writings, which we admire because they venture farthest into failure. To think is to fail, I thought.”—Thomas Bernhard, Extinction (via nelmezzodelcammin)