In respone to the previous blog

I think I have something a little in my gut that I feel I need to say.

After looking past my disgust for the art wold, and the bane emptiness that i see in it I have really done some self examining.

I really took a long hard look at why I'm an artist, and it has taken me to some places within myself that I have since started to work on. I'm trying to purge myself of all the create for attetion, fame, or fourtune that I let myself fall into. I am working myself back to a place this is both romantic and honest.

I need to create because it's my only way to make sense of the world around me, not to gain the affection of others. The ever fleeing feeling of importance that comes along with a great image has really become the focus of my creation, and i'm working on that.

I think artist need to be more true to themselves then any other people, and without complete honesty the artist's work becomes lesser. Like your favort local band signing to a label and changing their sound, or that kid in middle school that hated cheerleaders until one liked him.

Artist who are untrue lose respect in themselves, and in their work. Our generation simply can't afford that to happen...

This may be a bit heaver then what your use to

So, alot has been going on since my last post. I have had a couple of blogs brewing in my gut for a while now and I just found this online. It's one of a few blogs that I have been putting together mentaly for the past couple of weeks.

I may right a life update blog soon, but for now all I have is this. I didn't write this, by the language you should be able to tell that. I do however agree, and have had very much the same thoughts. The expression of it in this way couldn't fit my feelings any better though, so here it is.

If this offends you, then it probably should. I really think that is the whole point

You find this comment between other interesting comments here:

http://edwardwinkleman.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-still-being-only-whispered.html

"I am an artist and I am tired of spectacle.

I am fed up with 2 million plus dollars sculpture 'made' (by assistants, engineers, young artists) by persons with ex-modeling careers.

I am vaguely amused but oh so bored with pretty-boy nightingales with wide-open end-eyes and all that homosexual fucking into artstardom.

I am an artist with an MA and I am fed up of MAs and MFAs. I am bloody hell tired of meeting artists who have summarized their so-called statements to sound like cultural theorists.

I am absolutely horrified with artists with full time jobs who like secretaries know the language of how to write a good proposal that a critic-jury will approve.

I am most fed up with the utilitarian mindset that plagues us even deeper today it seems than ever.

I am tired of curators and their fingering masturbatory hand in all these...oh how they finger and finger the thing so that it may speak --and only speak-- precisely the distortions eminent in their own fastidious rhetoric.

I am no anti-intellectual but oh, how weary am I of artists who, listening incestous to curators rush about pretending art was some matter for sociology and the artist therefore, the sociologist-cultural-theorist.

I make art one may called visual but I know too visual art is and will never be near the power of poetry, the art of music nor even that of the novel. I know visual art is an industry brewed from a mesh of moneyed conceit being peddled by anxious-for-fame conceits.


Having said all these, I hereby DECLARE WAR ON ART.

I ask artists to say no to empty spectacle and sheer materialism;
I urge a move towards the romantic;
I urge a REFUSAL of our life as it is: GIVE UP your banal worries, your high-end rents apartments, your shallow living and expenses!
BE BOLD and have the courage to live by the spirit of art and ideas!


Make art, make it, make it towards great, meet with like-minds, stay up all night with madness and with the fever, drink wine, read voraciously, live simple!

LIVE AS ONE WITH THE BOLDNESS AND COURAGE TO BE A HUMAN BEING "

As Promised

I did decide to go out and shoot. I was just outside with the camera and was begining to get real discouraged because I really just couldn't find anything that sparked my interest.



I was getting ready to give up when I found this little guy! The guy from duke engergy was here and I heard him shut his car door so I ran around side the house to see who it was and almost steped on it. After some quick small talk he read our meter and left. So I guess I kinda owe this image to him, I wouldn't have ever ventured over to this side of the house without him.

As in anything, if it's worth doing it worth doing right, I was in and out of the house about three times to get this image. Every time I thought I got what I wanted I found some fundamental flaw in it, and had to go back outside and re shoot it. I'm pretty happy with the final image though. It is very grainy, but that is done on purpose I fell it helps create the mood of the image.

So yeah, there you have it.

You thought I was done

Well then,

Last time I wrote here there was 12 inches of snow on the ground, and I think today's high is in the lower 80's.

so It's been a while I guess. I don't really have an excuse why, I just didn't. I have been working at a steady pase on things, but the wonderful world of being an adult keeps getting in the way.

There is talk about moving the studio to another location here in town. We are getting married next May and need to find a place to live and work out of. We have found a wonderful little four room cottage that was built in 1900 and are trying to work out the logistics now of uptaining the loans to make it our home. Needless to say that is swallowing up most of my time.

Photography has all but stoped in my life for now, aside from client work I just have lacked the motavation to pick up my camera and do anything. I guess it may be the stress getting to me, but that is going to end soon. I need to create, it is the thing that bring balance to my life. I'm going to pick up my camera today I promise.

In other news, I have noticed some changes in myself recently. I guess as I grow old (I just turned 21 yesterday) I am growing more comfortable in my own skin. I think Cassie has alot to do with it. My passions are showing themselves to be more true, and with time more tested. I have heard the name "Greenie" thrown around the blogosphere a lot lately and I am starting to adopt that label for myself. I guess it's a mix of the word "green" and the word "hippie". I would say that I am very much both, and as it is my nature to want to classify everything and pick favorites I am ok with using popular lables to decribe myself.

This update isn't going to be a lone ranger I promise, it's about time to breathe some new life into this thing