I was just outside, standing and thinking about Cezanne, who used to spend all day long everyday outside painting his heart out.
Is that what a man is, standing outside and observing the world? It could be. There might not be anything else to do except to stand out there and paint. To me, that kind of makes sense.
Plein Air painting isn't all that fashionable these days. The kids like all that graffiti and hip hop stuff which I don't seem to care for much unless it is painted well. Most of it, I don't care at all, because the information for those paintings don't seem to be too interesting to me.
"Okay, so you don't comprehend English that well, and you live in the urban landscape, and you like cartoons, and you write graffiti in bathrooms and on public walls, and that is a life."
I don't seem to get it, and gangsta rap hasn't influenced me all that much. I just hardly care. So I rebel against all that stuff, and I know how unpopular that is, but just because all of the cattle are there, doesn't mean I have to join them. I don't see what the point is.
I'm the kind of person to go on my own secret journey. It's my life, so I can do what I want with it. I don't see why I have to follow the pack at all. There is no need for that.
Of course, my biggest problem right now is my lack of income. I'm going to have to do something about that soon, or die.
I have to go home and make some phone calls right now, so even that is an interruption to my writing. I just want to be free to write and create, and there always seems to be something in the way of that.
I was just thinking about how we never really had a music room in our house. We had a baby grand piano, but things were never really set up where someone could really jam out on an instrument of his/her choice.
Some households have the music room set up as a necessity.
It just depends on the household, I guess.
Our priority room was the television room.
That is sad, or, it is just the American Way.
I figure with all of my blog entries that all I have to do is write them, and then later, when I reread them, I can make changes as I think best.
That is what I like about electronic publishing, is the ability to always be able to edit the material.
I guess my death is my final deadline. After that, nothing will be changed.
Well, I have my work cut out for me today, I guess I had better get on it.
I have videos to make. I don't know what my next one will be. I have some new footage, so maybe I will just use that.
To get into 'video-making mode' is its own thing. It is quite different than writing a blog.
Another thing I like about blogs is that it is an 'endless page'. You never have to change the paper, and you never need a new typewriter ribbon.
That part of it is really nice.
Oh yeah, no need for 'white out' ever again, thank god.
Also, no need for stacks of paper with writings on it that you will never look at again. God knows I have enough of that stuff.
So what is the point of art? I don't know anymore. The world has changed.
There actually is a lot happening in The Art World, but one thing I am sure, is that it will never occupy people's minds like it does The Sports World, which seems to be all encompassing.
The Sports World is a gaseous giant like Jupiter. In comparison, The Art World seems to be like The Cold World of Pluto. Go there to see some art, and also get some attitude.
That is one of my problems with The Art World. They should be thankful to anyone entering a gallery or museum, as in, being really nice and considerate. Instead, you sometimes get judged and you get an attitude lip from somebody. That has been my experience at times, and I'm an artist. They should be kissing my ass, because it is people like me that even gives them product to sell.
I have met some really nice people in The Art World, too, though. Some really good people.
If The Art World wants to survive, they ought to treat everyone super nice, because their future depends on it, and I'm not joking.
Galleries close their doors right and left all the time, if they even manage to survive the first year.
The Art Business is tough. Good sales can come in periodically, but often not in a sustainable amount.
To even have an art show in a gallery, the printing of the cards, and mailing them out can get quite expensive right off the bat. Then there is the wine, the coordination of events, and the overhead. It all gets pricey, so unless a gallery has financial backing, the chances are slim that it will survive.
Some galleries are very commercial in the hopes that they will sell a lot, but then they end up showing and selling a bunch of nice but crappy art which to this viewer, seems very superficial. I've seen a lot of galleries like that.
There is an audience for that kind of art, though, because, this is America, and we don't always have good taste. That much is true.
Caricatures?
Wow, here is a caricature from Pompeii of a politician. Just a simple cartoon of somebody, but it works ever so well. It's probably the only thing that exists of that person, a satirical drawing on a wall that I only discovered because of my curiosity for knowledge.
I guess it is more important to be remembered as a dick politician than forgotten in the waste sand bins of time.
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