Friday, April 29, 2016

Hey, so for a change I thought I'd try not to moan ...


One of many rape seed fields South Norfolk - early evening April 2016 (taken from inside car)
 
I've made contact with a few artists on Wordpres this week and it's encouraging to hear their opinions on the marketing of art and how much time it takes out of an artist's life to do the promotion/advertising/marketing/selling of your own work.  Some reckon as much as 50% of a professional artist's day is taken up doing these tasks.

But this is true for any type of cottage industry (even mega-industrial production lines) - producing the work shouldn't take up too much of the makers actual time, otherwise it's not cost effective (golden rule of business).  This is what's often put me off trying to do crafts and thinking I could make a living from that genre - unless you're mass producing on a conveyor belt type of system, you will not make any money and you definitely won't be competitive.

I suppose fine art is a different kettle of fish (sometimes) but there are a lot of artists out there (just look on eBay, Amazon, Saatchi, Art Gallery, Etsy, etc. etc.) who DO make work that looks like it's being done on a production line.  There are many really good artists who seem to stick to a set style in their pictures/paintings, maybe only varying colour and slightly altering composition. The reason for this is quite plain (to me), - they've hit upon a winning formula, the pictures sell well, so why deviate?  Why stray away from the norm?  Keep it all the same, or if you are going to make changes, keep them miniscule.   Don't tamper with it. If it's not fucked, don't fix it.

The problem with this approach, especially with regards fine art, is it results in a body of work that is basically just carbon copies of the original idea. I think that's so monotonous and detrimental to the entire creative process but that's just me.     


Anyways, I'm feeling a bit more upbeat than I was yesterday (i'm not bipolar btw) - we're all entitled to a bit of a moan from time to time.    And 'cos it's Friday, I needed a pick me up to end the week, so here you go all you pervs out there ...

Fixated, me?  Nah ...

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Changed, the template is ...

The other 'dynamic view' template was getting on my nerves, so I've reverted to ye olde template of note.  Sorry for the confusion but er deal with it.

Us and Them.

So I did a very big painting yesterday, well it's been in the making for a long time (a couple of years to be honest).   I've gotten some good responses of my Wordpress art bloggy thing but nothing like the responses I thought I'd get - weird.   It's not the best piece of art I've ever done but I like it at the moment, so it stays as it is.  But it seems to me that when I do little scribbles and doodles on pieces of paper, I get much more comment and 'likes' - I don't understand it at all.  

"Sea"  4 foot by 3 foot by 1 1/2 inches on stretched gallery wrap style canvas.

I was looking at some other art sites (again on Wordpress) and being the snobby know-it-all that I am sometimes, I'd like to say that some of the stuff I was looking at was downright crap, could have been done better by my grandson.   From one stroke doodles on a piece of paper, to splodges of paint randomly thrown at a canvas (been there, done that ... like when I was fourteen) ... And yet, there they are ... these non-artists (because that's how I perceive them) are getting thousands (yes, thousands) of followers and hundreds of comments on each post. And it's not like they have an 'edge' or are in any way creative in the way they string a post together, or that they have any mind-boggling profound utterances to impart on the rest of us mere mortals ... again, I don't get it.    It's depressing as all hell.

I analysed work done by one of my peers (again on Wordpress) who is a sweet person and I admire her attitude towards art.  I wanted to see how she was marketing her art and whether she was getting anywhere selling it.   She has a brilliant attitude towards her art but her stuff is technically naive and quite frankly third grade - high school kids do better work.   Yet there she is on Saatchi Online and other art websites marketing her stuff and to all intents and purposes, selling things as well - and not for a pittance either.   She has a massive ego and attaches words like, 'brilliant', 'breathtaking', 'stunning' to the descriptions of her work - I don't think these words apply to any of her paintings - but again, as they say in the old cliche, beauty is in the eye ...
 I'm coming across as really mean in this post and self-centred, bitchy, pouting and petulant, I know I am.  But it hurts.  I've been painting and creating art and struggling to find myself as an artist for almost 55 years, I actually was beginning to think last year that I'd eventually 'cracked it'.  But I'm no longer sure about that, I'm no longer sure about anything anymore.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

In the checkout lane ...

Ain't it weird how often people of advanced years just seem to have no concept of the 'queueing' system in shops?

I was at our local Cherry Lane (a hardware, plants, sells anything in a mishmash, masquerading as cheap kinda shop) standing there patiently waiting for the ladies at the two tills to finish what they were doing.  I'd been standing there at the beginning of the queue for about five minutes, so I was already getting a bit antsy (cos we all know how impatient I am). 

Along come these two biddies who must have had a collective age of about 160, pushing their trolleys which were laden up with all sorts of stuff.     They are sneaky, they use guerilla tactics these biddies do.  They don't waltz past quickly, they hesitate, stop and chat to whoever is standing around (but not the people in the queues), they appear to be ambling, browsing, not yet quite ready for the till and not seeming to notice that they are heading off in that general direction.   

The design of this particular Cherry Lane makes it damn near impossible NOT to realise that you are at the end of the shop about to go to the tills  - there's nowhere else to actually go, 'cos once you've done the tills you are at the back doors.  You'd have to be blind, daft or in the case of these two harridans, a biddy. 

So yeah, these two darling little 'ladies' (I use the word with great sarcasm and through clenched teeth),  wander in a daze up to the till, deliberatly oblivious to anyone else and proceed to unpack their trolleys.   The till attendant was too kind or deferential towards old folk (or maybe she was related, it's hard to tell here in Norfolk), so she didn't say anything to them about their obvious faux pas and social indiscretion, she didn't even look embarrased, she just launched into a conversation and began helping the two little old crones who I had decided, by then, were witches and hags.






Thursday, April 14, 2016

Feel so weird at the moment.
Like summat's going to happen
Summat good.

Friday, April 8, 2016

the randomness of being ...

Something that has really started to irritate me in recent months is people using the word 'random' as a noun.

"He was just a random"
"They met with some randoms"
"Oh, I don't know, she was just a random."

Please STOP IT!

Yes, okay.
Random is and always was an adjective. 
Although (quick Google) ... them darn internet fundis would have you believe that the word Random, was given noun status somewhere around the fourteenth century and that it came into prominence in popular culture in the Sixties - bollox.  I'm a child of the Sixties and nobody ever used the term, 'random' to describe an unknown person.
Lately, however, it seems everyone from school children to adults use the random word with merry abandonment to form nonsensical meaningless sentences and phrases - it's horrible, please stop.  Oh, I said that already.

Speaking of 'unsubs' ... (cough, splutter - what a leap)
Matthew Gray Gubler is now my favourite Hollywoody type of person.  I do so wish I was forty again, he'd be having all sorts of trouble with me.


Friday, April 1, 2016

More mumbo jumbo

I drew ye olde Knight of Pentacles (amongst other cards)  today in my Celtic cross tarot reading that I'm apt to do on a Friday afternoon ...
Image from Erik Dunne's artwork - check out his website http://elric2012.deviantart.com/
And according to my book of oracles and meanings (aka Tarot for Idiots vol 1 - or more commonly known as my diary) this means that:
 "A young man will bring me encouragement and friendship"
I can only wish it were someone like ol' Thom (below) ... 'cos as we alll know Radiohead ARE supposed to be releasing the next album any day now ...  


God, I am so tired of the waiting around, it'll probably be right crap and self-indulgent.  (i.e. totally the same as all other Radiohead albums hey? but that's the point).

Music doesn't mean anything anymore.
And it should.