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Random musings and observations on the art world
          
Bish Bash Bosh! No easels for me
I don't always paint on the floor although, as you can see from the picture above, it's the only way to get big paintings done. There's something very basic and pure about laying out a piece of canvas out in front of you. A blank space to create - there's nothing like it. Mind you, I always find it daunting when I arrive at this point, even when I know what I want to paint. I'm always wary of what I'm going to produce. Ironically things seldom turn out the way I plan it in my head. I'm always surprised by the direction the painting takes me - almost unconsciously steering me in odd directions. Click the heading to read more...
The Great Modern Art Paradox
Recent times have seen the Banksy phenomenon - famed for his originality above his artistic license - and to a greater or lesser degree he Modern Art pollcok, hirst, warhol, perryhas helped raise the profile of modern art, irrespective of how he categorizes his own work. Yet his star, for now, shines on it's own. We have the headline makers as always for sure but even artists with shock value and a rebellious streak have toned down their work recently to help connect them back with their public admirers and buyers alike - partly I suspect to play it safe during the economic downturn. It does appear that people are cautious about lashing out on whacky or cutting edge pieces. Read between the lines of the auction reports and reviews and you find some interesting undercurrents about the direction modern art is going.
Penguins of the Apocalypse – what was I thinking?
Sooner or later I'm bound to talk about paintings, it's inevitable. However, I tend to see the process of creating art in a slightly absurd and warped perspective. This has been demonstrated perfectly during the creation of Penguins of the Apocalypse, the painting you see attached to this post. It is an interestingly titled work isn't it? I may like to point out that I didn't begin by imagining a line of penguins wandering meaninglessly through a nuclear holocaust - that would make me just plain weird. The question beckons though: What was I thinking?I mean, the poor creatures are used to the sub-zero temperatures aren't they so how on earth could I explain their sudden arrival into a scene reminiscent of Judgment Day. I mean, when your life is lying in tatters, your skin is peeling from radiation burns and your rad count disappears off the end of the Geiger counter the very last thing you can expect to see is a bunch of bloody penguins wandering through the chaos. Where would they get fish from in a post-nuclear society?Penguins of the Apocalypse
Now where did I leave my inspiration?
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