Oct 12, 2008
My website revamped, finally
After a lot of tedious editing, I finally got the ugly duckling off the ground. Please visit http://www.orat.se, make a lonely webpage happy. Other than that, nothing much (still trying to treat this blog as a studio diary, but my propensity for procrastination makes this a very slow reader experience).
Oct 6, 2008
More on the Salon
So, the party´s over and my poor darling picture hangs there, surrounded by the offal of local art. The guy next to me boasts having renewed art by utilizing something he calls "vegetable oil colour". Further away glows tepees of the American Indian persuasion, adorned with the glow of escaping spirits.
In front of my painting hangs two tinted photographs depicting a man in various stages of constipation, although the titles suggest that he is either Hamlet or communing with some deity. A good thing with painting is that if you´re really, really bad, chances are that your shitty content drowns in your shitty craftsmanship. Photography, alas, does not have that benevolent hiding power.
When doing jury work myself at salons, I often noticed that there is a correspondence between the seriousness of the works subject matter and the quality, or should I say, a negative correspondence. The crappiest works tend to deal with things like man´s eternal spirit, the profound qualities found in undisturbed nature and power seeping down from the Universe, while worthy works of art is more about ephemeral entities like shoes, dirt and cigarette butts. Is this a shortcoming in Art, this inability to cover the Grand Themes without belly flops? Memo to self: produce a Profound Painting over a Really Grand Subject next week.
The lesser aesthetically fine tuned might interject that my art inhabits Crappyland already when fiddling with little things in life, but I forgive you. Without means to kill you, I choose to forgive you.
In front of my painting hangs two tinted photographs depicting a man in various stages of constipation, although the titles suggest that he is either Hamlet or communing with some deity. A good thing with painting is that if you´re really, really bad, chances are that your shitty content drowns in your shitty craftsmanship. Photography, alas, does not have that benevolent hiding power.
When doing jury work myself at salons, I often noticed that there is a correspondence between the seriousness of the works subject matter and the quality, or should I say, a negative correspondence. The crappiest works tend to deal with things like man´s eternal spirit, the profound qualities found in undisturbed nature and power seeping down from the Universe, while worthy works of art is more about ephemeral entities like shoes, dirt and cigarette butts. Is this a shortcoming in Art, this inability to cover the Grand Themes without belly flops? Memo to self: produce a Profound Painting over a Really Grand Subject next week.
The lesser aesthetically fine tuned might interject that my art inhabits Crappyland already when fiddling with little things in life, but I forgive you. Without means to kill you, I choose to forgive you.
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