“STARVING ARTIST”…..zuki says it’s letting hope overcome reason

Good Morning Visual Animals,

Well my son’s adventure in Sweden seems to be going well and please feel free to check on his adaptation to another culture on his & Bre’s blog   www.swenglish.us   The problem this has created for me his technical knuckleheaded father is my art web site is up but not complete.  He’s the only one that can get in and change things and in spite of my whining he’s yet to finish the new site.  So as a matter of desperation, and given the two or three of you reading this nuance have dwindled to one or two, I figure what the hell.  So until my new site   www.sublunarmudworks.com  is finished, I’m going to use my former venue of bombast to involve my vast audience with observations about trying to become a serious player in the local/national art scene.  It might be fun!  So before you dismiss the idea out of hand, check it out for a couple of weeks.

While the notion of being an ‘artist’ by itself tends to carry with it a predisposition toward elitism, but if one actually refers to themselves as one it takes on an air of pretense last found  in the “Bloomsbury Group.”  While this appeals to most creative people, members of the Bloomsbury Group actually produced a large body of work covering literary, philosophical, and the visual arts.  Yet considering themselves artists they didn’t escape criticism.  “The contempt or suspicion – the environment that a person or group creates around itself – is always a kind of alter ego, an essential and revealing part of the production.”  Wyndham Lewis

The reality of seeking this sort of voice and earning a living from it can at times be dire.  With millions of people seeking this ‘rarified air’ only a small percentage can actually make this claim, relegating the rest of we ‘Artists’ to the category of part time.  I would suggest to you this inner struggle of art versus working to continue, is reality for most!  

My work has been called ‘whimsical’ and that’s okay to categorize it that way, but doesn’t always fit.  I learned many years ago that perspectives and likes are as diverse as fingerprints.  When my work was selected to be part of my first exhibit I thought it would be interesting to go into the gallery at lunch time and eavesdrop.  While buoyed up by the complimentary remarks, it would tear my heart out when my work was verbally assaulted!  I soon stopped this practice as opinions seemed to be split 50/50 with very few being indifferent.

I’m from the school of thought that says in the end it matters little what my work means to me, rather, what it says to the viewer/patron is far more valid.