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art is not precious – Mercredi Express #7

I DESTROYED three drawings last week and it felt GREAT

I’m in the final weeks of a drawing class at Washtenaw Community College which has been a great experience. It’s all done through Zoom and it’s given me an opportunity to connect with other artistic humans a couple times a week during the Miasma. I’ve learned some new techniques and actually DONE techniques I only read about. I’ve also drawn a few pieces I really like… and created some rather mediocre failures. I comfort myself with the statistic that rough half of any group will be, by definition, below average. This week’s assignment was to DESTROY three of these lackluster creations and assemble the parts into a collage.

I had to double-check with the teacher before I cut into the first one. It’s REALLY okay to cut apart something I did for class, something I did for CREDIT? I needed explicit permission from an authority figure. Seems like there’s an insight there.

Then, I attacked my portfolio rejects with great zeal.

First on the chopping block was a contour drawing of a pumpkin. We did four on the same page, each from a different view. The page documented my learning process accurately, which is to say, the first two were horrible. Instead of describing a three dimensional form by wrapping lines around its contours, these looked like flat pumpkin shapes with stripes. The third attempt more or less worked though the angle made it difficult to identify the object. The fourth pumpkin popped off the page if only by comparison. I’m making it sound like M.C.Escher’s drawing of a reptile pattern that gradually gains three dimensional form to strut off the page with a puff of arrogant dragon smoke. Trust me, it was not. My scissors rescued the pumpkin that popped.

Then I grabbed an arm from a perspective drawing. This assignment was to draw a bottle, an arm and a shoe, all in foreshortened perspective. Hard-core geometric perspective is one of those techniques that I’d read about but never really attempted before this class. I have genuinely enjoyed using sight lines and vanishing points to make spaces appear to open on the page… and this assignment hit during a hard week. I was rushed to get my drawings in on time and it showed. The line quality of my foreshortened arm in particular was a skittering mass of scribbles, though the form effectively receded in space. Snip, snip. It was free.

The final image I sacrificed came from the beginning of the semester, when we practiced varying the thickness of a line throughout the same stroke to gain confidence using our pencils. The subject matter was up to us; we just needed to fill a whole page. The class uses a very skills-focused, Bauhaus-inspired curriculum and even so, every section features moments for whimsy, creativity and expression. I missed Dom’s Bakery doughnuts — which I haven’t had all through lockdown — so I made a doughnut floating in a weird, pseudo-perspectival background. The doughnut was solid… and the attempt at creating depth was flat out wrong. It had looked good enough at the time, and in a few weeks, I learned how to use true perspective construction to accomplish what I’d intended. I saved the doughnut with a few cuts.

The real fun started as I assembled these salvaged parts on a new page. Once I got a good dynamic composition and committed to it with a glue stick, I made the line quality more consistent. I added contour lines to the arm and I added tonal shading to the doughnut and pumpkin. By the end of class, I was literally humming with excitement at my absurd alien doughnut-based life form harvesting a jack-o-lantern. Or is it extending a divine spark of carbohydrate?

This assignment reminded me how much FUN the process of making art can be and the key was destroying previous attempts to make something better. I was getting stuck with the idea that “artists make art” — and “art” is work that is successful, competent, assured, confident, profound… which my work this semester was not.  I learned a better, less grammatically correct idea is that “artists do art.” It’s akin to Seth Godin’s expression that “real artists ship” which also conveys the sense of creation, of making, of getting something out the door, not waiting for perfection. What I’m doing does NOT have to be ART for me to be an artist. It can be horrible messy, disgusting, lame, poorly conceived… Getting beyond an outcome focus allowed me to be fully present and  in “flow” 

We “fail” for all sorts of reasons – we’re learning, we’re rushed, we don’t have enough information – and sometimes, we find chances to use bits of those “failures” in something entirely new.
 
WHAT IS SOMETHING PRECIOUS YOU COULD DESTROY?I As much fun as it was to create something new from the salvaged parts, I also know it’s freeing to simply let some work go. What’s a creative way you’ve gotten rid of work to clear room for more creativity and production? Giving it away is always an option. What’s your favorite way to “spring clean?”
There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING new in my ON-LINE ART STORE this week, though I still have a few prints of the “Lemon Skull” painting shown here. I have an odd affection for this piece, partially due to the bright colors and partially due to that goofy grin. I painted it on particle board and the texture shows through even in the archival giclée print. I’ve been busy varnishing and framing a couple small pieces… and painting a portrait of a friend. I plan to have a full refresh of work by the first week of March so keep checking.
It’s halfway to Hallowe’en so I painted this 3″ x 4″ study of a pumpkin this week just to remind me. Boo!
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a trouble with bad – Mercredi Express #6



Friends of mine love bad movies. They enjoy laughing at failed special effects, improbably motivated dialogue, absurd situations. They gather on Zoom or in rec rooms to heckle the screen with commentary every bit as witty as Mystery Science Theatre. (I have some extremely clever friends, by the way.) And I “get it,” — please invite me to the next screening!  We are surrounded by crappy exploitation/entertainment products, swimming in them, drowning in them. They appear relentlessly and there is power in choosing how we react. What I hate is how our hip decision to read these works creatively has itself become a market and a reason to make more crap. Our mockery made possible “Sharknado.” 

It’s enough to make me cynical about being cynical.

Because there are many “bad” movies that I genuinely love. The picture above is based on Tor Johnson in Ed Wood’s “Plan Nine from Outer Space” which I kind of love. As a movie, it is not masterful or even successful on any level, but it feels authentic. What little I know about Ed Wood’s life and work come from the far more successful movie “Ed Wood” directed by Tim Burton. I watch it every year to renew my sense of naive optimism which I feel is essential to creativity. The closing line of the movie sticks with me. Wood is settling in to watch the world premiere of Plan Nine and he says to himself, with genuine satisfaction,“This is the one. This is the one I’ll be remembered for.” The irony of his statement is that Plan Nine was later named the Worst Movie Ever Made by a couple critics in the mean-spirited Hollywood old boys network. It gave Wood’s work perhaps undeserved notoriety. I probably never would have seen Plan Nine if not for that reverse publicity.

The trouble with “bad,” for me, is when folks call an artwork “bad” primarily to dismiss folks who like it. “Don’t yuck someone else’s yum” expresses this sense. There are many shades of yuck, too. From self-aware trolling to self-oblivious comments when viewers just don’t get it. Some works are weird, hard-to-classify or just out of their time. To really be doing art, maybe as opposed to exploitation/entertainment, means your work will be misunderstood at least some of the time. And some works – lots of them, maybe MOST artwork at any moment – is simply not meant for you. Instead of jumping to label it bad, maybe be a better use of time to look for artwork that IS meant for you. 

It’s never been easier to find.

 WHAT MAKES YOU GO YUM? I love getting clarity on what I love and then focusing in on the aspects that make it so yum-worthy. I like to believe that this clarity and focus will help me attract more delight into my life, or at least recognize it when it appears.
One astute reader last week noticed that my Blue Mama stickers and magnets were NOT YET available in my ON-LINE ART STORE — To make amends, I will send one FREE to anyone who emails me their physical mailing address. Just tell me magnet or sticker.And from now on, anytime I SAY that a work is NOW AVAILABLE in the store and it is not, the first person to reply to my email WINS THE ARTWORK. I may ask the winner to pay for postage. That should keep things interesting.
I promised that this month would be “Monkey March” and I simply did not deliver so here are a couple apes from my archives. The one on the bottom mashes up a 70’s Dirty Harry hairstyle, riffing on the “damned dirty ape” idea.”You feel lucky, punk?”
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losing my head – Mercredi Express #5




Losing my head
…to Find my Work

Long-time subscribers will know my fondness for painting “tiny goddesses” (Check out an earlier newsletter about them here) These small studies let me let me settle into the work of painting. They allow me to forget the concerns I have outside the studio and set an intention for my session. Technically, I can practice wrapping light and dark tones around a shape to give the sense of a form. And I remember what it feels like to hold a brush. More spiritually, when I’m painting these ancient sculptures, I feel like I’m connecting with an artist from eons past. I’ve painted dozens of these little pieces and this particular one, “Blue Mama,” is where it all started.

This little goddess appeared when I was just showing up to do the work, not expecting anything great to happen. I mixed a couple shades of blue and started painting on the back of a failed painting that I’d cut up, rather irregularly (!), into practice panels. I was still learning to start with the darks and gradually move toward the lights, and I remember feeling rather amazed when the process worked, when the figure emerged. It felt like she rose out of the panel.

Blue Mama arrived when I was painting, not when I was worrying about painting. It felt significant that she did not have a head — and not just a chill reminder that misogynist violence against women even extends to representations of women. Sometimes for me to really embody my sense of creative abundance, the generosity I need to create, I need to lose my head. I was doing the Work, not the Worry.

Peter Elbow in his book “Writing Without Teachers,” describes two “games” artists can play with their work, the Believing Game and the Doubting Game. The believing game is that first flush of creativity, the divergent thinking where everything seems to fit into the work. It’s like being in love in Paris in the Springtime, drunk on new relationship energy. The Doubting game is that of shaping, cutting out, modifying and refining, measuring and testing. It’s like the love of an elderly partner regularly counting out a week’s pills for their Beloved. The Believer takes the lead during a first draft; the Doubter gets one through revision. Elbow’s point, I think, is they’re best done separately, alternating on the path to a final draft. I find these games both useful, especially as descriptions of extremes on a continuum. 

When I “lose my head,” I am NOT advocating for Believing over Doubting. Both Elbow’s games ask deeply artistic questions. They are games to stay IN the work. The head I lose helps me avoid another game, a head-game: Worry. Worries range from the obvious to the insidious, and they ALL lead away from the work. Blue Mama reminds me that sometimes something wonderful happens when I show up and stay in the work. 

HOW DO YOU STAY IN THE WORK? I am no poster child for worry management though I do have a couple tricks for when I find it hard to leave life concerns at the studio door. When I’m painting, I currently find an audiobook works – shout out to long-winded epic fantasy, in particular. My critical worrying brain loves to keep track of character names and places. When I’m writing, I find listening to groove-oriented jam-band instrumentals effective – shout out to Ozric Tentacles, in particular. These tricks are working for me right now… and they might not work for you. What does?


Would you like a reminder to “Do the Work, not the Worry?” I have made STICKERS and MAGNETS of Blue Mama and I will gladly send one for FREE to any newsletter subscriber. Just reply to this email address with a physical mailing address, and your choice of a sticker or magnet.
Blue Mama stickers and magnet are also available in my ON-LINE ART STORE . Here’s a tip to Newsletter Subscribers: make a note about your favorite button, sticker or magnet when buying a print or original, and you might find one tucked in with your order.
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“There Stands the Glass” Mercredi Express #4

There Stands the Glass
There are LOTS of songs about drinking, and in honor of St Patrick’s Day, let me share one of my favorites, “There Stands the Glass.” Webb Pierce had a hit with it back in 1953… and I cannot write that title without hearing his lilting, plaintive voice. Here’s a link to Pierce singing it on the Grand Ole Opry, so maybe it’ll catch in your brain as well. Wanda Jackson did a more smoky, sultry version in 1968 and Wikipedia informs me that nearly a dozen other performers have recorded it over the years.

Though it is technically a song about drinking (or preparing to drink), it is also a song about looking and about projecting a future mental state. That first, full glass will “ease my pain” and “settle my brain.” I find the candor of the lyrics almost embarrassingly direct, possibly because I grew up in a household devoid of alcohol, let alone this particular mental state. Yet it strikes me as familiar.

There is some similarity between an alcoholic and a working artist. Both have a practice, something done regularly if not daily. The key may be a physical trigger. For me, the smell of the solvent – the allegedly “odorless mineral spirits” – has an effect of settling my brain or at least of helping me settle in to work. For some artists, it’s the smell of pencil shavings or even sense of place, of just being in the studio. I’ve heard that real alcoholics call St Patrick’s Day “amateur hour.” For a working artist, doing the work is not a special occasion; it’s just what we do.

I illustrated today’s post with a sketch I painted for this occasion; it’s 6” x 6” oil on panel and like the song, it’s my first one. I have MUCH to learn about adding life, not just detail, to a still life. Even more than this Emerald Isle holiday, I was inspired mostly by the small still life paintings of Neil Carroll. Carroll is a real working artist, who sends out a nearly daily email featuring a new alla prima depiction of the small joys of every day, say, a dish of flowers. My favorites are his depictions of alcohol, a glass of stout or ale in various stages of consumption, or a shot of whisky. They are loose, impressionistic and full of energy. The foam is often a thick dollop of impasto paint. Not unlike the standing glass from the song, Carroll’s alcohol portraits make me thirsty… for paint. What triggers YOU to get into your practice?

Or to ask the same question backwards, do alcoholics ever get “alcohol block” like writers get writer’s block? Are there activities that give you pleasure and fulfillment that you inexplicably find difficult to do on a regular basis? What could be the positive intent behind that resistance?

P.S. Let me share another favorite song about drinking, Mary Gauthier’s “I Drink.” Read about its backstory at this link.
I added three fun items to the on-line store this week; a sticker, a magnet and a button with more designs soon to follow. I think my favorite is the Blue Cicada magnet pictured here. The original painting now hangs in the home of a dear friend, but I think these crunchy little darlings would look great crawling across anyone’s fridge or any metallic appliance. I’ve got two on my car’s gas cap cover. Why wait for 17 years when you can have your own colorful infestation?

Check out the “Fire Skull” button and the “Smiling Sabre Tooth” sticker by clicking on my ON-LINE ART STORE . Here’s a tip to Newsletter Subscribers: make a note about your favorite button, sticker or magnet when buying a print or original, and you might find one tucked in with your order.
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Look Again, Listen Again Mercredi Express #3


The Small Wonders Detroit show of 2019 was the first curated, gallery exhibit where I showed my work. The opening was a great night that I shared with friends and loved ones, and my piece sold even before I arrived at the gallery. But the MOST remarkable part of the evening had absolutely NOTHING to do with me or my art, and it’s an experience I treasure to this day.


The Small Wonders call for submissions asked artists to produce a work that fit within rather modest dimensions (4” x 5” as I recall) AND to create a shipping box for it. I took as much delight crafting this box as I did in framing my piece! When drop-off day arrived, these dimensions were carefully enforced. The check-in clerk wielded a ruler and I quipped “Is it to rap the knuckles of artists who didn’t read the guidelines?” 

“You wouldn’t believe what folks have tried.”

In truth, I WOULD believe it because I’ve edited several anthologies and easily half the submissions wildly ignored our guidelines. Suffice to say, Readers are Leaders… or at least have a better chance of getting work accepted.

I find the Small Wonders concept delightful on several levels. As an artist, it’s a productive challenge to create works within fixed limitations. As a viewer, this change of scale presents an invitation to look closer at things easily overlooked. Furthermore, smaller scale pieces often are reasonably priced, and I am a fan of anything that gets more original art on more folks’ walls. 

The opening night festivities featured tiny works on the walls, extremely short movies playing in a small auditorium…

…And a live performer. A karaoke singer.

He was not a very good karaoke singer, from what I could tell. A passably good voice but he was so socially awkward I found him painful to watch for more than a few seconds. Spectators were even laughing at him! I spent most of his first set hiding in a different room to avoid vicarious embarrassment. While I hid, I had several conversations with other artists — which is one of my favorite parts of any gallery show. During one chat, the topic came up of Satori Circus, a remarkable Detroit-based performer. (Seriously, check him out: http://satoricircus.com/) Satori Circus performs clever and wise, physically rich, mime-based pieces, wearing a distinctive style of face paint.

The other artist said, “You know that’s him, right? Performing in the other room.”

I squinted, uncomprehending. “I thought it was Konrad Lee.”

“Yeah, that’s his alter-ego.”

My mind was quietly blown. The next set, I sat in the front row center and was delighted by Konrad Lee’s brilliant recital of social awkwardness and nervous behavior. He performed a wild and weird variety of songs, each with a collection of carefully acted tics and forced musical groove. It was hilarious and poignant and quite masterfully done.

And I almost missed it entirely! I brought enough of my own social anxiety to the performance to effectively block my ability to take in what was really happening. The chance comment gave me a new pair of glasses, in effect, and helped me see the show. This effect could be alienating, like an “in-joke” only funny to those “in the know,” but that’s not what happened here. I suspect if I’d actually taken the time to watch the act, using enough courage to be emotionally and aesthetically vulnerable, I would have picked up on Konrad Lee’s act. I still take delight at how I experienced two different performers that night, all due to the furniture inside my head.

When have you allowed yourself to be vulnerable while experiencing new work? Did someone need to coach you to try? Did it pay off? What did you learn about yourself AND the work?
I painted four pieces for Small Wonders 2019. They use a similar color palette and have the same scale as the one I finally exhibited (and sold.) The three remaining pieces – “Grin #2, “Grin #3” and “Grin #4” – are available in my online store. They are reasonably priced because they are unframed… and because they are small wonders.

I continue to add items to my ON-LINE ART STORE as pieces sell so check back frequently.
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Monkey See… Mercredi Express #2

Planet of the Apes (1968) was my Star Wars (1977), a science-fantasy epic that I watched WAY too young to understand fully but which continues to shape my worldview. I saw it all chopped up with commercials on broadcast TV and that still did not dull the effect of the wonderfully jarring, beautifully alien score by Jerry Goldsmith or that Rod Serling inspired script. At my first viewing, I’d not seen The Twilight Zone, so POTA might have been my first taste of a bizarre narrative twist, that shift in perspective that changes everything. I was hooked.

And I’ve stayed hooked, in one way or another. From my current interests in New Weird fiction and Imaginative Realist painting, back to my graduate work studying Bertolt Brecht and his alienation/estrangement technique (Verfremdunseffekt) to my home decorating aesthetic of Wonderful Oddities, I owe a profound debt to those “damned dirty apes” and the sensation of productive surprise.

Is a synopsis needed? – A human astronaut, Taylor, crashes on a desolate planet. He easily reconciles himself to his fate, never to return to Earth, stating “Somewhere in the Universe, there has to be something better than man. Has to be!” Taylor discovers humans on this planet who live wild and free without the strictures of civilisation or language. He soon finds himself captured by armed, horse-riding gorillas and subjected to scientific experiments by curious, somewhat compassionate chimpanzees. Taylor attempts to gain freedom through appeal to the administrative orangutan class, fails and uses force to escape… alas, only to find a bizarre realization about humanity and destiny in the film’s final moments.

Though POTA is best remembered for the final reveal — do I really have to warn of spoilers after half a century? — delightful turns are sprinkled throughout the movie. Even as a kid, I got the joke when the orangutan politicos adopt the pose of “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” The scene where the gorilla hunters pose for a photograph with a pile a dead human “game” gives a more chilling punchline. In the image above, I sketched Zira, one of the curious scientific chimpanzees, as she herself experiences a shift of vision. It occurs in the movie just after Zira discovers that Taylor, a mere human animal, can talk. It’s a moment when her whole worldview is challenged, and Zira is presented with an opportunity to see things differently. Zira largely rises to the challenge and confronts the power structure of her simian world in order to gain rights for Taylor. (There HAS to be fan-fiction somewhere telling the whole story from Zira’s point of view — if you know of it, please share.) To twist the adage, “Monkey sees differently, monkey DOES differently.”

To this day, I cherish moments when a narrative turns radically and in a surprising direction; that is, I enjoy them when they appear in art. When such disruptions, such opportunities for radical change appear in life, I fear I react more like Cornelius, Zira’s partner, who as I recall, would rather keep such revelations purely on the level of scientifically detached knowledge. Cornelius, come to find out, has discovered archeological evidence of intelligent humans which he hasn’t widely published for fear of reprisal. Cornelius prefers to see… and not do. In my actual life, I suspect I’m often more like Cornelius, sometimes like Zira, and hardly ever been actually threatened existentially like Taylor.

I painted this sketch of Zira early in the Miasma of 2020. It’s 4” x 5” oil on panel. I was inspired by a challenge from Michell Avery Koncyk (https://www.michelleaveryart.com/  who’s on Instagram as velvetmush) She intended to get through lockdown by painting a picture of an eye every day, and she encouraged other artists to do the same. I painted over a dozen eyes, from Neil Gaiman, Bela Lugosi, Tor Johnson to friend’s selfies and the self portrait I use as a logo. As studies, some worked better than others, and I learned a lot, mostly about what I yet need to learn. I respond well to dares and challenges, so I’m setting myself a “Monkey March” for my personal artwork. Fair warning: there may be more simian smiles in coming newsletters.

Is Productive Surprise what you need for yourself and your work?

When was the last time your own work surprised you? Were you open to changing your perspective and work habits? If your current project turned to you right now and spoke, what might it say? What are other radically different ways to consider what you do, ways that could open it up to be more productive, more just and inclusive, more fun…? How many different ways of seeing could you list in, say, five minutes with a pad and pen? Come up with something great? Share it with the “Email Me” button below

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Tiny Goddesses Mercredi Express #1

You could say I’ve been “into” older women recently… specifically Paleolithic women memorialized in carved stone. The subject of the paintings shown above is the “Venus of Willendorf,” though there are many similar figures dating from 10,000 to 30,000 years ago. They are frequently called “Venus figurines,” though they predate temple worship of the specific deity Venus by several millennia. The original Willendorf carving is 4.4” tall which is not that much larger than the 3” x 4” panels I’ve been using.

Though scholars continue to debate the original significance of these figures, they function as tiny goddesses in my work. I paint them partially as a meditative practice, partially to warm up for longer painting sessions. I use the largest brush I can manage on these small panels, in order to focus on simplification, on describing the form with the fewest number of strokes necessary. The original sculptures are small yet their gestures are fluid and eloquent, their forms convey a definite personality. Since my work in recent months has focused on the human form, I feel a spiritual kinship across the millennia to whomever crafted them.

Painting these tiny preparatory studies has helped me learn to look past the details to see the simple elegance in shape. I am reminded of the 80/20 Pareto principle, the notion that 80% of the impact often comes from 20% of the effort. Effective work is not always a matter of piling on more minutiae. And oddly enough, it’s taken me months of work to begin to approach that kind of elegant simplicity.

Would something similar work for you and your work?

Could you better grasp your “big picture” by “going small?” Are there details getting in the way of the overall gesture? Can you convey your current project in a single sentence? A single word? It might take an hour of writing and revising to capture it… and that work might be worth the effort especially if you feel stuck. If you try this strategy, send me a message, whether it worked or not.

I will be giving away “tiny goddess” paintings all throughout June 2021 to celebrate my birthday. Watch for details in future letters. To see work available now, check out my ON-LINE ART STORE.