I have been wrestling with stuff today about this blog. After a month and a half, yes, I am learning and of course that is good. The discipline is quite affirming.
It's the art.
The daily pieces; experiments, done in a couple hours, for the express purpose of making something; they look good on the internet. The size alone keeps them simple. Not too much clarity is lost since the size difference is not extreme. Sharpies make great colors, vibrant, and they photograph surprisingly well in poor light with my borrowed camera.
It’s the real art; the ones that I labor over, days and weeks. Large complex pieces with texture and volume and stature begging you to look harder. The complexity can't be shown in the lost resolution of said poor photos reduced to a fraction of the size of the original. They don’t say volumes and they look cramped. The texture is lost in a post-botox style reduction. And I can’t even speak of the colors.
I am starting to feel melodramatic.
The throw-offs look better than the substance in this artificial blog gallery.
Three hundred twenty five more days of this conundrum.
February 9: Sharpie, pen on 9"x12" bogus
Don't worry, on the road to making art my life, all will resolve.
"If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. " -Lao Tzu
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