No, you can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime, you just might find
You get what you need
Being an artist is always making the effort to understand oneself. This is the act of "trying," as in the words from the lyrics of the song, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Rolling Stones. Indeed, "you get what you need." What I need right now is to quickly examine and sort out the forms and themes of my art. In times like these I gravitate toward the quickness of drawing, but it is not what I want. Painting is what I want. Painting speaks more volumes of ideas, and it gives more to the viewer, and to myself. However, paintings take an extended time to produce, and therefore sit more in the realm of summative art than in the realm of inquisitive examination (though paintings are both, just biased or skewed toward summation, since they required summative skills).
So today I show yesterday's two drawings. I did not paint.
This is the 9th version of "Painting-10292012" and its almost there, but not quite. It is the little things with which I wrestle. Complete it is, except the reflection in the mirror bothers me. It should be larger. There are other things too, but they are minor and well felt within me. In contrast, the mirror reflection feels like research—I don't quite know what I'm doing and I figuring it out as I go—thus the repetitive futzing with reflection. I hope to finish this painting today.
I very much enjoyed making yesterday's drawings. They spilt from me without question.
It isn't easy being away. I lose instantaneous awareness. I return looking for who I am right here, right now. A gap had opened between my consciousness and my being. Here are my efforts to merge all I am into my art, made yesterday. Today I begin to paint again.
This painting is moments from complete. A correction here, and one over there, and it will be as good as it gets. This comes on the edge of a day called Thanksgiving. It feels good. I have come a good distance in a year. You can see it by viewing my blog entries—go back one year and take a look.
Friends and relatives will share Thanksgiving dinner with me. We will celebrate the positive events, and the good life we have lived, over the last year. I may not find the time to make art until next Sunday, November 25th. I'll be back...
This painting is getting close to its completion. I can feel new ideas forming. For me many questions can only be answered through the act of art-making. This is my training, and it works! At this juncture painting feels the better way to solve my problems than drawing.
This painting has been called "Painting-10292012". That's awkward. I had a phone conversation with a reader of my blog a couple of days ago. He refered to one of my paintings by the dated title I have recently used. I had no idea which painting he was talking about. So much for titles with start date references! If I title with a verbal clue, outside of the start date, these conversations about my work will go better. This is a problem with me, since I do not have verbal thoughts attached to my paintings. Apparently Picasso never named his paintings; his friends and agents did it for him. This makes sense to me, but since a blog takes place in real time, the verbal reference for a painting must come from me since no one but me sees the start of a painting. I will work this out. Stay tuned!
Much is happening to me and my art-making. Toleration is me accepting all days are different, all moments are different, and each mark, or brush stroke, partakes of the moment and place it is living in.
"Times They are A-Changin'"
Music & Lyrics by Bob Dylan
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
ABOVE: The 6th state of "Painting-10292012".
BELOW: Yesterday'a drawing.
I find it fascinating that I have little to add verbally. I am in the midst of "being here now." This attitude lacks verbal thought. I am doing and not contemplating. I have no thoughts surrounding quantifiable or qualifiable ideas. I am simply doing.
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