Monday, September 24, 2007
Here's something I found and have had on my studio wall for a few years now. Lyn Foulkes has been around the block a few times and is still here. He was born in Yakima Washington , which makes him a neighbor of sorts. I'm not so crazy about his work, but the sentiment here rings true for me.
I began exhibiting at twenty-six
critics thought my work was tough
I got in all the art magazines
museums started buying my stuff.
They made me the belle of the ball
I could do no wrong at all
I won the Paris Biennale
I thought I would never fall.
But I started doing something different
they didn't like that very much
they wanted me to do the same old thing
they thought I was out to lunch.
They wanted me to be consistent
to throw away my heart
They wanted me to be nonresistant
to promote the tradition of art.
I've learned a lot about art
since I was twenty six
Like trusting my own solutions
not worrying about politics
I think I'm pretty sure what makes real art
comes from deep inside
Not flippity-flop to get to the top
or learning to swallow your pride.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
It's September and the kiddies are heading back to school. I always feel I can be a bit more industrious in the fall when it comes to getting work done in the studio. I've been reworking the November show title. At this point I'm thinking "Woodland Stories." The paintings have some aspect of creating a story, and the title also alludes to the levels and layers of the forest. So that's the title, for today at least...