As am artist I judge, and am judged. I have come to accept that is part of being an artist as well as being human.
Now an excerpt from a book called, Spiritual Bypassing: When Spirituality Disconnects From What Really Matters. By Robert Augustus Masters, Phd (taken from a Chapter on Blind Compassion)
‘Much of this behavior has to do with the popularized notion that we shouldn’t judge others. There are some very serious problems with this kind of thinking: First of all, we do judge others; judgement is simply one of the things the mind does. So to make it wrong—that is, to judge our judging—only drags us into guilt’s domain, splitting us into “good” (read: not judging) and “bad” (read: judging) factions. The mind—your mind, my mind, everyone’s mind—will keep churning out judgements because that’s it’s nature. What really matters is how we handle our judgements.’
In many ways I have come to the brutal realization that as long as I work at my art, that I am completely at the mercy of the world I live in. Daunting as that may be I do attempt to face it, I put my art up here, for free, in some crazy hope that someone out there will love it and buy it all. This is a dream, and one I happen to enjoy, most times, except when I get down, and fall into the miserable grumpy artist that wants to cut his ear off, wait it’s been done. So with this said my intention here for the next few entries will be to souly flog my work, yes I said souly, this is my ride, isn’t it? Please bare with me and do wish me luck.
Disclaimer: Without coming across as ‘too neggy’, as in bitter, I will say this. The art I make is one of a kind, beautifully made albeit embarrassingly creative. My work is influenced by the world I live in, and yes perhaps this comes across as ‘terrible salesman-esque’, I am terrible, I think most artists are who don’t play by the rules. I am not one to bow down to the art world, I am in the world and I make art, whether the art snobs will see that, or recognize it, it doesn’t really matter, what matters is I continue to make it. Actually come to think if it, there is a couple things artists don’t do well at: selling their work, and saying no. I often fail at both, and thank goodness I have someone very special in my life now who helps me out with the ‘just give it all away’ tendency that sometimes arises. To be clear I live in an alternate reality, and so do you, so lets get on with it. The story of my life goes like this, I work my ass off, literally, making my art. Do I deserve a prize, I would accept it, but I do not need it, I make art because its what I need to do. So to be perfectly clear here, I spend most my time eating, breathing art, and the rest of the time I write this blog, when I am not working at my other jobs, drinking coffee and fulfilling life obligations. Over the last few years I have been making channels available to purchase my art, either as prints and/or originals through this link, and yes the art’s not really that cheap but its not really that expensive either, and my art gives back, ten thousand fold. Will I do deals, no. link to Saatchi and one of my paintings called, ‘Wolfman’
So I do hope that some courageous people out there take the leap, and invest in my art today, tell a friend and share the love, and judements. Mahaloness.
Fotomahaloness – the work continuing (working title: overspiritualized?)
I might be a joke, but I am in the same joke as everyone else.