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Sep. 6th, 2011 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Again with more of my romantic phase. I have this hanging in my office now.
(The frame was a BIG deal. I was with an artist Guild that insisted that all work be framed for juried shows. It made it expensive. I had two nice frames, this was one of them. I lent the other to a friend along with the painting I gave her and she promised to get it reframed but bought a BIG F***KING SCREEN T.V. first. I got so mad I stopped talking to her. There was other stuff about her but that just seemed so indicative of all the ways we had grown apart as friends over 25 years. Now looking back I think I could have realized that without getting so angry. I was a total dick when it came to my work. Seriously, you would think I was somebody important. I think it is why some people call themselves artists, it is no indication of the quality of the work, just the nutzy fixation they suffer in relationship to it. It's the nutzy fixation that keeps them going because for the most part they work in isolation without a tonne of support or approval. If they are really "in the zone" it is as if they have no choice but to continue regardless.
It was repeated to me often as a child that art can be "nice" but you don't want to be an artist because artists are crazy. I think artist are like sherpas in the land of crazy. They Know the terrain but they also know the way out.
While the palette of the romantic landscape appeals to me emotionally, being a bit of a downer, I realized I had to start to look at other approaches to colour. I was also increasingly annoyed by the limitations of acryillic paint when applied to this sort of work.