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It is funny how life will lift you up on its wings allowing you to soar to new heights one day, but then leave you mid-air to fall, crash and wait to die. Some people are lucky. They endure happiness and their climb from a fall is much shorter. Actually, happy people piss me off. This occasional climb is where my art becomes a necessary companion for me.
I utilize my art as a distraction, to allow myself to feel sorrow, to heal, to live, breathe, be angry or happy, and to sometimes change my perspective. Art takes me on a journey and sometimes it helps me to find the proverbial ladder back up from the depths of a dark place in my mind and a darker place in my heart. And sometimes it is what allows me to remember those smile muscles. Art also gives me a way out and allows my mind to wander and live outside of me for a while.
I fashion it much like sitting in a comfy armchair with a book, loosing yourself and opening your mind so that you might travel to new worlds and exotic places, sail rough seas, take on lovers, experience sexual fantasies, fight wars, fly planes or float anywhere out of your life…if albeit temporarily…so this can be art for me…
Much like life, art is subjective and has admirers, critics, lovers, enemies, friends, clock watchers and blind people. But it still exists only to be held up and loved; or to be destroyed by its maker. In the same fashion it is only our own right to destroy or do harm to ourselves.
For me my art has always been the friend that never went away, the lawn that never needs mowed, the roof that never leaks, and it will never remind me of what time it is. It will just be with me and take me on journeys of discovery.
Just like people and our ability to love and hate equally; art and it’s various forms and subjects and styles won’t appeal to all people. However, each thing created might have something hidden within it that is a small part of its creator that will enlighten, enrage or open our minds to new things…if albeit temporarily…
I utilize my art as a distraction, to allow myself to feel sorrow, to heal, to live, breathe, be angry or happy, and to sometimes change my perspective. Art takes me on a journey and sometimes it helps me to find the proverbial ladder back up from the depths of a dark place in my mind and a darker place in my heart. And sometimes it is what allows me to remember those smile muscles. Art also gives me a way out and allows my mind to wander and live outside of me for a while.
I fashion it much like sitting in a comfy armchair with a book, loosing yourself and opening your mind so that you might travel to new worlds and exotic places, sail rough seas, take on lovers, experience sexual fantasies, fight wars, fly planes or float anywhere out of your life…if albeit temporarily…so this can be art for me…
Much like life, art is subjective and has admirers, critics, lovers, enemies, friends, clock watchers and blind people. But it still exists only to be held up and loved; or to be destroyed by its maker. In the same fashion it is only our own right to destroy or do harm to ourselves.
For me my art has always been the friend that never went away, the lawn that never needs mowed, the roof that never leaks, and it will never remind me of what time it is. It will just be with me and take me on journeys of discovery.
Just like people and our ability to love and hate equally; art and it’s various forms and subjects and styles won’t appeal to all people. However, each thing created might have something hidden within it that is a small part of its creator that will enlighten, enrage or open our minds to new things…if albeit temporarily…
