Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Somebody Stole My Idea!


Oh really?
Well now ... .

I just dug out my kitchen timer.
You will have
5 ENTIRE MINUTES
from the moment I say GO!
to
rant
sulk
pout
cry
gnash your teeth
snarl
drop "F-bombs"
beat pillows
curse the winds
blame everyone else
give up
& otherwise
have yourself
A Bonafide Hissy Fit.

Five Minutes -- that's it --
make them count.

Ready?

GO!

Ok, time's up.

Excuse me,
I said,
"TIME IS UP!"
The buzzer buzzed,
the bell rang --
Snap out of it!

And now hear this:
ideas have no owners
[not yours, not mine, not his, not her's]
because
ideas are limitless;
ideas take dimension, expand,
according to the individual expressing them;
ideas are energy forms drawing to them
every person perfect to articulate 
one of their nuances. 

Ideas need each of us,
want each of us,
await each of us,
and
expect each of us 
to bring
our unique angle,
our particular experience,
our specific imagination,
our hope,
our hesitancy,
our intellect,
our bravery,
our fear,
OUR EFFORT
to continue
the full song
of
each & every idea.

What seems like 'your' idea
is really someone else's voice
participating in that idea's
potential harmony;
you recognize the song
because
you are meant to be part of it.
What is missing is
your voice amid
that Idea's Chorus.

NOW
Wipe your eyes.
Blow your nose.
Pick your lip up.
Wash your mouth out if
you think it'll help,

and
get
busy
sounding your voice.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Tuesday Technique'N: Make Art with a Child

A Child will Teach You ...
[Journal Pages by Ciera, used by permission,
with approval of Picnik collage play by me]

Saturday Evening
Sunday Afternoon-into-Evening
IT'S ART JOURNALING TIME!!
A round wooden table.
My Love, Ciera, in one chair;
me across from her in another.
A pile of scrap paper in the middle,
a stack of old magazines to one side,
rulers for ripping,
glue sticks,
a pair of scissors each,
& a huge cardboard box
filled with
plastic sleeves of
color-sorted papers.
A child will teach you,
immediately,
thoroughly,
how to take the
'precious'
OUT of your view of your materials.
Ciera roots & rummages
through
papers & magazines
without
hesitation or delicacy,
unceremoniously stuffing rejects back into
some case or other,
crumpling the remains of a sheet into a ball
before blinking, asking,
'Oh, did you want to save the rest?'
Forget organization,
color coordination,
crease-free or
cost --
JUST FIND WHAT YOU LIKE
&
USE IT!!
WHY ELSE DO YOU HAVE IT?!
A child will teach you
to
OWN
each page.
No 20 minute debate over
image or placement.
No acid indigestion
over color combinations.
No fainting spells
over corners not quite glued down.
Ciera creates 3 pages to every 1 of mine.
She likes the dress but not the face
on a woman?
Off comes the head,
& she glues down one she likes better.
Only once, in the 3 years
since Ciera and I have been
journaling together,
has she ever asked me about
a color combination
and that was last night:
'do black & pink look good together?'
Usually when she asks me a
'do you like it' or
'do you think I should ________?'
kind of question,
I'll say, 'Try it & let's see.'
But this time I had an emphatic opinion
& shared it:
"YES!"
If a corner lifts up,
Ciera either rips it off or
applies glue stick &
SHMOOSHES
[with both hands, mind you]
until satisfied.
A child will teach you
editing,
simplicity,
uncomplicated
'putting it out there'.
2 photos of something you want
accompanied by heart stickers
is all the embellishment
a wish page needs.
Flower images
&
a hand drawn self-portrait
with the words
Peace & Love
make a powerful mission statement.
A child will teach you
that less is NOT less,
even if the page appears
deceptively streamlined.
Ciera creates with purpose.
If asked
(& I always do)
she relates the story of each page
articulately & precisely,
& I assure you,
she isn't making it up as she goes along.
A child will teach you
that
ANYTHING
can be connected,
sensibly,
logically
to anything else.
Wizards & Pancakes?
Ciera seemed surprised
I didn't 'get' it.
She was in the mood for pancakes;
wizards could make it happen.
You see?
A child will teach you
that using what you love,
from any area of your life,
always makes a great page:
blue masking tape
(for taping blankets to chairs for forts),
Zebra tape
(because Zebras are her 'best' animal),
& pink paper stripes
(pink being, after all, her signature color)
bring all her favorite things
into brilliant & happy focus.

AND

a child will teach you
to sing your own praises,
to proudly show
everyone in the room each page
as you create it,
to sit back down,
to take a moment to 
fondly pat & smooth the page
with your palms
before turning to a clean sheet.

A child will teach you ....
* * * * *
I love you, Ciera.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Cruisin' On a Sultry Afternoon ...


Vistancia Annual Classic Car Show

'round about 2 p.m.
on a blue-skied Saturday ...
moseying amid
the Mustangs & Bel-Air's,
the Triumphs,
the Model A's, the
Roadsters & Hot Rods,
Toni saw this:
1966 Ford Fairlane 500 XL

swoon ...

drool ...
... fervently wish that
I had on a slinky black dress,
stiletto pumps
(& a neon green boa)
so I could drape myself over
that sassy red upholstery,
& call her mine.
Yea .........
Yea .....

Uh,
where was I?
Oh yes! 
This cool, fresh, SWEET set o'wheels
belongs to
Mr. Mike Kautz
&
his constant canine companion,
a Westie named Coda.
Ms. Fairlane's last address
was Farmington, New Mexico,
where she had been
gently driven,
tenderly tended,
with
no improvements made
to her
original interior or motor,
just a replacement
of
the tan top
(to be black, at some point in the future).
All her original interior was red.
Since coming to live with
Mike & Coda,
black has replaced red
on many of the interior door finishes
&
the original Ford 289 engine
['the bread & butter engine of
all Ford cars of the 50s & 60s']
chrome-blinged,
in order to compliment
a paint job restoring
Ms. Fairlane
to a sparkling version
of her original
"Wimbledon White."

In the very near future,
the upholstery stripes on each side
of the seats will go black
keeping the center ripe red,
and her bumpers will also
undergo their own version
of a chrome bling spit-shine.
Mike has so far done
the majority of the work
himself,
but intends to take advantage of
the restorers
he meets at
(or already knows from) 
the numerous Valley car shows
where he drives Ms. Fairlane
to allow her to
preen & present her loveliness.
These voices of experience
provide Mike with 
precise research,
insights born of hands-on years 
spent restoring vehicles,
 & the best contacts --
critical in assuring that 
Ms. Fairlane visits only the best
for her upholstery make-over.
But seriously,
is Coda not the best bling
a Fairlane could ask for?
 
Questions, anyone???
Mike Kautz can be reached at nasotango@juno.com
but hear this:
Ms. Fairlane is emphatically 
not
for sale.
She is,
however,
available,
free of charge,
 for green-boa'd daydreams!

My thanks to Mike & Coda!

* * * * * * * * * *
For local Phoenix-Metro area
readers and car show enthusiasts:
The Norterra Car Show
is held
the second Friday of every month
6 - 9 p.m.
 @
I-17 & Happy Valley Road
* * * * * * * * * *

Thursday, February 11, 2010

"Entre el Cielo y la Tierra" - Guest Artist Gennaro García


"Entre el Cielo y la Tierra"
"Between heaven and earth"

"Painting is addictive and therapeutic. 
It is the best way to communicate everything --
the way I feel, the way I think, and what I love.
Oils, acrylics, monoprints, hand carved wood,
plaster techniques learned in Italy, and
a color palette created from a childhood in Mexico.
These are some of the tools that bring to life
a fascination with
old world and religious iconic images."
Gennaro García

This exhibit title expresses
Gennaro's desire to take
two disparate sensations, expectations,
and join them: 
heaven, earth, & the space between.
Unexpected differences;
unexpected similarities.
Loneliness.
The space behind, & to the side of,
the Archangel
(a frequent subject of Gennaro's painting)
illustrates both the specific sense of loneliness,
and
also the idea of A Single Emotion.
Over a decade ago,
Gennaro's mother 'stole'
one of his original paintings,
a Madonna,
which she recently gave back to him.
He's returned to the material source
where he began,
iconic religious themes.
He gathers inspiration wherever he travels,
and he's traveled extensively:
Spain, South America, Africa, Italy,
to name a few of his destinations.
It was a Beautiful Woman who led
Gennaro to paint abstracts. 
She loved them, & 
he wanted to win her heart.
Traveling with His Beauty to New York in 2004,
& after carrying around
an engagement ring
in his pocket for five days,
they visited the Basilica ...
he knew this was the day!
But to Gennaro's astonishment,
a song from his childhood
lifted within the cathedral arches,
a song sung in Spanish --
& he felt such familiarity with the
art inside the church,
the architecture itself,
this music from his youth!
For him, 
everything focused and disappeared
concurrently.
He knew what he now wanted to paint.
Research began immediately.
[I remain uncertain if the proposal
actually did take place that day,
but his Beauty IS now Gennaro's wife!]
The arrival of their daughter
also deeply influences his painting.
The tree of life,
above,
is a celebration of her birth.
The myriad birds
symbolize
the male presence,
Gennaro.
Lush & brilliantly colored
lotus flowers
represent the female presence,
Gennaro's Beauty.
And the sheer abundance of flowers
indicates the birth of a girl,
Frida Sophia.
And yes,
Gennaro confirmed that,
 at 12 weeks,
she is already
in possession of an easel!
Three weeks ago,
when I first personally met Gennaro at the
Phoenix Art Museum Open Paint,
he had just started this canvas.
I noticed then a photograph taped to the easel,
above the canvas.
This is how he always works,
and he has difficulty choosing from among
his hundreds of photographs.
The plastering/texture technique so beautifully
rendered here is the one he
learned in Italy.
 
The subject is a young lady Gennaro
considers as a daughter.
Again,
notice his technique of
leaving her surrounded
by space.
My comment to him was 
that I felt myself drawn in,
pulled nearer,
and ultimately completely
engaged by her eyes. 
Speaking of Eyes:
here is my favorite from the Exhibit.
Gennaro met this woman in
North Africa,
and she spoke perfect Spanish.
Again,
he experienced a paradox --
what is 'expected' in/from Africa
versus what it's possible to discover.
In rendering portraits,
his main concern is the quality of the eyes.
Hers halted me.
Found me.
Held me.
And followed me,
wherever I moved.
But I didn't want to move
from her gaze.
And I kept returning.
Because he began in a place
where it was necessary to use
everything
until it couldn't be used anymore,
Gennaro still uses his paintbrushes
until they're nubs.
He considers this to be his only
'ritual',

except ...
He HAS to listen to music!!!
I asked;
I told him it was
the ONLY question 
I wanted to ask for myself.
He said yes;
 I grinned & grinned;
then we traded recommendations.
His: Chambao
Mine:  Jesse Cook
Both:  Sade's new one, Soldier of Love
 
We also bonded
over our mutual admiration of 
Anthony Bourdain.
Gennaro is a Foodie to the Max --
ultimate dream?
A restaurant gallery!
I volunteered to chop onion.
Finally,
I asked Gennaro if
he has any advice for
beginning artists,
shy artists,
artists who think they make bad art.
"I grew up under the shadow
of my older brother,
who is an incredible artist,
and I felt it all, 
that I'd never be 'that good',
hearing that voice in my head saying
'You'll never be able to paint.'
But I painted anyway,
and the voice disappeared.
Art has to be expressed,
and the expression dissolves the doubt,
silences the voice.
And, also,
I've come to love 
'the perfection in the imperfection.' "
The Artist,
with my favorite of his paintings.
I have no sufficient words to thank Gennaro,
for his generosity of time & attention,
for being so engaging,
sharing his stories both
personal & creative,
&
for inviting me to this meeting
in the first place.

Gracias por todo, Gennaro!
  
4201 North Marshall Way, Scottsdale, AZ
Exhibit runs through March 8, 2010
Partial Proceeds to benefit Xico, Inc.

Gennaro García
Official Website:  ArteGennaro
Blog:  Arte+Gennaro
Facebook:  ARTEGENNARO

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Competition or Collaboration: The Saga Continues

collaborate:  to work jointly with others 
competition:  1)  rivalry; 2) a contest between rivals


Last week, I wrote about a desire to see perspective return to the OVERALL practice of journaling, be it art/visual or written in form.  In closing that post, I espoused my personal belief that 'fundamentally, ideally, there is no place for competition between art genres.'  That remains my story, and I stick to it; however, I received several juicy comments in response, and they've inspired me to quantify, flesh out, my statement.

But first, Sam asked, 'I'm just wondering what happened to inspire this [last week's] piece.'    One year of increasingly backlogged frustration with the growing cult-esque fascination with art journaling, and in particular, art journaling to the exclusion of THE WORDS!  THE WRITTEN JOURNALING!  That, and a hideous, green-monster-driven rant upon seeing an artist published, an artist who 'began' at the same time I did, an artist who is perpetuating all the art journal trends by which I'm saturated and with which I'm beyond impatient.  I had a bonafide conniption fit.  I still haven't worked my way through it all, though I've calmed enough to feel a large degree of shame at my arrogance, my wholesale condemnation & my major trench-mouthed tirade sprayed not only in this artist's direction but also at the publishers for being (in my esteemed opinion) so damned predictable, so commercial, and so safe.

ACK!  BEYOTCH WARNING!  ART JOURNAL SNOB ALERT!! -- GET THE HOOK!

Let's move right along, please, to Beth's comments, like a balm, ' ... and competition ... blech ... I hated high school because of competition and wish that word would just explode and go away.'  Yes, and yes, and it may be this was also the birthplace of my repugnance for the word.  I associate "competition" with locker room posturing, jock itch, toe jam, an entire MINE IS BIGGER THAN YOURS mentality.  Whatever our gifts or ability levels, isn't it possible to invoke the best -- in ourselves?  in others? -- minus snide asides, bully tactics and that chorus of 'Neener!  Neener!'?  Another's piece, poem, or presence can be full-throttle instruction on its own, without any smearing of it in my face, without any elevating of it over my own efforts.  When it comes to 'better', all artists have An Eye that assesses, distinguishes, and absorbs in growing awareness as applicable to their own endeavors.   Creatively speaking, I personally have no 'rivals', or at least I fervently aspire to none.  I'm proud of that even though I enact it so imperfectly. 

Marilyn, strong and confident as she is, writes:  'Each to their own.  I couldn't exist without competition and I'm happy to be my own if need be!'  I imagine Marilyn has connotations very different from my own relative to the word 'competition'.  Groovy!  I can learn from that, too.  It seems to me, still, that she and I are on the same page.  The objective, ultimately, is SELF-improvement, right?  Through exposure to other work, ideas, techniques, experience, we individually can draw incrementally closer to effecting our personal vision.  I do, most definitely, "compete" with myself, but it's more honest to name it collaboration -- unless I'm dueling with my own critic, pushy beastie that it is.  Call it competition or call it collaboration, but the compelling difference between 'you suck' and 'hey, you really caught that aspect well' is night and day.  One diminishes, one nourishes -- be it from within or without.  Constructive criticism, suggestion, enlightenment?  Bring it.  But condescend to me and I'll deliver a resounding, "Bite me!"  Fangs and pirate vocabulary free of charge, true story.

Astute & fearless Vivian queries:  ' I don't  know what is meant by "no place for competition among art genres.''  There is certainly room for discussion, criticism, evaluation:  is that competition?'  That's what I'm talking about!  (Semantics -- bother!)  Competition?  OK - in that form.  Collaboration?  Sure.  I want it, like that.  But I think motive as a variable isn't an unreasonable measuring quantifier here.  WHY am I discussing?  Criticizing?  Evaluating?  To help someone improve?  Or to flex what I may see as my own superiority?  I mean, eesh, blimey, and unlimited shite:  do I want to embody someone's (or my own) inner critic?  NOT!   Some degree of introspection, a search for possible ulterior motive, is a necessary act before I open my yap.  As I earlier described, I'm not so evolved or peaced-out that I'm incapable of the dark side -- I give GOOD hissy fits!  Point is:  they go undelivered!  In truth, I've generally found a more mindful, productive practice in waiting to be asked my opinion.  Eliminates the potential for any toxins to slip by me; propagates equilibrium and creative generosity all around.

Calm and contemplative Janet offers:  'I have a quote (I forgot to write down the author): "In a world of individuals, comparison makes no sense at all."'  For me, comparison is the most insidious negative connotation I have to competition.  Here I am, dammit:  not you, not her, not that bloke over yonder.  Took me decades to learn the truth of my individuality, the truth of me, and to accept/embrace that, whether I make crap art or not.  The unique qualities of you, or her, or that bloke over yonder colorize me like a fresh rain or a pure wash of gleaming light.  My "self" absorbs what is presently needed, like vitamins, an injection of creative smack, an answered prayer perfectly timed and delivered.  No matter what, though, the influence of others flows through my filters, utilized by me to express ME.  That eventuality is a given -- I can't sustain the "wearing" of any other, the costume of comparison and trying to measure up.  That price is just way too high - I'm not willing to fork it over anymore.

The tides and currents to be found intermingling with other artists and artistic genres are my inspiration forward (as Marilyn suggests), my momentum for improvement, my fuel for the journey toward perfection.  But doing my best as I take each step, alone and alongside others, is how I experience perfection in the now.  So you say competition (to-MAY-toe) and I say collaboration (to-mah-toe) ... so long as we're still talking and not calling the whole thing off!