As I continue to explore the options of community and public art I happened to think of the idea of a community/shared sketchbook. I have some wonderful friends at the local coffee shop that agreed to host the book and my hope is that people will use it to create and share images. My fear is that it will become a trash heap of vulgarity…but I suppose even that would be a meaningful statement in its own way. What I really want is a retrospective of sketches from our community, and a kind of analog version of shared blog, if you think of it in the way that sketches are generally rather private and this will be public, just as blogs are kind of public diaries.
If this happens to work in this way I have another similar experiment I’d like to move on to that might be just as fun.
Encouraging words on the cover from Crass, and prettified by me.
oh what was that?
Back on the apathy train…finally printed up the ‘meh’ design from several weeks ago. I feel like these are useful in my life. They are calling cards, so they can be handed out and that way you don’t even have to go through the effort of speaking.
Just last week I stayed up late in the night to finish this bee motif…only to find it could have waited another week. I’m terrible when it comes to time, I’m usually always too early or too late. Story of my life, honestly. Either way, I enjoy the way it turned out.
happy as can bee spoonflower design
Which, if you like, can be voted for at spoonflower here: http://www.spoonflower.com/contests/299
And as usual, not satisfied to leave it at that, I made a lino carving of the bee and flower. I was attempting to experiment with doing a background block of color, but of course since I cut out the bee and flower instead of leaving the background full size, it causes registration difficulties. So it may stay monochromatic, or I may add some color to the bee or flower or maybe even do some kind of mixed media thing with it. Either way, I do love me that bee.
I’ve been sharing many negative thoughts and feelings and such on here, and so I considered not sharing my little sketch. But then I thought, eff it.
but I still have the smell of printing ink
all the places we once
are slowly disappearing
and it’s sad
the parts of you in my brain
to all these locations
it’s easier this way
an alzheimer’s of development
How is that supposed to make any artist feel better?
Rejection letters are a reality and one that I am perfectly willing to face. Not everybody will appreciate your work. Possibly the majority will not appreciate it.
But let’s get down to the other reality that is the rejection letter. I’ve seen plenty, and one overriding pattern I have noticed is the tendency to cite the number of entries when it comes to not having been chosen. Why exactly is this supposed to be comforting? This information had little to no bearing on the work that was accepted, so how is it suddenly relevant when turning others away?
I know I’d prefer honesty.
“Look, we just hated it.”
“Nothing about your art is anything we want to look at.”
But of course, these are form letters and the volume of rejections I guess is what prevents them from being able to include personal barbs. I just think it would be hilarious and lovely.
And let’s not forget the everlasting closing statement: “Feel free to fork over more money for the next open call!”
that’s right, we don’t like you and you can’t do anything about it.