The Artist’s Opinion


“Why is that giant blue canvas a fantastic example of modern art?” (answer: ITS NOT)

“What you think you become, what you feel, you attract. What you imagine you become,” -Buddha

In 2003 I began my journey to becoming a better artist. I learned what the hell the whole thumb up in the air with squinting eyes was all about, that the history of art is an effective sedative, but mostly, no one knows what the hell they’re doing. Sometimes maybe they do. Maybe they paint some strange monster being sucked into a telephone or maybe they spend hours pushing paint around on a canvas waiting for something to manifest.

The girl looking at the abstract sculpture of which she recalls no information about other than it was(and still should be) at the MET and she found herself annoyed followed by a slow fog of depression when she couldn’t stop thinking “that’s art? Why is THAT art?”

Now, over a decade later, that girl laughs and says to herself “If you tell people you’re an artist, you’re trying to convince yourself. If people tell you you’re an artist and you blush and feel a squeeze in your chest from anxiety, that means you really are one.

I was done school but trying to stay in Philly and stayed with a professor(WAS a professor at the last school) who had weekly sketch groups at his house. He asked if I’d model. I wasn’t sure if he meant nude, but I kept my clothes on anyway. They were young, he wasn’t(isn’t), serious but cracking jokes here and there. They made me laugh a lot and pretty hard. Keeping a pose was borderline impossible. Then time was up and everyone showed me what they had painted. My professor, we’ll just call him Stanley, was staring at me with his painting and going around talking to everyone like they were his actual students, holding his rendering of me up as if it were an example to follow. I looked at it. It was me, my hair was covering my face, the side profile, but my nose stuck out a little from the short tufts of bright red hair. I looked like how I’d imagine I looked from where he was sitting. It was “skilled”. I was pretty disappointed because I looked still and cold when most of that hour I was struggling to breathe and my face hurt from the smiling. I went around and looked at everyone’s and there it was. The best one that wasn’t finished(some were mostly complete, but not this one), the brush strokes were quick and thick with paint. I think Stanley even commented on the fact that he needed to spend less time on the details, the very details that made that my favorite painting between them all. I was laughing. Everyone else painted me when I stopped laughing for those few brief moments, but he didn’t do that. He captured what he saw. He captured ME. I was ecstatic. My jealous Stanley wasn’t big on that, made some comments then quickly broke up the group. It wasn’t the boy he was worried about, maybe just a pinch, but mostly it was how I lit up at THAT painting and not his.

And this is the kind of people we are. Just jealous, self obsessed egocentric children running around trying to make people see them their way. I’m open to all perspectives, so I get it. I want people to see me. Not LIKE me. SEE me. I really feel like I’m not here sometimes. Maybe its a glitch or a dream or a glitch in the dream. Right now I’m looking at this big watercolor and ink painting of bare trees off to the side of the road with a creek flowing off into the horizon. Its gray and winter and just looking at it makes me feel cold. But my fiance said something, about what he saw looking at this big empty cold winter watercolor painting. I didn’t see much interest in it until he said that the painting wasn’t empty as long as he was there looking into it. His eyes fixed on it, telling me in that haunting tone, that what he see the painting to be, was something that went right over my head. Then I stared. And I felt it. And it scared the hell out of me.

I’m still looking up at it. Sometimes art that you usually see in doctor’s offices or hotel hallways aren’t just there to make the space more open and give it some texture. Some are there to be seen, to be noticed…and I know that feeling far too well.

So, in conclusion to this rant of nonsense. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT ART IS. They’re full of crap and full of themselves. Express yourself, do what you love…but for those would want be an artist because they love the idea of it, stop wasting money on supplies. Find soemthing else. Don’t waste your time on a wall to ceiling canvas and paint it blue and get a million dollars for it. I think I would laugh, get wasted, cry, and wake up in the morning wondering what dimension I had stumbled into.

Art. Anything is anything.

Boom! Sad couch. Boom! Sad cup.

“Abstract art is abstract. It confronts you,” -Jackson Pollock

Now I’m just beyond tired. But I also know, I’m not writing anything wrong. Just…maybe not properly written…might sound a bit retarded. All apologies. I need gummy worms now.

Opinion: Blog about Design


Opinion: Blog about Design


I just wrote this in response to a blog I read, after I had read a previous one that made me excited to find out they need more writers on their team. Catching about 15 errors and what could have been worded with more poetic enthusiasm based on what the blog was about, this was my response in regards to “tips on designing.”

Keep in mind, I am an abstract artist and aspiring writer(although I…

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Opinion: Blog about Design


I just wrote this in response to a blog I read, after I had read a previous one that made me excited to find out they need more writers on their team. Catching about 15 errors and what could have been worded with more poetic enthusiasm based on what the blog was about, this was my response in regards to “tips on designing.”

Keep in mind, I am an abstract artist and aspiring writer(although I don’t like talking about my work and am still holding back on putting any of it up on a page for viewing), so I don’t think I’m better. But fresh eyes always have something to offer and only the creator to gain. That is, if they don’t take it too personally.


“I’ll most likely never talk about my art/design/writing as if I thought I was a “master”, because I’m far from the complete understanding and ease of using design programs, whereas writing and abstract expression art I’ve done my whole life. When I get my writing and art projects up and going, you’ll see. But as an honest(brutally more often than not…ok, I can be a mean MF) consumer and audience, I notice things I don’t think a lot of people do. I’m slow, which isn’t how the world is evolving. I’m way behind on the technological advancements, but I know enough to know that what I see and what I don’t see makes it at least change my own mind about what I find “amazing. Design today is very simple and minimalist, which isn’t to say that’s a bad thing. However, with websites specifically(there’s too much WORLD to go into it), is that they all look pretty much the same. The layout, the interface, and that reminds me too much of a similar design that sends my calm easy mind into a vortex of lunacy: The Macintosh. The OS has never changed and neither has their style.
Not all websites are as such, and a lot of the ones that stick out aren’t enticing as much as they are a thumping headache. Ads and too many colors that are mixed and entangled in a blinding way(some color theory would help), too many animated vectors, a cluttered mess that is so overwhelming the idea behind the website is not only lost but has scared away the audience so they can get a Xanax and a hot wash clothe to sit in the dark.
I don’t code or really know how to even just customize my own blog, but I’m slowly but surely getting there. I wish there was a lot more creative, original ideas out there, and I’m sure they are. More than enough. But its what is comfortable. What sells. We need more bold people to not only design their blogs/websites/products, but also be willing to take it further, make it interesting, really freak people out. Wake them up. Or slow them down enough to see there’s a world around them they’re missing because their phone is more pleasing.
Just my thoughts.”

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