Picture from the internet. A moment of fiction? Or is it? Here’s a little story about entitlement. Exhibit 'A,'17 going on eighteen. The best part of their day which is extremely constricted by the never ending vulture like stance of staring into the phone, that is very rarely out of their hand. Yeah the best part of their day? Going back to bed after they have been in bed. This bed, unmade for what seems like decades the stench of body odour, crumpled sox, underpants and clothes interspersed with empty coke cans and various chip and sweet wrappers brings tears to your eyes if you dare put yourself in that environment. Not sure what colour the carpet is because it hasn’t been seen for the rubbish the last couple of years. When challenged on these things the natural fall back position, like most things outside the field of vision taken up by the screen is perjurer territory for them. They lie so much or I suppose we could label it, 'virtual truth' which is based on o...
Why Say Art Is Good When IT Isn't. Have you ever been asked to judge art or even vote on a selection of art? I recently was asked to judge from a line up of 17 paintings from a world leading city in art. No matter how hard I looked or how generous my art filter, I could not find one painting there worthy of a second look. Contrived, overtly influenced i.e. seen it all before and just plain awful and unfinished half baked ideas that is all I could see. If this is what is emerging from a world centre of art it is very sad. The people involved didn't like my responses even though they invited me to pick and judge. It's wrong to say that art is good when it isn't. Why? Because it stifles the poor developing artists. If they are told everything they do is great they are not going to strive to get better. They fall for their own publicity and then the art falls from good. So brown so grey so mud that is all I can say about the latest batch of unfortunate works. In f...
My Studio Photo by Yianni Johns. Covid 19 isolation is fantastic for me. No, I’m not happy people are dying in hospitals and in their loungerooms and the streets. In most cases they are alone, away from their families, that is sad. But for me as an Artist and Writer this virus induced isolation opens the door to great contemplative time and also leaves me with time to paint and write. Usually I have to top up my creative life by working three to four days a week as an aerospace engineer out here in the Riverina. That money helps pay for the everyday stuff, food, utilities, petrol, art supplies and champagne. No Corona for me in this period. Although over summer I am sure I contributed to that beer manufacturers wealth pretty well. I lost my engineering gig over a month ago. I am lucky I have a debt free mortgage free life. That is why I moved from the bustling city to the relative solitude of the Riverina district to a village called Ardlethan. Population of probably two...
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