Art Is Poetry
Line, shape, texture, color and composition have always been fundamental visual cues in my work as a fine artist. These drawings are a collection of forms I have been exploring on paper for the past two weeks now. They are executed on 6×9″ inch Cold Press 140cm Watercolor paper. Within a digital context the art of drawing on paper can be seen as antiquated to some. For me, drawing represents a space between what is know vs unknown in nature. A halo where the imagination runs wild ahead of analytical thinking . Kid Cudi eloquently reminds us the following, “ I got some issues that no body can see, and all of this emotions are pouring out of me, this is! the soundtrack to my life.” and so forth.
The drawings themselves are small in diameter and execution because they are meant to represent the space in which they where created. A small corner near my studio home office where a drafting table acts as a dissecting surface for the emotionless. Absurd linear contours with eloquent saturated colors seen as elementary particles are carefully collaged on paper. Spaces, materials, artifacts, nature, places of emotional interest are a source of inspiration for many artist. Whether the art world has found you, or simply waiting for you to die in able to proclaim your worth ( Henry Darger ) . We all have these moments to ourselves where the imagination takes whole of us in a some magical way.
Life these days presents itself between the struggle to find her voice, “Art” while lamenting the lack of financial motivation to get anything done that feels original. Where are all the artist( non-profit’s NGOs) communities for the secular outsider visual artist who does not want to be confronted with certain “art world cliches” in able to make a buck doing this? Sadly, all the BK “White/hippers” untouched by a gentrified NYC have proclaim these spaces as their own. While color folks outside of this boundary are left to form their own contingencies at the risk of being labeled “metal cases”. To an outsider society who is interested in observation, cliche, status quo vs understanding. The latter requires intelligence of a different kind within our current cultural dialysis “novela” critique.
Art for me, outside of my daily workflow as a web developer is a series of challenges between finding time to create meaning within me and finding a studio to create art without being disturbed. The role of the artist in society is seen as a convoluted ecosystem to the naked observer who does nothing to help. The expectation has always been to create art on my own, yet as the history of art informs those who are educated enough to find the answers as to why we create this things. The following notion can be seen as a symbol for those with aspirations as to what kind of life to expect as a poor artist in society.
“In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing”
_Vincent Van Gogh
Despite her neglect (“Art”), I will smile once again with my head up high. Lately I have been in and out of this world in more ways than these drawings can describe.
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