I think that is an oxymoron statement. Through out the years, dealing with the ceramic industry, was not so evident. But now in the "real" art world. I am getting an education in things, that I almost can't fathom.
Art was and is art to me. It was never political for me. Didn't even know it had politics. But I'm learning it does. And then I ask myself, do I need to be political to be an artist. NO. I have always been the rebel when it came to my art.
When my art teacher in HS told me I would never be an artist. I was hurt, stunned, angry and then thought, well, she must know. Her reasoning was that I did not paint like her. I wanted to do my own thing. I could do her technique, but I felt like it was copying, and that was not for me. For several years, I did not paint. I did learn to silversmith, I did learn to crochet, quilt, sew. But it wasn't really what I wanted to do. But I kept hearing that voice, telling me, you won't. My sister Carol was an awesome artist, and it was easier to hide than to admit I hadn't any talent. What a waste of those first years. But it was then I learned, it was MY art. And that my individuality was what made my art, mine. I painted and created what I wanted. If it sold it sold, and if not, it was something I was proud to look at. And that I didn't need to make a statement. If my art spoke to you, fine. If not, it was fine.
I always wanted to work in clay. Had no idea how to do it. Plus, I wanted to learn how to make dolls. I went to the library to find books. Found a lady in our small town who had a ceramic shop. And at that shop there were magazines about the craft.
Over the next several years, I bought a small doll mold from Duncan Molds, and then a oven fired slip to pour that doll. In fact I still have that doll. A kewpie doll that was painted with acrylic paints. All self taught.
Can you imagine what I would have done with the opportunity of the internet? I overwhelm myself just thinking about it. I thirst for the knowledge. And thus I learned enough to finally have a successful ceramic art design business. All self taught. I learned how to pour the slip, I learned about the different paints to be used on ceramics. I learned about the kiln, and even how to repair. I learned how to make the slip, and did so in a 55 gal drum. A lot of these learning skills, were learned the hard way. I never indebted my business. So always working on a very slim profit margin, that went right back into the business. I would have liked to earn more money, but I was happy creating my art.
So what brings up this latest rant?
The last few years, I have noticed this atmosphere of artists leaning to the far left. So far over, that they almost fell over. And to me, was totally taking away from the passion. Now I am not saying that art cannot or should not have a political subject matter. We each have our own idea of art. I am just saying don't throw away someone of something that you don't think has your political ideas. I have found that most if not all my artist friends fall in the category of being a liberal. I say this is not a bad thing. It seems to be the rule. Its ok.
Since moving to Cortez, I have really been isolated from the art world. I miss my work in the mental health art field. But I know that I am not well enough to do as I once did. But I still have tried to find some options to be involved.
While doing this, I was a volunteer at a clay studio for a while. Very liberal. We did part ways, due to differences in how I felt volunteers ought to be treated. And that had nothing to do with a liberal minded person. We all have different ways of running a business. I looked at it as part of a new educational opportunity.
Then I met this wonderful artist, who as well is very liberal, and wants to talk about the political climate of today. I know that politics, problems in the world , social injustices are the big part of her art. I love it. I love the stories behind her work, but I wonder will it effect our relationship? I am currently working on a project that was created so the artist could sell their work on a T shirt or fabric bad, they would have no cash out lay, I would do all the work for a small percentage of the sales. Its a win win for all of us. But I can't help thinking would or does it make a difference what my political views are? I don't talk about my religious beliefs. So why can't it be the same for my political views? Now I won't back down on either of these subjects, but I will not push those views on anyone. Am I naive in all of this?
The conclusion I have come to is this......I don't have a problem working with anyone as long as they don't shove their belief system down my throat.
We live in a very strange world today. One that I am not happy with. It makes me sad. But I want art to live on, to make people feel. To have choices without pressure,
Do you think I am expecting to much?
To all you artists out there. Do your thing, be happy.
bjw
Artists such as this one. :)
Friday, September 29, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
Trixie, the Coyote Dog, RIP
I go thru spurts. When things are moving along and I am coping well, I tend not to write. sigh.....A week ago Sunday, my little Coyote Dog, Trixie left me to go to the big dog park in the sky. She had been with me about 14 years. I haven't really talked about it much. Mostly cause if I don't, then I won't think about her, and cry.
My family was great in coming to pick her up and taking her to Vet. And I am trying to mourn like an adult. Hey who makes these rules up anyway?
Losing my 4 legged friend is very sad for me. You see she came into my life just a couple of months from escaping domestic violence. I was very sad then, and nothing could comfort me. While road tripping with son and family, we got stuck in a dry creek and had to walk for help. Thats when I found her, tied to a fence awaiting her death, cause she was a chicken killer, and you can't have a dog, on a ranch or farm killing chickens. Needless to say, she came home with me a couple of days later.
She has adventured with me all over the place. She has played on the beaches of Corpus Christie, at the Feast of Tabernacles. She has 4 wheeled with us all over the Tucson desert. Gone camping with us. Made my life worth living. I miss her so much. There wasn't an opportunity for her to get into a car or truck that she didn't take.
She licked my tears. jumped in my lamp. she loved me, as no human ever has, well except for my mom.
The depression is sneaking in. I fight it every second. I cry when I think of her. Red Dog has been looking for her. I think thats one reason, today is one of those days. She goes out side and then back in crying and looking at me, Then goes out again. This is repeated several times a day.
And so today, as part of my healing process, I write. I remember the totally awesome times we had with this wonderful friend. And she is missed. My soul has a huge empty place in in, that cannot be filled.
2004-2017
My family was great in coming to pick her up and taking her to Vet. And I am trying to mourn like an adult. Hey who makes these rules up anyway?
Losing my 4 legged friend is very sad for me. You see she came into my life just a couple of months from escaping domestic violence. I was very sad then, and nothing could comfort me. While road tripping with son and family, we got stuck in a dry creek and had to walk for help. Thats when I found her, tied to a fence awaiting her death, cause she was a chicken killer, and you can't have a dog, on a ranch or farm killing chickens. Needless to say, she came home with me a couple of days later.
She has adventured with me all over the place. She has played on the beaches of Corpus Christie, at the Feast of Tabernacles. She has 4 wheeled with us all over the Tucson desert. Gone camping with us. Made my life worth living. I miss her so much. There wasn't an opportunity for her to get into a car or truck that she didn't take.
She licked my tears. jumped in my lamp. she loved me, as no human ever has, well except for my mom.
The depression is sneaking in. I fight it every second. I cry when I think of her. Red Dog has been looking for her. I think thats one reason, today is one of those days. She goes out side and then back in crying and looking at me, Then goes out again. This is repeated several times a day.
And so today, as part of my healing process, I write. I remember the totally awesome times we had with this wonderful friend. And she is missed. My soul has a huge empty place in in, that cannot be filled.
2004-2017
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