Lucian Freud

I don't see why all of our worlds are placed so separate from each other...

Clay can be the world, a cathedral, the interior of the mind...

a snap of a life, and experience, an emotion pushed up like a flower or a boil..

 

But without meaning,

without intention...

it's just another pot.

Haunted

In my mind's eye Picasso lives large...

It's plain to see a lot of us are Haunted by the myth of the maker... a maker that sacrifices everything for his Expression.

It's a myth that's not meant to be lived up to. 

It's a myth that grants us permission to live our own myth.

Too Common to be Extraordinary

A supply run turned into a side trip to the Crocker Art Museum.

It's a great space to reflect in, I imagine its what a library must feel to a writer... permission, talent, and potentiality all set out like a buffet on a table in one manicured space.

I hadn't talked with Jess much about why I wanted to go, (who  needs a reason to go the the museum anyway?), but I've had conversations running through my head regarding Art vs Craft. One of the bigger thoughts swimming around in my head is,  

"Is there any real difference between Art and Craft?... and if there is, what exactly is the difference?"

I wanted to set myself back down in front of a few specific pieces in their Pasific Island collection and start thinking this through. The work has haunted me since my last two visits. Sitting in front of the works, I keep looking for the story thread in the beautiful nonsense of pattern and artcitecture of the objects. Neither of which relates to the world I live in and that alone seems to elevate the work into a category labeled "mythic".

Is it Art? Does it speak to my soul? Does it have meaning? Does it change my perspective?

I can't answer the first question, but for me at least, I did find myself sitting and thinking about much more than the carven shield on the wall in front of me, so my answer to the rest of the questions is "yes".

Is it Art?... That's always the question... Painting, wooden mask... shrug

The Crocker had a new exhibit up of Quilts up too. This was what i needed to see.

In my house, quilts carry a lot of meaning. 

My mother is a quilter. 

Not one of those "I'm going to make a quilt this year" kind of quilters, but one of those obsessives that makes a few amazingly detailed, beautiful, complex works every year.

With the hundreds if hours that's poured into each one, what does she do with them? She gives them away to her Loved ones, friends, family, new babies... She shares her gift of time attention and talent not to make a profit but to serve the life with beauty.

Is it Art?

I still don't know...

They definitely speak to me, but maybe it's how it speaks to me is the difference.

Art speaks as a oracle, a shaman, a saint, a revolutionary, an intellectual, and often a train-wreck, but of late, the Art world seems to disqualify those that speak to us as Mother, or Laborer, or Uncle Bob.

We Cherish the quilt... We Value the Art.

Maybe it's "too common" to be extraordinary. 

Maybe it's too comfortable to be anything more than "decorative".

I do know that the potential that we all live with each and everyday is boundless and what we need, more than anything, is permission to sing.

... and No... I didn't find my answers.

Follow the Leader

Playing one of my favorite games again with my studio partner Jessica.

Some how we found ourselves being allowed access to the front of a classroom again.

This is a special treat for me. There are so many magical places to take people inside their own heads by way of Art. 

It's about sneaking in the larger ideas about how we see the world as makers into the lessons on process.

Tag-team teaching is so much fun! 

Love playing Follow the Leader!

Go team Fun!