Pink and white - not your average boy
Some days it feels like such a farce, this art stuff. I go to my studio and produce a mess that I try to turn to gold without success. And it makes me second guess myself and the purpose of the materials around me and why I'm doing this or trying to do this.
Then there is the pretention of the art world. Not the artists usually, but those who feed off their efforts. The galleries, framers, dealers, critics and exhibition organizers are the vultures waiting to pick the bones of artists. Artists are like farmers. They bust a gut to produce a product, whether potatoes or paintings and the merchants become rich off the proceeds.
Then there is the uninformed buying public who think there's no difference between a mass produced reproduction from Walmart and an original painting and want the same for $19.99. Framed. Or commission a complex piece with all their relatives and animals, make endless changes and haggle over price as if its a pound of sausages at the butcher's.
There are also the artists who consider that they are superior because they can afford a particular brand of paint or brush or slavishly use the brand and palette of an artist they admire, as if by owning or using it, it gives them magical powers of mastery over that medium. Or the slightly mocking, patronizing tones of those who can only produce a painting from life instead of reference photos or who use oils instead of watercolour because the masters did or use watercolour instead of graphite because the latest workshop guru told them to or who could never use a grid or projector...it goes on and on ad nauseum.
What has happened to art and those that artists choose or must choose to interact with, ply their trade? When did it become big business and so cut throat? When did artists begin to hold technique so close to their chest and not share in case someone might learn how to do the same thing? Did they forget how they learned? Wasn't it from someone else? When did artists start counting statistics of how many people visit their blog or website instead of concentrating on simply producing beautiful art?
I don't expect answers to these questions. They are what rattles around in my head sometimes when I think about the often futile and fickle world of art production and sales.
Ok, rant over. You can come out from behind the sofa now. Its safe.