I was just amazed and happy that I, a dude who grew up in a trailer park in Alaska, which sometimes felt like the trailer park of America knew more about this painting and this artist than all the ivory tower, sweater wearing, book quoting, high collared fools that ran this place. The label that the museum wrote noted how the artist had prefigured the demise of the Native American population by drawing the skeleton. One Native American figure was very prominent, and within the figure, the artist had drawn a simplified skeleton. Next to it was a drawing about 18“ x 24“ that served as a study. ![]() I turned the corner to see a painting of a group of Native Americans along the river. It’s important to remember that all the stories that we’ve heard about all the artists in the past, all the books we’ve lived through, all the museum exhibit we’ve gone to, all the stories that have barely glanced our ears are part of a mythology that is really just a bunch of bullshit and marketing language put out by authors, museums, collectors and others investing in the business of artists, if not in the artist themselves.Ībout 25 years ago I was going to the community college in Santa Barbara and I popped into the Santa Barbara museum to see a recent exhibition on drawings. When they are finally done, they turn their attention back to the easel and ignore you.Īrtists aren’t what the world makes of them. The kind of fart that goes on and on and on then stops and starts again, squeaks for a second and then goes on and on and on. In their place they reveal an old man or a woman, you choose, who sits in a wooden chair in front of an easel, they look gently at you and then, without losing eye contact, let rip the loudest, longest fart that you’ve ever heard in your life. ![]() you see them suddenly burst into flame and reduce to a light filmy ash in front of your eyes that drifts away into the wind. Then, as you glance over all the different artists, paintings, sculptures, books, songs. Between the two of them lies the entire spectrum of heroes, villains and demigods that disappoint their parents and elect to be Creatives. ![]() On the far right hand side is Leonardo da Vinci. On the far left hand side is Vincent van Gogh. I want you to imagine a line in front of you where we can array all of the hopes, ambitions, demons, failures, and dreams of Creatives.
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