More Art to the People

I'd like to recommend an interesting article by fellow painter Ruthy on art hoaxes -- modern masters that turned out to be four years old, chimpanzee, or even made up -- and an eager world believed it, gallerists, writers and all. "Today the art world is glamorous, mysterious and expensive", she says -- I am pondering how to make it less mysterious and expensive -- buying art should be an everyday thing; "buy milk, sugar, art, eggs!". In order to make my art affordable I am struggling to get my art posters (the series made in collaboration with poet Peter Palm) finished before next exhibition. This is one of the latest ones (still waiting for the poems to be inserted) it's scanned today and much remains to do with the colour balance & so on...

Original size for all works are A4/std. letter size, they'll be blown up to at least twice that size due to all the details that I put into them. (On my exhibitions, you often see people looking around after a magnifying glass.) We figured they might stand resizing, such as this little fish...

(The original fins are gold, actually, but it's difficult to convey this feeling to a printed poster or even to my scanner. Still working on it. A lot of cheating might be needed to make this look natural.)

Dancers, with a few ramblings.

Art should be wild, unharnessed, illegally beautiful and entirely unpredictable.  

 

It ought to be Beautiful, albeit in a wicked way, as a protest against the ugliness of the world in general, not mentioning the art world. There's something suspicious about beauty; it appeals to the the unruly senses and to the masses -- and the sourest academics, well bottled and preserved in their textually spiced winegear of theories, can not understand it. Long live the revolution.

Wild, Unharnessed: One would think twice before using this wild beauty for greeting cards (or, at least, check the address twice). Art without straight lines and common nonsense, the aforesaid wickedness and unsettling hints of deepest insanity, is the nutritious soil in which weeds can grow and bloom. The wild flowers of beauty blossom despite all chaos-through-order and discipline that we're currently suffering, they're the herbal cure to concrete blocks and timetables. 

Last but not least: Entirely Unpredictable -- thus keeping the stove so hot that you may cook a nicely bubbling stew of all dull ideas that kept you enslaved. Serve them with a funny, ridiculous light; these ghosts of the mind, now gently poached, were only dangerous as long as enough people took them seriously; security almighty, holy economy and whatnot. Laugh at those silly things -- as heartily and loud as possible. Have fun. (That's an order.) Create art. Dance.  

Out of Order

I am sorry that this blog isn't working today. Currently, I'm writing this on a little cell phone (amidst constant protests from the browser, which thinks that I can't do that) and this thingy won't let me upload any pictures properly. (I tried to crudely paste one below, just to see what happens; voilà, sunset as seen from the dinghy -- might work, might not.) Something slightly sarcastic has been sent to blogger.com, and we'll see...

What's Brewing?

Well Dearies, the Artist had his little Vernissage. Wonderful people showed up from near and afar. Quite a few works went, including the Tree Nursery and other stuff that I'm afraid that I can't show you now. But there are other works waiting and brewing and boiling; I'll try to remember if I had a life before planning this show, or think of all the wonderful things that one could do instead of having a life, and my mind is bubbling like this:

(I made this sketch a few days ago. Digital pen, electric ink, analogue fatigue. It's not serious art. In passim, there's no serious art anymore, nor serious artists, merely serious art dealers and the serious art dealers are dealers and thus not serious about art; now please prove me wrong? -- No -- stop! -- Obviously -- whatever I'm going to do now after my 13:th Vernissage, I must by no means think.) 

With an Appetite for Pessimism

Showing my high regard for both left and right, one up in the blue believing in the Magic Market, the other up in a rosy red belief in Revolution and Masses.

Made with steel pen, aqua colour, footage for the cloud and Photoshop for general tweaking and mirroring, it is available on Saatchi as usual and it's named...

 ..."They'll Eat You Anyway". 

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