Overthinking

You have to plan, anticipate and ask questions, especially if you don’t get to see the space before arriving to set up. I had the chance to take some art to New Orleans recently. It was something I have been wanting to do for years. The issue was that it was one night only, in a bar, and I had no idea what to expect.

I started with lots of questions with the organizer. Poor young lady. Just a senior at Tulane, she was used to other young folks who were inexperienced and just happy to have a space to show their college portfolios…not a surly, 40 year-old, stressed out stranger from San Antonio who was questioning everything.

After getting the info on the barricades we would have at our disposal, I sketched this up:

And here are some pics of how it turned out:

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*photos by Carl Bordelon

Not enough. Never enough.

I did print out submission forms for the 2012 Huevos Rancheros Quinceañera Celebration Silent Art Auction and started piecing together some ideas.

First thought was that a new piece would be something in the thread of my recently begun Existential Dinner Party series…with eggs of course. “Deviled Eggs and Despair?

But then I notices something long forgotten in my idea file…”A Breakfast of Eggs and Absinthe”.

As usual, I don’t remember where the hell this came from. That’s why I put it in my idea box. I guess I should have put something in my Sketchpad. Thankfully we have google to remind me that eggs and absinthe is a great(?) morning after, hair of the dog type drink. Now I’m already thinking of using eggs in a vintage graphic sign type design on old fence pickets so if I add absinthe to the mix, I should start looking at all those wonderful Victorian absinthe lithograph posters.

So posters. Looking at posters. Need to work breakfast in there…posters…breakfast…absinthe…breakfast…Breakfast at Tiffany’s! I’m going to work Katherine Hepburn (growl!) with a chicken into this bitch…with her looking at absinthe getting poured over a cracked egg in a spoon into an absinthe glass. That’s the plan for now anyway.

And that is what I did today to advance my art career.

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I am counted among the many who thank little baby Jesus that today art can be defined, not by strict rules of form, but by what type of message it is trying to send. We should all offer up thanks that, within reason, choices made by one artist are no more inherently valid than any other’s. That being said, no one has to necessarily like anything in particular either, and so I declare to you here today that generally speaking I can not stand “Political Art”.

Art is a broad subject encompassing everything from individual creativity, to local and regional art scenes, to the international market. Political discussion ranges just as far from individual freedoms to world wars. Italian scholar Mirella Bandini said, “There is no separation between art and politics; the two confront each other in revolutionary terms.” Of course art and politics can’t help bumping into each other as they are jostled together among all other societal forces in the great dice cup of human existence (OMG! I just used a metaphor). All aspects of life are interlaced with politics…especially art. I do not deny that in some way or another “all art is political”. Art’s avaunt guard is constantly sending out feelers, searching for and forging new pathways of thought, and indeed anything provocative cannot be completely free of the stink of politics.

For example, Vladimir Nabokov said that throughout the 1800s, the Russian Tsars, “remained aware that anything outstanding and original in the way of creative thought was a jarring note and a stride toward Revolution.”

But art can certainly be political without falling into the pigeon hole label of “Political Art.” Too often this is not the case as artists try to be political for the sake of being political producing so much of the snarky, trite, poopy faced sneers of the liberal not-so-elite. Victor Cassidy perhaps said it best in “Conservative Art?” for Chicago Art Magazine:

Usually it’s the weaklings who make political art — and most of it is photomontage that depends for its effect upon our recognition of the people being demonized. Since the political landscape changes very rapidly, such work can become obsolete overnight.

That’s just the thing about “Political Art”. It generally stinks and is relevant during the narrowest slices of time. Many who see value in art as a means to a political end offer up the political work of Diego Rivera, Kathe Kollwitz or others timeless greats as validation for every caricature of dear ol’ George W. Bush ever made. But are we provincial Texas artists, gathering together in hip, grungy, alternative galleries this July, going to compare ourselves to a few historical icons? Are this year’s “Corporations Aren’t People” images ever going to be appreciated for anything other than their illustrative cleverness? Are we going to fill all the galleries with framed editorial cartoons?

So then, is there any point to engage in such a thing? While avaunt guard art reflects revolutionary thought that flows into and through politics, giving form to new thoughts and changing ideals, does it really change minds? Too often relying upon trite allegories and subversive propaganda, it does not affect much change or rally anyone other than those already inclined to agree. Most of us have been to or been a part of “Political Art” shows that were conceived for, filled with and attended by people of a particular ilk. So what is accomplished with a show full of like-minded folks standing around congratulating each other for their cleverness?

I am with the artist Victor Burgin who said, “The work of ‘political artists’ usually harms no one, and I would defend their right to make it; what I cannot support is their self-serving assumption that it ‘somehow’ has a political effect in the real world.”

Ben Davis in “What Good Is Political Art in Times Like These?” for the online publication ARTINFO dismissed it as posturing and self-righteousness, saying:

The tradition of avant-garde political art always looks silly when stacked against the needs of live political movements.

There is no elegant fit between art and politics, no ideal meld of the two. What is needed for effective political activism…most often does not call for something that is particularly aesthetically refined, just as what ‘works’ best aesthetically in a gallery is not usually a slogan or a placard.

This brings me to what I might call and existential question of sorts. If all art is political, is all art “Political Art”? If it is, what good is the label? Why have a special month for it? Well, I believe it is important as one in any number of artificially induced ways to get people creating, giving them a point of departure in a vast universe of possibilities. Political Art Month also gets some people who may otherwise not think of it, into galleries. Everyone loves an “event”! Let’s just hope the art of “Political Art Month” has value outside its politics and does some good for area artists and the galleries who hang their work.

“Keep Digging” – Big Mike 🤗

The maddening quiet before battle, toeing the edge of a cold pool, the first plodding steps of a 5 mile run, the first 100 miles of a 10 hour drive, the first few inches up a tall mountain…All unpleasant reluctant times where someone might hesitate and try to avoid the toil and trouble, to willingly give up the rewards of a struggle so they may bypass any unpleasantness or discomfort.

I feel these feelings and urge these urges – wanting to stay on the couch and avoid the untold amounts of work and concentration, fighting doubt and the fear of failure – when I sit down to paint. I often begin knowing what I need to paint and have a good idea of how I want to pull it off, but as I begin, the emptiness of the space I am to fill is like a mountain of coal and the paint brush a tiny shovel.

I know all about just putting one foot in front of the other and so I am able to force myself to plunge into the icy waters of artistic expression. Once I’m in, I’m in. I won’t get out, I won’t give up. It is as hard to quit, harder even, than it was to begin. And when I’m finished, too exhausted to continue making positive decisions about a piece, and before I can allow myself to depart and hit the bed, I sit back and enjoy any successes and start to plan for my next struggle against the forces of chaos, trying to coral the cat-like elements of two dimensional form as they dart and run in every direction.

In other words, art is a bitch. I real pain in the ass. I’m so glad I have the reward of a finished piece and any praise and money that it may bring because the act itself is not unlike marching hip deep in shit.

“Keep Digging” – Big Mike 🤗

Can’t loose hard fought momentum and settle back into non-production. Artistic inertia works both ways, body making art tends to stay making art, body not making art tends to stay not making art…BUT…this is only the case in a vacuum. Unless constant force is applied a body making art will succumb to friction and slowly come to rest again as a body not making art. THEN to get going again one has to fight both the inertia AND friction to get going again.

• Go big. Really big. – NOBODY BUYS BIG ART!
• Study an art discipline completely different from painting to get my brain working with new thought patterns. – DOES NETFLIX COUNT?
• Read books about subjects unrelated to art – right now I’m reading books about the Grail Legend and Alchemy. – CHECK!
• Stop reading Art Marketing books. – NEVER STARTED!

“Inertia. They say it’s the natural state of the natural world. Sort of like those brush hairs stuck in the dry paint. But artists have a solution to that. Don’t they?” – Sue Smith

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