impulsive/contradictory temperament & the MOQ - part i

to answer the comment in this post;

To find yourself you need the greatest possible freedom to drift.

I feel it does require further discussion,
as this is the one subject that seems to be
the biggest enigma and closely guarded aspect
of an artists history.

Too much freedom can cause a 'drift'; as can
elongated periods of isolation can weather
the concept of quality and direction.

'Structure' is something we seem intent on
collapsing and breaking free from, but without
it, we have no means of measure.

'Measure' something we use incorrectly to guide
the concept of 'quality'.. and this is where we
seem to lose it in an ill guided game of comparison.

How do we define quality?
Oh dear.. now we come to the 'metaphysics' and we
all start to swim in very muddy waters indeed..

A brief summary of the Metaphysics of Quality

and I didn't even touch on the relevance of a
preconceived and imagined 'structure' - one that
I feel can be altered, as again Bacon, so frequently
did 'to suit' the situation..

This has been turning around in my head for some years
and will continue to do so for many more to come..

Statement obtained.

Steven has failed to indicate that a statement
has been taken but provided the following information..

< artist statement >

To find yourself you need the greatest possible freedom to drift.

and, morality aside, just doing what you can to get by.

from bad decisions, overwhelming debts and dead end jobs
freedom to choose your own interests still exists and is
always an available escape route..

some things are just there to facilitate a means to an end.

you could follow the 'instinct' theory and go with the drift
and, as Bacon, see where that takes you; which does seem the
better and more organic way to live. (impulsive/contradictory
temperament)

i am un chien andalusia

~ inferior product man ~

base metal work continues;
a multitude of layering
and painting with drill's



hermoso el sol;

for a very brief moment the sun shot
through the french doors and I could
almost see the 'most beautiful iridescent
blue' I have been looking for.



and I am hopeful of an amber base
copper contrast to complete.

I looked under the mats and I asked all the cats

I have a CV and artist statement to write
along with submitting half a dozen images
by the end of this month.

The images are not a problem, they never are,
the CV & the statement are what will cause me
to avoid the deadline till it passes.

Why do galleries want translations and interpretations
of paintings, meanings and explanations?
this is the advantages you get being a dead artist I presume?

I can avoid doing it today by going to work,
wearing a tie and being officious.. (possibly..)
..anyway, I can't do it because I've lost my pencil,
and my dog ate it, and....

Lines like these have got to be an architect’s dream

There is nothing better than escaping work
a few hours early to go and stand in front
of such iridescently beautiful paintings whilst
the Bridgewater Hall's Corus Ensemble performed
their unique mellifluous arrangement.

..like Dante to Milton (by the latter I mean found,
not lost)

Well you could be forgiven for thinking you had
briefly entered a private paradise..

~ Howard Hodgkin at the Turnpike Gallery ~





Unfortunately all good things come to an end and
the suspension of reality is a temporally sustained
affair..

I walked back to my motorcycle to realise I had won
another parking ticket, this time for parking in the
'MOTORCYCLES ONLY' parking bay.. which, obviously is
reserved for tanks..

End game

Murderous intent looms
like the dirty end of winter...

We all seek the real.

I can take you there.

... go figure.

The Supervisor, the Señorita & the missing portrait of the unknown women

The rain drizzled down without much enthusiasm as we walked
to the shop for supplies, and I spotted them leaning against
the wall.. slowly becoming sodden..
abandoned to the elements..
Two canvases, one with a portrait of an unknown women..
one with a trace outline..

I took them back to the office and consulted the resident
magician, who stated he could work with one of them..

I took the other home..

..much against the advice of Mr P, who was quick to draw our
attention to imminent hauntings of Dorian Gray proportions..
remember Dr Terror's House of Horrors..?

Did my motorcycle really cut out twice on the journey home?
(yes, it did)
Did winged beasties cackle and dive bomb me from the heavens
screaming and shrieking about life after death?
(well, I nearly hit a pigeon)

Who is this mysterious women..?

feted by his hosts (my life as a fake)

I am indeed fermenting discontent and damaging cohesion,
in my most expensive suit of thievery and lies.

I'll take this and that, place them in my hidden chest
and let them corrode beyond recognition.

a witness who'll talk when he's called

Factory Film; IV - 'out of stock'



Still - non; inclusive (type 1)