When I was younger was I less foolish, or just foolish in a different way?
When I was younger I was quite passionate about art I thought of as universal, rational, academic. Art that could be delved into, explored, thought deeply about by anybody; I liked art that had something objective about it. Why exactly that quality was desirable, or even what exactly made something of that category, I could not, and still cannot, tell you. Mostly because such a thing is kinda laughable.
When I was younger I was quite passionate about art I thought of as universal, rational, academic. Art that could be delved into, explored, thought deeply about by anybody; I liked art that had something objective about it. Why exactly that quality was desirable, or even what exactly made something of that category, I could not, and still cannot, tell you. Mostly because such a thing is kinda laughable.
Nowadays the art I like isn’t something that’s particularly accessible to anybody else. A doodle by Abby, a picture of her shoes, the little pronged footprints Reynolds the rooster leaves as the first chicken brave enough to step into fresh snow.
I thought about making some frames recently, for my pictures. I had thoughts of selling some, perhaps. The pictures, the frames’d be a bonus. It occured to me that most of the pictures I take are not that compelling to people other than me and perhaps the three or four folks who read this blog on a regular basis. Lovely as you are dear reader, a half dozen is not much of a market, is it?
There’s something of the universal in that picture of a rooster and in my pictures of Abby, of course, but is that marketable? If it were marketable would that be bad?
I think it probably would be bad, yeah. I like art that makes the dozen or so people I actually care about feel nice, and that’s what I intend to keep making
I thought about making some frames recently, for my pictures. I had thoughts of selling some, perhaps. The pictures, the frames’d be a bonus. It occured to me that most of the pictures I take are not that compelling to people other than me and perhaps the three or four folks who read this blog on a regular basis. Lovely as you are dear reader, a half dozen is not much of a market, is it?
There’s something of the universal in that picture of a rooster and in my pictures of Abby, of course, but is that marketable? If it were marketable would that be bad?
I think it probably would be bad, yeah. I like art that makes the dozen or so people I actually care about feel nice, and that’s what I intend to keep making