For that which is about to be inflicted on your retinas. I don’t have photos of cats doing silly things (YET!), so I’d say about 2/3 of you are about to click on another thing. Fair enough. We all know that the modern world doesn’t know how to communicate without the aid of 1.a picture of a cat or 2. phonetic text speak.
So why am I here then, if I’ve got the gall to both turn up without a photo of some misanthropic feline (they’re just like us!) and a refusal to stop at least attempting to spell? That’s a very big question to ask, Charlie Brown. Why are we all here, for that matter. Out of all the specks of cosmic dirt in all the whirling chaos that we attempt to pin down with things like physics and time, right now there is you and me, both looking at a screen. It’s a Sunday here on my speck of dirt, in my bit of chaos, and I’m starting a blog like I said I would instead of cleaning out the fish tanks.
This is going to be an artist’s blog, with me, the artist. I’ll attempt do do things that look pretty. I’ll attempt to make you think. I’ll be a palate cleanser in between all of those photos of funny cats. I’ve tried keeping another blog before, one that was much more personal, and back in the mists of time that was 2004, this was perfectly acceptable. These days? Not so much. I’ve got a living to maintain these days, you see, and that’s supposed to involve less lazy public whining, because unfortunately I didn’t grow up to be a food critic. That and honestly, nobody really cares.
But! The art thing? I’d like to make a document of. I’d like to start a dicussion. I’ll probably end up frothing away about the plethora of half-baked half-arsed abstracts that there are filling the world (because GOOD GRIEF, PEOPLE! That stuff was not for sniffing!) I’d like to show works in progress. I’d like to take a rare opportunity to put my thought processes in coherent order.
I’d like to see what else is out there.
Stick with me, Charlie. It gets better.