This person is a genius whoever they are
I don’t care really. There are a lot of great artists in the world and most of them will never be heard of. The Arts is a Dog and Pony show is largely controlled by a small group of people who decide who’s going to be famous or not. It’s Tuesday and it’s still fucking cold here. In the distance I can hear the honking of a fire truck. I haven’t been to an art gallery in quite a while. I’m trying to remember when. It could have even been in Australia in Sydney where I remember seeing one of Bret Whiteley’s blue Lavender Bay paintings. It was quite spectacular.
Bret and the family
Call me a skeptic, call me an Uber (DON’T!! ), but I’ve always thought that painters were like guys that joined rock bands in order to pull chicks. Almost all of them, and I’m speaking for men here, have had their ‘muses’, hot young chicks who they love to paint and then have sex with, until they get tired of the whole thing and go out and get a fresh model.
Françoise Gilot was one of Pablo Picasso’s most significant muses, meeting him in 1943 when she was 21 and he was 61
Picasso, I believe was one of those dudes. Good luck to him. I can’t remember if I had the same motivation myself when I wanted to be in a band. I think I just wanted to be cool and play the drums, which later morphed into piano, singing and guitar. I used to drive my grandmother crazy sometimes with my piano playing. I lived at my grandma’s house from the age of fifteen on. My father had married this woman who I didn’t like much. I don’t know how she felt about me, nor did I care. I decamped to Footscray, a much more interesting place.
11 out of 10 for creative imagination.
One day after I had been loudly pounding the keys and acting like an ass my grandmother said “you think you’re so great, playing the piano and blowing your own trumpet. There’s a lot of people who are better than you, you know.” I had to admire her mixed metaphors, but she was wrong of course.
I like Philip Guston’s work for some reason
I get to decide who’s better than me, not anyone else. Not critics, not reviews, not some random cloth eared electronic sheeple, and certainly not my grandmother. My other grandmother was more encouraging. She lived in another state and I didn’t see her much. The last thing she ever said to me was, “you keep playing the piano.” I did.
Good Day
The Slaughtermen only ever made one music video. At least two of my ‘muses’ are in it