what do burning man, norman rockwell, and bukowski have to do with each other??
all the fancy schmancy, wallet-bending, elbow rubbing, wine guzzling, agenda pushing, and know-it-all people of my weekend are simply composed of "beautiful lies."
at least the coeur d'alene art auction had the balls to be what it wanted inside and out--a money-making event of elite rich people perpetuating the importance of their collections and causes.
burning man, on the other hand, has hidden behind a self-composed veil of "the make believe brotherhood of man" as it has taken over the desperate hearts, creative minds, and delicate income of it's hard working spine (attendees).
i left the first event with a mouthful of disdain...
i attended the second with a respect for it's honesty...
and bukowski i read in gratitude for finally putting words to it.
Home Studio (also known as Ze Art Cave) July 2013
After working vigorously out of the generator for the past 2-3 months, i've moved my studio back home.
i'll tell ya.
i learned a lot about myself this go-round. i learned:
* i can, in fact, paint with other people around
* i can get projects done on time in foreign space
* i love my friends
*i fucking love to paint
but i've also learned a few other things....
i've been around the art warehouse block. pretty sure i had a massive hand in starting the salvagery revolution. i've had my hand in several artist start-up spaces and i'm familiar with how they flow in this town...booming til burning man and then dormant for a few months and then booming again. that's all well and fine.
i just can't handle anymore burners.
or their burning man projects.
or their burning man gifts.
or their burning desire to have me help them with their project.
or their wood piles.
or their sanders and saws and shitty music.
or their messes.
or their couches.
or their outfits.
or their inability to read a sign stating "headphones mean fuck off."
or their excitement.
or their stories.
or their self-righteous ex-temple-tudes.
i'm just here to make art on this earth as many days in a row as possible...usually without the dangling carrot of purpose (aka burning man).
after they way they treated lew, his crew, his art, and his design... i'll be damned if i give that event anymore of my time or money. after 9 (+/-) years of sitting on my porch entertaining the masses, they don't deserve it anymore and, quite frankly, i don't understand why people don't put their money where their mouths are and usurp that shit.
i've moved from the generator with all of this in mind. i perhaps shouldn't be on the welcoming committee for folks moving their burning man projects into the space.
i'll be back after all the hoopla from the hoopleheads is over.
until then----to ze art cave!!
this is me tooting hella hard.
twenty days and a handful of events later...
here are some photos from the midtown artwalk july 18th. i had a booth and sold inappropriate signs to anyone with cash. i even pretended i had a mailing list that people could sign up for.
it was highly entertaining.
this has been my only participation for artown 2013...and... i'm really alright with that. in the last couple of years i've been gaining insight in the shape of a rollercoaster.
uphill, downhill, i need this project, i don't need this project.... blah blah sierra arts... blah burning man... blah artown... executive association of reno blah blah... and the ride is now coming to a full stop... with me realizing i don't need a damn thing from anyone.
someone just told me, "rich people want what they can't have."
well, i got a lot of all of it and it ain't free anymore, folks.
can you hear it???
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