Sunday, 30 August 2009

Artist's Bloody Statement Take Two

Attempts at finding answers to some ghastly stock questions:

* Why do you create art and what does it mean to you?

Because. Nothing.

* How does the creation of art make you feel? What emotions do you wish to convey?

Temporarily distracted. Any and all of them.

* What inspires you? How are your inspirations expressed in your work?

Death and doom and meaninglessness and beauty and stoicism.

* What message are you trying to convey to the viewer?

There is no point. But it's sometimes pretty.

* How much time is spent creating your pieces?

Seconds

* How is your work a reflection of you?

It has its ups and downs.

* What artists (living or dead) have influenced you?

Everything influences. Not just 'artists'.

* What is your vision/philosophy?

Pragmatic-determinist-nihilist-sensualist.

* What are your goals for the future?

Survival.

* What are your techniques and style and how do these relate to the medium?

Intuition. Click. Kill the colour.

* How do your techniques and style relate to your vision/philosophy?

B&W suits me - it renders the world more real in the atomic sense.

And a closing remark from K:

"For someone who is a pragmatic determinist nihilist David has a remarkable ability to capture life. His pictures are beautiful and full of meaning and love, even if the man himself likes to come across as a sour old bastard." Thanks dear, this really made me smile.

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I can see I need to work on this a bit. Anyway, cut fourteen hinge mounts this afternoon. My back hurts. It was hurting before, has been for a few weeks.

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Link to the show if anyone wants to come along and ask 'why do you take pictures?'

Exhibition

Friday, 28 August 2009

Been Rather Too Buzzy

But strangely, have been in no mood to talk about it. I think I'm fed up of talking about it. I'm just getting on with living with it and not getting arrested on account of it. I've been reading you all - it's strange how it becomes an extended family. But I am drawing horns in - maybe because I have to deal with the real world a bit more than I have. I have an exhibition starting a week tomorrow (Fri). Getting frames, mount materials, learning how to cut mounts (took me all of half an hour... the violin making came in handy for the steady hands after all)... etc. etc. etc. etc. And I still have to write some bullshit to justify why I take pictures.

Because I do. Because it passes the time. Because because because. Because life is absurd, but the thing is to keep swimming through it with good humour. How do you explain that? Because life or death is immaterial, but keeping going is of the uttermost importance, else the elseness has won. My Nanny was called Elsie, btw. Because it is one thing to be unafraid of your own death, and it is another thing to be unafraid of your childrens' deaths, and they are the same thing.

I am ok. I'm just a little stressed, and gearing myself up for a challenge. This summer has been a good but tough one. Wee stretching exercises. Getting fit. Fitter.

I feel vaguely bad that I'm not doing my usual in terms of trying to keep peoples' chins up. But I know I need time for myself.

Take care one and all, I'll be back in a couple of weeks. Dx

P.S. (Pm: The jug now has an address and packing materials. I'm now in search of suitable cardboard boxes. Expect it during the week after the bank holiday.)

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Tongue In Cheek

We set forth like a hopeful arrow



Headlong towards serenity



Return with tail between our legs



Back from hols. A lovely peaceful intense soothing extreme time was had by all. Loathe to leave.

Hope all are surviving in blogland.

Dx

(pics by K)

Monday, 10 August 2009

A Pint of Plain is Your Only Man

'The Workman's Friend'

When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

When money's tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

Flann O'Brien

Sunday, 9 August 2009

Reflective

How dangerous is peace and happiness?
Only as perilous as that we carry
To and from refuge warm and wild and safe.

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I'm away there again for a while. Thinking of all I spent such gentle times there with recently. Keep safe all, Dx