I was completely blown away last night by the amount of people that were receptive to my work. I spoke to a couple who overheard me talking to the gallery owner and they started asking me all kinds of questions which I tried avoiding because I was starving but gave into anyways. Those questions turned into THEIR life stories and how when they saw the works each one reminded them of something and that they were able to relate to them. They told me Just the Two of Us, Diptych reminded them of their friend who was a successful doctor who had a troubled life and ended up killing his wife and himself one night and that was the first thing that came into their head when they saw the work. If I never made art ever again I would still die happy that a work of mine could bring about such strong emotion in such a short period of time.
Aside from general craftsmanship and art and blah blah blah compliments, they said my work was tragic and relevant, and that they absolutely loved it. I can say that I honestly cannot begin to explain how much those two adjectives mean to me, and to have somebody I have never met before say that about my work is beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I have dedicated a large portion of my life to creating tragic and relevant work and to have it recognized is more than I can ever ask for.
I try not to show very often and tend to only pursue showings when I have a body of work I feel is ready to be shown. Above all else though, I strictly show so that I am able to stay motivated. It’s cool to have people compliment your work. It’s cool to have people ask you questions. Truthfully, none of that stuff really matters to me. The only thing that matters to me is that my work means something, and whenever I start to doubt that my work means something, I seek out some sort of appropriate showing. It is because of people like the couple above that I am able to continue making art. It is because of people like the couple above that I feel I need to make more and more and more, and whenever I’m not making more I feel like I’m just wasting time.
I’ve always wanted the work to mean something. I’ve always felt that it has to mean something. I’ve always known it meant something. And now I know it means something to somebody, and that’s all I need to know.
Studio life. 1-22-12.
Things are about to get crazy. I don’t know how wide the paper is, but I can tell you it’s 60 inches tall which is 5 feet. That wall is also roughly 20 feet wide I think, so I’d ballpark this around 16-17 feet. I’ll measure it when it’s done and trimmed. I hope I secured it with enough tape. I’m not trying to have giant paper fall on me when I’m on the step stool.
Moby is supposed to be spinning out here tonight but I’m not out there enjoying myself like a normal person because I choose to sit around and eat a giant bowl of cereal instead. What’s good.
They’re filming CSI: New York downstairs. You can imagine the confusion prior to knowing what was going on when I saw the streets lined up with active taxis with “NYC TAXI” on the side.
I absolutely love you for these recommendations, I’m always on the lookout for good docs and I seem to enjoy every single one you mention. Thanks.
yayayayaya I’m glad you enjoy them. Plenty more where those came from ;)
For sure. Let’s go with
Tyson, Crumb (if you’re familiar at all with the artist then you really should watch this), The Baddest Man on the Planet: Fedor (deep look into his Russian training camp), Gladiator Days: Anatomy of a Prison Murder, A Taste of Iran, Hackers: Outlaws and Angels, Alone in the Wilderness (this documentary is really slow paced but it’s about a man who basically left civilization to live in nature and he’s all kinds of badass), Great Happiness Space, Lawyer Walks Into a Bar (so good, this one’s for you potential law students out there…run while you can),
I also want to throw in there Born Rich and The One Percent (has nothing to do with the occupy movement). They’re both directed by one of the rich kids from Johnson and Johnson and is a documentary about him and his friends who are all future heirs to fortunes. They’re really poorly made cinematography wise (what can you expect), but it’s kind of crazy to hear things come out of the mouths of the actual individuals who we as a society technically know so little about. I think he was actually sued by one of his friends at one point for creating these films. I believe it’s documented in Born Rich.
Let me know when you’re done with those.
Here are the links to the other ones for people. Here, here, and here.
Force yourself to get out of bed so you can go see the Hirst exhibit at Gagosian and find out they’re closed on Sundays.
I want to do this, but just watch you draw, while I eat burritos.
yayayaya. This can be arranged but only if I get to take breaks and eat too and you bring Otis Redding with you.