I got so excited remembering meeting Salvador Dali I forgot what I really wanted to say.
YOU HAVE TO DEDICATE YOURSELF TO YOUR ART.
You ca’t be on social media sites all day. You need to treat your art as your work. You ca’t get complacent. You can’t rely on old paintings. You can’t think you are good enough now. You can’t be worried that you are missing something in the world and get unfocused. People have to come later. You can’t be afraid of being alone. Quiet and solitude are the artists friend.
DON’T WAIT TO BE INSPIRED!!! IT IS YOUR JOB TO CREATE ART TO SHOW THE WORLD.
TAKE OFF THE BERET AND SMOCK THAT YOU THINK MAKES YOU AN ARTIST. BEING AN ARTIST IS NOT A GAME.
NOW IF YOU ARE DOING ART AS A HOBBY IGNORE THIS POST.
Salvador Dali came to my high school (H.S. of Art & Design)!!! He brought his pet ocelot who pooped in the hallway. He was larger than life in his cape, wide brimmed hat and of course the infamous mustache.
I will always remember what he told us to do. NEVER STOP CREATING YOUR ART. DON’T WORRY ABOUT WHETHER PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT. YOUR ART IS YOU. DON’T BE AFRAID OF WHO YOU ARE.
I’m so grateful that I had this opportunity to meet an artist so famous in the art world and in many museums. The leader of the Surrealist Movement.
I’M ME AND I DON’T CARE!!!
I did my first real gallery show in the lower east side with another artist. The other artist was a nice young man. I forget what his paintings looked like (that should be a red flag about his art unmemorable).
We were in the gallery talking and he very nicely said “your art is really nice. It’s behind the couch art”. Now I knew that an artist never wants to be told that. It is a put down in the art world. But I very nicely replied ” Yes more sales for me”.
Does art always have to have a political agenda? Why is beautiful art put down? Have you seen some of the art out there today? What does that art mean (Banksy). Do people want pictures of monsters on their walls. I say that because I was in a show where the artist next to me painted purple and green monsters.
I won first prize last year at a juried show for a landscape that no agenda but to be beautiful.
My art say escape the world of insanity and get peaceful again.
P.S. That first ever gallery show was a disaster. I paid the owner $200 to show my work for a week and he never opened the gallery. He disappeared. He called me hysterically crying about his problems. I’m grateful I got my paintings back.
I learned not to pay to show my work anymore and be wary of Craig’s List.
I went to my temple last night for services hopefully to get some peace. At the break a member brings up her involvement with a big protest against the police in October. She started to describe how a big rally about this was important and that the police had murdered helpless children.
ANGER. RAGE. FEAR. LARGE CROWDS. THE CROWDS MENTALITY.
All it takes is one person to incite anger in a group. Anger is not a solution.
Culture and art civilize people. Kids in rural America do not have access to art and music. The education system took away art and music classes.
STOP TRYING TO FIX THE WORLD. DON’T BE TAKEN DOWN BY CROWD MENTALITY.
My mission is to be helpful and happy. Create art.
See how many things can distract you from your art.
BE QUIET. KEEP YOUR ART IN FRONT OF YOU.
The past week has been awful. I was paralyzed with fear about my life as an artist. I went into a dark hole and didn’t know if I would ever get out.
When I posted about getting rid of toxic people I really meant it. I was taking in their negativity like a sponge. I realized that my life and my art have to come first. Chasing after people because of loneliness is destructive.
I have to remember that I can’t waste time on people and things that distract me from my mission. I don’t have time to waste. I’m so grateful I was able to see what was happening and pull myself back from insanity. I need to use my talent and keep moving forward. I have gotten so many signs that I can do this and it is not unrealistic.
DOUBT CAN DESTROY AN ARTIST. DOUBT IS THE DINOSAUR IN MY MIND.
FAITH AND BELIEF MAKES ME CONFIDENT. ALSO HOPE.
So I was depressed when the curator of the Riverdale Gallery came and returned my paintings from this months show. And then she said a man is interested in one of my paintings. I was uplifted and pulled back from my reptilian brain. And it was priced at $1200. The curator said I overpriced my paintings and they would not sell. I don’t care that is what I do. I don’t undervalue my work today. And as I get better prices will go higher.
The painting is called “An Homage to Van Gogh”.
I was diagnosed at the age of 50 as having ADHD since I was a child. No wonder I had a life of never being able to be successful! I was all over the place with no direction. I flew by the seat of my pants. I never was able to follow through on anything. When I found out that this brain disease was the root of all my ups and downs I was able to forgive myself. On the bright side it gave me a talent to see life in a special way.
I’m treated for this but it is not a magic bullet. I definitely have to stay on top of it. My life has to be monitored because I can go into vagueness easily. I can get sucked into the vortex of the internet like a fly. This and using people to distract me are really hard to work on. I’m struggling now.
Today I have to be aware of what I do. Take the action to not waste time. I’m a time drunk. So I am going to end this post and get moving.
THE MISSION IS TO BE THE ARTIST I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE NOT A SLUG!
I’m afraid of loneliness. I’m always looking for people to play with. I’m new in Riverdale and I’m trying to meet people. But it is not good for my art.
And the fact is there are a lot of toxic people who will take you down. They are negative and will not support you. Toxic people destroy your energy and can lead to an artist block. It’s doing it to me now. My artistic motivation is really low.
People pleasing will kill my art. I can’t let people do this. This is taking me away from my mission. I’ve been brain dead for weeks. I’ve lost myself.
I’m telling on myself and making a commitment to take care of myself from now on. The vampires will not get me. I need to be the artist I have become. Stay in my mission and do my work.
Being needy is not who I want to be. It’s an old defect to distract me. The world is crazy and I need to protect myself. I’ve got to get back to painting today. Let go and let God. God is my companion. I will not let these insecure feelings take my to another artist block.
Saturday morning free painting class at the Art Students League. It is not pretty. Unaware of mass chaos finding a spot to paint I was left with a spot so close to the platform where the model posed. I looked up and all I could see was her nose.
I don’t like crowds and there is a wild competitive feeling in the air. I’m sitting on the floor cramped and I’m losing that happy creative mindset I came in with.
I decided to play with the uninspiring view and called it a day. I had to get away from the savage artists of the League. They are selfish, self seeking, and inconsiderate. They will run you over to get the perfect spot.
I don’t understand why they are so into painting exactly like the instructor. The instructor’s ego encourages it. There is no appreciation of an artistic style. When the class does a show in the gallery it’s like looking at mini me of the instructor.
It was a challenge going there. I did as long as I could. I did it for my art. Then one day my anatomy instructor (he loved my drawings) whispered in my ear “IT’S TIME TO FLY “. Meaning get the hell out before you wither and die. I was good enough to stop being a student. I was a true artist.
You can’t be an art student forever. A lot of those artists never leave. They are waiting for the day they achieve perfection. Forever fighting for the best spot.
I was told to go out and show my art. I had never really shown my work publicly and I was scared. I just started to do art again and didn’t know where to show it. My mentor said to have an art party in my apartment and invite people.
It’s really important to have a mentor that you are afraid of not following through. I was trapped to do it. So I put all my work around my apartment invited a bunch of friends and acquaintances. I was so anxious even to have people in my apartment. And they had to travel to Queens which most people don’t want to do. I prayed.
And they came. And I sold some work. And we all had fun.
It was the start of being visible with my art. With who I was. It helped me see that showing work is important.
DON’T HIDE YOUR ART….THE WORLD WANTS TO SEE IT!