This is a response I wrote someone in my ideals. I wanted to turn it in to a thesis. By no means do I want this to come across as pretentious. It's not my intention. Many things in any art form can easily, and accidentally fall into that context.
I believe as a modern-day society we truly lost, What is Art. Due to the development of technology and social media - information is easily accessible. "What was an artist thinking when they wrote a piece of music or painted a picture? Let's look it up." Often, when I do find the development behind a piece of work; it's nothing as I have perceived it. The key word is perception.
I'm trying to restore a sense of mystique in what was lost through time. I want to be old school. As an artist in fine arts, my practice is based upon magic, and secrecy. Very few people know what’s rolling around in my head. It's because it's all about the reveal - whether that be social media means or in a gallery. Houdini never revealed his methods in his presentation. If he did, it would be a wash; his tricks that deceived your mind would be nothing more than tomfoolery. You may never have seen or heard about a particular artist's piece of work in a gallery. And when you look for the first time, the gears in your head turn. What about, when you are anticipating the release of a new album? Then you listen for the first time in your headphones and no one is around; solitary consumption. It's you and that piece of music. How I create my art is guarded, because it's my recipe. I hardly release works in progress. I work alone - just as a carpenter works with wood or a blacksmith works with metal - my creations come from mind to hands. It's an intimate relationship.
With today's social media trends, I notice quite a few artists paint while recording. Or somehow, they are the center focus rather than what they are creating. The desire to wonder or gather information is lost. The reveal is over because they showed all the cards in their hand. If your most valuable time during your creative development is with a camera up your arse - be my guest. The root of that statement as an artist; is your time truly valuable in that scenario? Do you make love for the world to see? Don't answer that.
No one knew what Dali was thinking or the frame of mind he was in when he created. He lived on an island in the middle of nowhere doing crazy shit part of the time. He pissed on a Warhol Marilyn print in the middle of a restaurant for sakes. What about Michelangelo painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?
For me in my practice there is no defining moment, or instance per se. It's continuous and evolving, thus the title of my studio. With modern use of photography; it's capturing one small frame in a moment in time. However, what you do with that photograph can be epic. The subject of fine art however is immortality, timeless, forever etched in history. Or is it? According to artists selling their pieces through Amazon and Etsy; apparently history gets diluted. Your mark is not distinguished and it's attempt is lost. I'm trying to find a happy medium in that climate.
In my perspective, people don't relish that of a photograph. I love photography however, so don't construe where I'm going with this. It is though impersonal, and a non-laborious act in some aspect. Granted, there is photography art, which is a practice today that can be noted.
The sculptures of Rome, the paintings of van Gogh, or Monet are studied repeatedly. That particular artist's 3rd eye of perspective - what were they thinking, how did they create this? Over analyzed until those that gaze upon their work are sickened in the head. That statement alone is what I'm about. I don't want you to look on the surface and think, "That's a pretty picture." I want to delve in the back of your brain in to your subconscious and plant a seed and play with your thoughts like it's my personal sandbox. I want wonder. What you find as you look closer, is me as a person in my work. I don't create circles, or abstract boxes - or throw paint about to show who I am. It's how I work my brush, my little oddities found. And that goes for any artist you are critiquing out there. Often, it's not what’s on the surface. Look deeper, dig - life is a marvel. It's in a picture.
(Picture: Norman Rockwell, The Connoisseur, 1961)