Art, Art Everywhere. On The Ground And In Your Hair!

i've been stuck to my portfolio like a sucker to a shoe, thus have been absent from this space.

but, i've also been soaking up inspiration as if my eyes and ears were insatiable sponges.

so, i'm here to turn the mic over to tom robbins as post one of november, from his book skinny legs and all.

"in the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak."

“Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they're born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mockingbirds aren't content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world.”

“...she recreated the mountains not as she had originally seen them but as she eventually chose to see them, for a person has not only perceptions but a will to perceive, not only a capacity to observe the world but a capacity to alter the world itself. Those people who recognize that imagination is reality's master, we call 'sages,' and those who act upon it, we call 'artists.'”

"Both money and art, powdered as they are with the romance and poetry of the age, are magic. Rather, money is magic, art is magik. Money is stagecraft, sleight of hand, a bag of clever tricks. Art is a plexus of forces and influences that act upon senses by means of practical yet permanently inexplicable secret links. Admittedly, the line between the two can be as thin as a dime. What's more, the magicians of capitalism strengthen their hold on their audience through the manipulation of artistic images.”

“'Originality is a myth perpetuated by the naïve, the romantic, and the unscrupulous. There has been no truly original art since prehistoric times. Every artist has simply reworked the art of his or her predecessors. My artists are unique in that they've owned up to the practice. They've taken it a step further by refusing to participate in the ruse. By simply appropriating the work of artists they admire, copying it and exhibiting it as their own, they are courageously honest – and tragically sad. Their admission of defeat is part and parcel of the melancholia that epitomizes our time.'”

Turn Around Norman's street performances – people usually didn't even notice him, or that he was even performing, but when they did they would laugh or poke fun - “maybe they wanted his place on the street, maybe they simple didn't know how else to respond to an exhibition that pure, that unmotivated by an ambition that they could share or comprehend. One tended to lose one's bearings in the presence of willful and persistent acts of craziness, and the more gentle the act, the crazier it seemed, as if rage and violence, being closer to the norm, were easier to accommodate.”

if you dig it so far and you're hungry for more, pick it up. it's absolutely delicious