Tuesday, May 19, 2009
JK Rowling got her inspiration from somewhere. Some people speak of muses- you know, those divine sprits that gave inspiration to the artist. The Greeks many years ago started out with only three but I guess competition for their favours grew, and they discovered a whole bunch more. What I don't understand, is that there doesn't seem to be one for the visual arts. Sure, comedy, tragedy, poetry, song, dance and memory all have their guardians. But what about painting, carving, sculpting? Were these considered lesser arts? Were they too much of the worldly sphere? So here I am, a so-called visual artist, without a muse, drawing JK Rowling, who could pick from amongst Clio, Mneme, and Polymnia, among others. No fair! Except I do have one, I am certain. And I don't want to piss her or him off, so I have to not criticize. My muse lately has been encouraging me to do work on the computer, so here you see a digital piece. If it sucks, blame my muse. Just kidding. I love you, muse. Don't leave me! As you can see, it's a tense relationship. As soon as I get a bit angry or frustrated, my muse is out the door. Sometimes he skips town entirely and doesn't come back for weeks. He doesn't even tell me where he goes, but comes back with a tan and smells of the sea, and I get the feeling he's been cheating. When Ray Charles says "Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me. I can see that far away look in your eyes," I'm pretty sure he was talking about his muse. I understand totally. They make us cry. But we always take them back.
at May 19, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sorry for the long delay, cyberspace buddies. Internet outage. Here is the next piece for the salt fairy tale. I've jumped ahead a bit, as you can probably guess. What happens is the King chucks his youngest daughter out of the castle, and she becomes a maid, only to attend a ball where she meets and falls in love with a handsome prince. Yes, aligned stars and deserved fate at its finest. But I ask, does this ever really happen in real life? Probably not, that's why it's a fairy tale. And if it ever did happen in real life, we would never, ever recognize it for what it was. There's too much crap that happens in between. Say, an abused child escapes her family home and later finds true love. In what way are those two events connected? But these fairy tales say that it is so. And why is everyone so ready to forgive? And yet at other times there is no mercy or compassion shown to the old, ugly or infirm.
Any how, this piece shows the first dance between the prince and princess. I've used a handsome friend of mine as a model for the prince's face, which makes me laugh, because he would probably never have that expression on his face. But I enjoy basing the characters I draw on people in real life; it gives an extra dimension to the piece when I am creating it.
at May 12, 2009
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