Happiness, still in progress.
I added a brain and a drum set to this thing I’m working on. It floats around the main composition, which is the Hebrew letter Lamed, which means a heart that understands knowledge. I sort of see it as Eve’s dilemma – perhaps a better title for the painting in the end. We’ll see. Because the literal translation of Lamed can mean either “teach” or “to learn,” I figured a brain was needed. Not a fucked up brain, or a smarty brain. Just a plain brain.
My parents are in there because I have learned a lot from them by example. The example of what not to be like. If Adam is the brain and Eve is the heart, then we are in big trouble if we apply this to my parents. In any case, I do not believe in the bible per se. I think Eve is the mother of both heart and brain, and the Earth for that matter. I think Eve hardly needs Adam. And two Eves together would kick Adam’s ass when he’s on his own just sitting around idle not using either his brain or his heart. What would he do without us? And who is his father really? I’ll tell you who his father was. His Mother! Before paternity tests, no one could ever know for certain who the father is. Usually some flaky schmuck who couldn’t step up. This is why in Jewish law the mother determines whether you’re a Jew or not.
Anyway, I’ve gone waaaay off track. I just wanted to post this work in progress. I don’t know where it’s going exactly yet.
In other news, I’ve had some work done in my garage so I can better store my art and make some room to work in. Thanks to my brother who did me the biggest favor on ever by hiring his construction guys to come make me some art storage cabinets and hook up electricity. Sounds menial, but it really helps.
Your story is touching.i do not feel,however,that people who simply do not understand art beyond their victimization,is appropriate,or interesting.When I see your work,i feel a patheticness but no genius.You would be better off as an advocate for the disabled
This kind of work is grotesque,and does a disservice to academia,genius,and education.It is the ultimate in provincialism.Learn how to fucking draw,for Chrissakes-
I DID THUS KIND OF SHIT WHEN i WAS FOURTEEN-POOR ME-YUCK.YOUR WORK IS DISGUSTING.
A disservice to academia, genius and education?
Sounds like someone got their MFA but still can’t get anyone to buy their art.
You should see if you can get a refund on that tuition, exu. Sue them for misrepresentation. Obviously someone gave you the idea you’re a genius, and they really shouldn’t have been so cruel.
Well, you can always rely on your children to tell you that you are a genius. Assuming they aren’t too embarrassed or traumatized by having you for a mother that they can’t speak.
Exu, you is a big poop. And you are a coward. Go back in your hole, poop. And try to just get over me.
Wow this is one of the classic milestones, when your successes inspire all the bitter washouts and wannabes to peel their lips off the bong long enough to send you pathetic hate mail. You are way ahead of me in this respect, but I remain a good sport. Congrats!
— P
I like your blog very much
Hope you keep on posting great stuff
regards, jenna
ps – I just randomly picked one of your posts to say this