seriously, now (July 11, 2007)
I have no idea where this thought came from, but it occurs to me that life is
rather funny. Especially, when people take their identities, behaviors, and
self-importance so seriously. I know it is a basic human need to feel
important, but come on, now!
I seem to hear the phrase, “what is my legacy” more than ever. Chest out,
chin up; sophisticated language and tastes have taken on a whole knew
meaning for me, today. It’s funny when people are serious! The lyrics
from the song, “Everybody wants me!” comes to mind. or, or, or, better,
yet, “chicks dig me”.
Again, sometimes my thoughts are random, but something about
seriousness made me think of a woman who came in to an exhibition I was
having a few months back. She was angered by the whole concept of
abstraction, and how she “even saw a canvas that was painted all black”
in a museum. She was very point blank, and expected to catch me in my
artistic fraud. I calmly looked at her, and asked her what she felt when
she saw the black canvas. She said that she was mad that such a piece
could be in the museum. I asked her if she felt something. She
sarcastically answered, “yes, I was angry.” I replied, “that is the point”.
She still didn’t get it! If she would have been at a happy point in her life
then she would have been happy to see the simplicity in the painting, and
the relief from visual overload. She almost stomped out of my exhibition,
and my thought was that she is still angry. Reflective expressionism is
about feeling; not identifying subject matter.
(c) kenneth martin
I have no idea where this thought came from, but it occurs to me that life is
rather funny. Especially, when people take their identities, behaviors, and
self-importance so seriously. I know it is a basic human need to feel
important, but come on, now!
I seem to hear the phrase, “what is my legacy” more than ever. Chest out,
chin up; sophisticated language and tastes have taken on a whole knew
meaning for me, today. It’s funny when people are serious! The lyrics
from the song, “Everybody wants me!” comes to mind. or, or, or, better,
yet, “chicks dig me”.
Again, sometimes my thoughts are random, but something about
seriousness made me think of a woman who came in to an exhibition I was
having a few months back. She was angered by the whole concept of
abstraction, and how she “even saw a canvas that was painted all black”
in a museum. She was very point blank, and expected to catch me in my
artistic fraud. I calmly looked at her, and asked her what she felt when
she saw the black canvas. She said that she was mad that such a piece
could be in the museum. I asked her if she felt something. She
sarcastically answered, “yes, I was angry.” I replied, “that is the point”.
She still didn’t get it! If she would have been at a happy point in her life
then she would have been happy to see the simplicity in the painting, and
the relief from visual overload. She almost stomped out of my exhibition,
and my thought was that she is still angry. Reflective expressionism is
about feeling; not identifying subject matter.
(c) kenneth martin
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