I might be clever.
Spent a good deal of time on the weekend working my ceiling. I would like to say that the work I am doing is making me happy. I think it used to.
As an artist it has become something that silently bitches it’s state of incompletion and I’ve grown to resent it for that. I know the direction it’s going, but it’s not exactly easy. It is however, calculated, even if it screams that it is not. The hours I spend squinting at my walls like an idiot are countless. I have often given Mr. Morgan grief, after inviting him in to see my next ideas…. and of course he doesn’t see what I fucking see so not his fault but he does his best and says it’s great when I know the man is bullshitting for the sake of not engaging a fight.
I hate being bullshitted - unless you are reeeeeeally good at it, there is nothing worse than a bad liar - yet at the same time…. aren’t artist’s a bit tender and in need a bit of it sometimes? I would like someone to actually look at my work and tell me it sucks. No one ever has. So where is my money then? Does everyone lie? Have I not promoted myself? That one I can answer…. I tried to get a gig at the.....fuck them I WILL drop names… at the Brewery Arts Center in Carson City.
I met with a gentleman and showed him my work, understanding that I would need frames and some fine tuning. His understanding was I was there to speak about my interest in S&M. My what? His presumption was that because I draw women is various nude ways, that I was invited his bald, pudgy, pasty and nasty body into my life. Right…. so when I became offended and very clear of art being my only intention he sent me out and he had the entire museum bounce my work as nothing short of porn. Bold words from a man who wanted to mask up and whip me proper.
I am further not allowed to even show my work in that city. I never tried to put my art out again and it left a taste in my mouth I don’t care to return to. That is the story of my two minute career in art. It’s sort of a bummer because I do know that I have talent, and thoughts, and create some crazy ideas. I’m useful, but that’s the story of my attempt. It did go a bit further from his mouth, but unlike that asshole…. I’ll not punish him, like he did to me, and he should send me a thank you card for my discretion, small towns like that don't care for middle aged perverts who hold a high position in the elite of the artistic community.
-DM
As an artist it has become something that silently bitches it’s state of incompletion and I’ve grown to resent it for that. I know the direction it’s going, but it’s not exactly easy. It is however, calculated, even if it screams that it is not. The hours I spend squinting at my walls like an idiot are countless. I have often given Mr. Morgan grief, after inviting him in to see my next ideas…. and of course he doesn’t see what I fucking see so not his fault but he does his best and says it’s great when I know the man is bullshitting for the sake of not engaging a fight.
I hate being bullshitted - unless you are reeeeeeally good at it, there is nothing worse than a bad liar - yet at the same time…. aren’t artist’s a bit tender and in need a bit of it sometimes? I would like someone to actually look at my work and tell me it sucks. No one ever has. So where is my money then? Does everyone lie? Have I not promoted myself? That one I can answer…. I tried to get a gig at the.....fuck them I WILL drop names… at the Brewery Arts Center in Carson City.
I met with a gentleman and showed him my work, understanding that I would need frames and some fine tuning. His understanding was I was there to speak about my interest in S&M. My what? His presumption was that because I draw women is various nude ways, that I was invited his bald, pudgy, pasty and nasty body into my life. Right…. so when I became offended and very clear of art being my only intention he sent me out and he had the entire museum bounce my work as nothing short of porn. Bold words from a man who wanted to mask up and whip me proper.
I am further not allowed to even show my work in that city. I never tried to put my art out again and it left a taste in my mouth I don’t care to return to. That is the story of my two minute career in art. It’s sort of a bummer because I do know that I have talent, and thoughts, and create some crazy ideas. I’m useful, but that’s the story of my attempt. It did go a bit further from his mouth, but unlike that asshole…. I’ll not punish him, like he did to me, and he should send me a thank you card for my discretion, small towns like that don't care for middle aged perverts who hold a high position in the elite of the artistic community.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
8:56 PM
3 Comments:
Sounds like the guy wants to be punished...don't do it!
Any pictures of your artwork? You know, Michaelangelo went blind painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel!
I actually did not know that. I knew of the contraptions he used to hang and create it. I cannot remotely compare myself, but I can understand the physical effects of such. Photos would be weird, much of it are lines that I understand their paths. Wouldn't make sense but will by the time of my par-tay!
Your medium is a problem - not many will fork over money for someone else's ceiling.
LMAO, but seriously, fuck this small town, and its psuedo-hip restaurants. You DO need to self promote more if you'd really like some money in your craft, but more importantly, get online. You already have the technical knowhow, put a store up on etsy.
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