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Post by donavan on Sept 23, 2016 22:43:11 GMT
So have you ever made some art of any description and later been embarrassed by it and destroyed it? I have, only one song from my cassette early day guitar/songwriting days remains. And my black pen drawing/photocopying stuff is all gone. I chucked it all after a bad split with a girl I went out with for a good few years. Which itself is art, like a new start, a blank canvas, start again. But I do fondly remember a pen sketch I did about this song. I can still see it in my head - m.youtube.com/watch?v=SvAt4CKfj_o#
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Post by donavan on Sept 23, 2016 23:05:17 GMT
So what doubts do you have about art, or loves or anything. What is art? Is it just being alive, corrupted by looking for reason?
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Post by longinglook on Sept 24, 2016 12:51:52 GMT
And now we can't hear the song you wrote because of the break-up with that exceedingly stupid girl? That's a disappointment for us, don.
I seem to remember writing some very bad poems in my teenage angst-ridden years, but no eyes ever saw them but mine. Still, they helped me get some of those pesky feelings out. And that, dear boy, is art. Human expression. Be it be good, bad, or just silly. Kind of like my forum posts.
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Post by donavan on Sept 24, 2016 13:59:27 GMT
I wouldn't dare play or show anyone my stuff even if I still had it. I did the poem stuff too. Read one to somebody once and they ridiculed it. Never again. I do admire people who put their stuff out there. Because it is open to ridicule which can be crushing. I remember years ago writing a poem called Happy Mondays. I threw it away. I often think it may have blown away down the streets of Manchester and was picked up some years later by an up and coming band looking for a name.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Sept 24, 2016 19:42:29 GMT
Is art a sport?
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Post by donavan on Sept 24, 2016 19:56:54 GMT
It's anything you want it to be dude. Let yourself go.
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Post by peggs on Sept 24, 2016 23:19:11 GMT
And now we can't hear the song you wrote because of the break-up with that exceedingly stupid girl? That's a disappointment for us, don. I seem to remember writing some very bad poems in my teenage angst-ridden years, but no eyes ever saw them but mine. Still, they helped me get some of those pesky feelings out. And that, dear boy, is art. Human expression. Be it be good, bad, or just silly. Bad teenage poetry...what memories! I smile now at how earnest I remember being about my writing and that today I can't remember what I wrote. Here's a generalization. At the beginning of any creative endeavor, our abilities never match our vision. Only after mistakes and practice do our skills improve and the results get better. Kind of like life...it's all practice.
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Post by donavan on Sept 25, 2016 8:42:16 GMT
I still like XTC's early poetry. I don't necessarily think it got better over time, just different. And that applies to many things in life. We sometimes are too quick to disrespect or dismiss our early efforts and attempts at all sorts of things. But it's important to remember that everything counts in large amounts, as the song goes.
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Post by miles on Sept 25, 2016 18:18:38 GMT
I still like XTC's early poetry. I don't necessarily think it got better over time, just different. And that applies to many things in life. We sometimes are too quick to disrespect or dismiss our early efforts and attempts at all sorts of things. But it's important to remember that everything counts in large amounts, as the song goes. There is truth in this, what our untrained efforts lack in skill, they MAY compensate for with directness or honesty. Skill allows the artist to obfuscate and manipulate. It also allows the expression of more clear information should we choose. Overall you gain technical ability as you go, like Peggs says. I see many efforts as transitional, in themselves they don't work, but they lead to something interesting or a new direction. Every 6 months or so I try to clean up my studio, and am confronted by stacks of really embarrassing paintings. So many failures (or transitional experiments if you are in a generous mood.) Sometimes I paint over them.
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Post by donavan on Sept 25, 2016 19:18:00 GMT
Don't be too quick to overpaint your embarrassing paintings. They are a time line. Don't be embarrassed. If you end up with something you are really proud of, that embarrassment will be part of it. Love all your children.
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Post by miles on Sept 25, 2016 21:41:12 GMT
Thank you Don.
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Post by donavan on Nov 21, 2016 23:21:28 GMT
You're welcome miles. Sometimes the best art comes from despair and anger. Has the whole Trump thing inspired you to become more creative?
“Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Post by miles on Nov 22, 2016 17:34:57 GMT
You're welcome miles. Sometimes the best art comes from despair and anger. Has the whole Trump thing inspired you to become more creative? “Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." William Shakespeare, Macbeth I guess we will find out. As for being more creative, that is always the goal. When you do it every day if can be hard to get perspective and you can go into default evaluations like "did it sell?" So far the anger has helped me to clean up my studio and I am building some printmaking storage space and next some shelves for all the cds sitting in cardboard boxes on the floor. It might be easier to express anger in music or writing. I have done some overtly political work at times and never thought it was successful. There will be a lot of outrage to channel somehow in the coming dark days.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jun 24, 2020 21:17:26 GMT
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Post by miles on Jun 25, 2020 17:13:22 GMT
Someone just "restored" a painting of his mum, with similar results.
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