No Action

All the varied “sights” open to my senses happen to crowd all of my  other senses. I use all my senses, the usual plus more when, for instance, as I view a scene, a landscape. Soon, I have  a lot of inputs and, frankly, it’s kind of cool. Then it isn’t. I am ‘not paying attention”.

I am not “distracted”, or “un-focused”. I am not giving my attention the voltage needed for me to relate to the landscape-as-visual input. In front of me.

Taking photos is fine but for me it’s a distraction, a bit lazy of me, and I miss so much fiddling with the mechanisms. Interaction I don’t need. I may take one photo reference of the whole landscape or something interesting. At most two.

The rest goes into my memory. The scene. So when I’m on a photography or sketching mission those actions are what I do. If I want to scout a location employ every tool at my disposal to “capture” selections of the site(s), where I am involved, the “space” if you will.

Otherwise I simply “am”. On a chair. Seeing. No action. Aware.

I hope your work and joy makes you free,

Lemuel

blue sky photography

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Art Me

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Art Me

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Once I decided to get started making Art it’s all been downhill from that point.

What? Keep reading.

Deciding to put myself out there was my last resistance to becoming the Artist.

The tasks following from that first attitude then are—

A. to adjust my techniques

B. to practice

C. to have something to say.

Not so difficult. Open to everybody.

Any Art difficulties show up when I think I am climbing some kind of “Artist’s mountain” to achieve my “status”. The way is easy now from the top down.

I’m in Art because I can’t wait to see what I’m going to make next.

Art is—

So, Art is any product from the Artist’s actions.

Involving—

1. Content / Intention, the Artist’s ideas as presented

2. Color selection or combination / Contrast & Light in monochrome / Materials or media used

3. Design Composition

4. Commitment

5. Personal Mastery

So far, a decent gathering of concepts for me to begin to tweak my Art.

And—

A little guide for how I find my voice/style or what I like to make.

I cannot predict what will sell or how much money something I create is worth.

Someone other than the Artists determine Art values and worth, otherwise we’d all be millionaires.

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c. Lemuel

29 November 2018

Q: How do I know when a painting is ‘finished’?

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Q: How do I know when a painting is ‘finished’?

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A: When I run out of paint.

A: The buyer pays in cash.

A: When I have to start a new painting. I have a rain slicker-like small work area.

A: When the rats eat it.

A: When someone steals my easel.

A: When someone pinches my easel and leaves the canvas in the alley with tire tread.

A:When my studio mates use my canvas to cover a broken window pane.

A: The Post-It ™ read, “Sorry, I was so cold. “ My easel, paints, brushes, and canvas are fuel.

c. Lemuel

07 November 2018

Making, the Art

My ability to learn is up or it is down, but sometimes it is “just right”.

Learning to Make anything takes practice. I get experience from practice.

If I try maybe I will have success.

Practice is the travel companion to Art (and anything really).

A finished work, price tagged and “re-homed”, gives at least two people, maybe the gallery too, pleasure.

No one sees my practice.

But it pays.

c. Lemuel

01 November 2018

Mask with Heart

Mask with Heart

Materials

Finest domestic scrap re-cycled wood products.

Dimensions

38 x 20.3 cm, 15 x 8 in.

Design

Incorporate minimal wooden shapes to create a mask. Add a visual surprise.

Intention

Use as much recycled wood per design to create a mask at least 15 x 6 in (38 x 15.5cm) no larger than 20 x 12 (51 x 30.5 cm).

Purpose

Develop Art from the scrap-flow. Refuse has a new life when Artists re-use and do not refuse to seek out junk and flotsam.

Making pleasing objects from cast-off materials. “Cast-offs” can be of any material or media which is re-cast anew.

Art, My Imaginary Snowball

My purpose for writing this essay is to address the notion of “getting on with the project of making Art and avoiding making excuses”.

Perhaps I have held the final snowball. I reached into a drift and squeezed snow until it compacted. Then I sensed everything I could possibly get from it.

I wanted the experience. I had expectations because I know snowballs. Really? How about, “What is Spring?” Not in 2018. The last snowball was in Spring (so far).

Spring brings buds, and blooms, and bugs. I have those experiences. Now snowballs. Maybe a new trend.

Like when I encounter other new things it’s a signal to refresh my thinking, to be ready for new circumstances, even taking charge of new opportunities.

Now, I start– now to do those three things and I begin with the notion I shall give no concern to other person’s evaluations of me. Not a question it’s an objective.

Since I cannot fathom the intentions or motives of others I will not pick up their opinions or evaluations or judgments either because the former go with the latter like old traveling acquaintances.

I expect nothing from others — not to be nihilistic or anti-social the thinking is merely my worth is not weighed on their scales.

It is not for others to bestow praise or awards or money, to become my imaginary snowball for sensing or measuring how well I may be doing in the way of my Art. I like praise, glory, money, and success. They’re not how I measure “me” and how well I’m doing is all.

On the other side, if I get derision, rejection, suffering, and no cash, I’ll still have a fairly pleasing Art collection and the prospects of making more.

The more involved I become in my Art the more I realize I am one of the few constants upon which I can rely. Sometimes it snows in Spring sometimes it doesn’t.

I’ll get praise and then a wallop from the other side too. It’s occurred over the same piece if Art, hot and cold, like a snowball.

(c) Lemuel

16 April, 2018

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