Friday, September 30, 2005

Torturing Souls

I mentioned earlier that I would try to engage my mind in art by visiting all of the blogs in The List. Language has proven to be a debilitating factor in this exercise but I am pressing on, nevertheless, in the hopes of finding something to get the cogs moving again.

Today, I found this.

On 00e00, a site titled enrique zabala: notes on contemporary art, the author laments his complicated relationship to painting.
...I paint, you could say, in spite of. In spite of not finding happiness in it, of it seeming like a heavy, uncomfortable and slow vice. In spite of that painting seems like a metamorphosis into a divine replicate; a replicate no less extravagant and miserable than the original. In spite of living painting as an impulse rather than pleasure; as a necessity rather than as freedom...

Poor, tortured soul...

In an earlier blog entry, we can read a story about the Painter, Parrhasius, and how he had his subject tortured to get just the right expression for his painting.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


Sad that I missed the art blogging discussions at Artivistic, I've decided that I simply must force myself to look at some kind of art thing on a daily basis. As I don't have galleries to go to, I will go through the massive list of art blogs done by Loreto Martin and linked at Zeke's Gallery. That ought to keep me busy for a while.

I noticed that I am not on said list. Guess I should make some art or something. Also noticed that Zeke is calling this site No Practive. Not sure what that means but it sounds important.

As for what I have been up to...

Monday was my 40th birthday. This was a very traumatic experience for me. Forty is such a large number.

D. took me out to a great Greek restaurant in town called Theo's. We drank a bottle of red wine and I got quite drunk then he took me back to his place, tied me to the bed and performed unspeakable acts on me, helping to mitigate the trauma of turning forty. I then passed out and have been napping on and off ever since.

Friday, September 23, 2005


Yes, I've been quiet. I've been living life and not making any work at all and not even looking at anyone else's work. This has been both relieving and boring. I need to get to Vancouver and see some stuff. I need to be inspired.

I just got back from a quick (couple of hours) trip to Vancouver to visit a new doctor. I go back next month for yet another biopsy - this one on my liver. Yum. I can hardly wait. I'm going to try to make a trip out of that one - hop over to some galleries and see what's up. If it pans out, I just may have something to write about.

I'm sad that I am missing the art blogging discussions over at Artivistic. Too bad I was unable to go. I was really hoping to make it. Ugh. I'm depressed. I'm interested to hear what everyone has to say about it though. What does art blogging mean, anyway? Has it become an integral part of the art world? Why or why not?

At the homefront, I have been spending fewer and fewer hours here. It seems strange to be sitting at my mac, in my room/studio, trying to get my cylinders firing again. I've been avoiding me. My mind has gone to ruin. I need a drink.

This small town has been good for my sanity in the short term. I've had time to regroup and relax... but I'm becoming a hermit - a very boring one at that. I do believe that it's time to shake things up a bit.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Finally, The Results Come In...

Thursday, September 01, 2005

CT Scan Day

Blog Depression

In the nick of time, and thanks to NEWSgrist, the nonist posts a link to a pdf file entitled What Everyone Should Know About Blog Depression.
Most bloggers feel down and find their own blog sickening now and then
- it's a natural reaction to the self induced and largely imaginary pressures of blogging.

But when these feelings are severe or prolonged,
- the blogger may lose all sense of proportion, becoming angry and bitter about an undertaking which was totally voluntary and which does not directly contribute to his or her continued survival, on this, our planet earth.
Though amusing, I didn't find the pamphlet particularly helpful. In fact, it's made me more depressed than ever. The prevailing question the writer offer up is, "Do you have anything better to do?" Coming to the realization that I, in fact, do not was sobering, to say the least.