Get err done

Get Err Done, Yes today I'm in a non-productive frame of mind as I enter the studio. How in holly hell do I get anything done in this dam mess. Well they say a messy studio is the sign of a busy, working Artist. Well those whom make judgments are those who can not judge, for passing judgment on the bases of  bias opinion is to me like looking and not seeing, for everyone has faults. Anyway, I now I'm getting carried away and wondering of the topic! I guess the only way to get it done is to do it!! Help! Does anyone have any suggestions? Well here's to work.

The Artist's, All Nighter

The Artist's, All Nighter.
Here I was, tired all day yesterday. But even so, against all odds I did the Artists all nighter.
Just as so many have done before me, the urge to create compelled that unforgettable state of amnesia as I callit the enevidable ensomia. The urge out weigh the risk of health!
Moreover I did have a very productive studio session,
paid for it today, had to do the lazy day thing.
What is the moral of this story, well the answer is in the soul of the true artist, creativity comes first. The hell with everything easy else.

Artist Block

Artist Block,just as it could drive a writer to crackup it could do the same to any type of artist. Think of it as a miss print in the human mind a clean slate as you will. It could last minutes to lord knows how long, but a true artist will not give up for creating is the life line he/she lives by. The physcilogical effect is so great that some have been known to litery go crazy! So if you get Artist block, just ride it through or you will blow your mind. Sit down, go for walk anything to keep your attention away from the problem it will subside.

Neglect or error

Neglect or error, the topic of my own neglect or error.
I finally got my desk top computer working now I can stop procrastination or neglect.
Well anyway I was using my new cell phone to do all my postings etc. Moreover I still need to learn more about the phone, made to many errors. Although now that I think about it as of late I seem to be making more misstakes.

Now that we got that out of the way lets talk about art.

I realize as I look at art from other artists I do not very often see real emotion in their work, It is one thing to be able to recreate objects etc. so that they look exactly like the subject matter. Where has the true passion gone, have we become so commercialized and blinded that we do not know what passion or emotion is anymore?
Well that is a subject of great debate in the world of art. Personnaly if you just go through the motions and just preducing what everyone dictates you to do, thats fine if that is what you want to do, but think are you really enjoying what you are doing? If you are that is great, but I perfer to take that chance of adventure, show raw spontaniuos art of personnal choice. I mean I will do commissions, but the commissions to me is more about the money. Yes the love of creating art is still their, but we allknow the outcome unless we use our quote un quote artistic licence.

Art, when can we call it art without censorship

What is the reason for censorship, when it comes to Art. By using censorship they are stifling Artists, which is nothingness as far as my opinion is a Conservative opinion at best. So it is bestowed upon the artist to play it safe by Staying within the boundaries of censorship, well I say no if we as artists do as we are told rather than do what we want art is then dead no emotional contexts . Now this is my opinion, would like to hear what people think about this topic.

War what is war

War What is war, It is the worlds aggressive reaction, the embodiment of man, yes the embodiment of man, yes the embodiment of man's aggression Aggressive, Aggressive, Aggressive Aggressiveness, that does not nessarally come from anger, but from within, theyy know. Aware of the broken hearted are those whom want peace But as the sacraficial lamb they lay down their lives with no questions or reward except the knowledge that they helped hold the peace, peace, peace The soldiers, soldiers, soldiers Family and friends, unknown lay the one whom sacrificed.... Numbers unknown.