Sold to feel the same in another way

should i be trying for something?
am i trying to be or am i just trying?
creation feels contrived regardless
of my feeling during creating.
i lokk upon what i’ve created
as being stolen, but then again,
who wants to steal shit?
maybe a scatologist?
but i don’t suppose
there are many out there
in search of a shit
i’ve regurgitated.
yes, i’ve puked up shit,
but so have many others.
they just so happen
to market their vomit
as priceless experience.
it’s a damned shame
i’ve fallen for experience
felt in another way.

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Domenic Bahmann, I like your work.

i was recently made aware of an artist’s work through a friend of mine. she told me it made her think of me. she said that i do that. to put it clearly, i don’t, i lack the intelligence and finesse. anyways, i was intrigued by the work of Domenic Bahmann. his conceptual work makes me smile because of his ability to repurpose and portray preexisting concepts. i appreciate the value of an idea over its aesthetic, but i also know the value of the medium to which these ideas are presented. Domenic has the ability to marry both look and idea. i appreciate my friend for sharing this with me, so now, allow me to share it with you.

Living to make-believe understanding

Since I was 5 years old, I’d always had a compulsion to make, but that doesn’t mean I was destined to become a creative. I just happened to like art-related things. And just because I’ve got a diploma in an art related field, doesn’t mean shit.

Or maybe it means exactly that? No, that can’t be true. Who in the right mind wants to hire someone for their shit? A coprophile? A farmer? Either way, I’m not a big enough shit, nor produce enough to satisfy the needs of supply and demand. I create because it’s fun to imagine. Now I’m feeling pressure that I must create things that hold retail value with no real intrinsic value.

I still live to pretend, maybe imagine the ideal. But I’ve noticed, this can be harmful to one’s own mental health. Living contrary to reality is an open request for hardship, but can also be a source of inspiration. I think the problem is that the environments I’m immersed in do not encourage my creative tendencies. Therefore, I’m left creating halfhearted ideals whose force is expunged but misconception. Or, I just create when I want to create because making things when I feel like it usually turn out better than those that are forced.

It seems that I’ve spent my life creating something do not understand. But according this newly acquired paper, I know something. Then what’s with all this doubt?

Drawing experience a line at a time

Recently, I’ve slowly tried to re-acquaint myself with the drawing fundamentals, more specifically gesture drawing. My hope is to infuse my final characters with more dynamism and depth. I know that there’s a right way and a wrong way, but since art is so open ended, what’s right could be wrong and vice versa.

As I see it, art is a very large umbrella. Art, be it through equations or delineation, is just another means of expression. Granted, we all have the ability to express ourselves, but the way in which we convey meaning lays an artist. I’m having a difficulty labeling myself an “artist” when what I express and my mode of communication can be emulated by many. Heck, I’m probably stealing from someone right now and I don’t even know it.

Let’s add some dynamism and depth I’m practicing with. So this past Tuesday I had an elderly women accuse me of trying to knife her while I was at work. Keep in mind, I’m at my place of employment that is equipped with cameras, plentiful employees and roaming customers, everywhere. To make a long story short, I was handing my box cutter to a fellow co-worker when the woman accused me of attempted murder. Luckily, the police mentioned that they’ve had to deal with this specific woman before, do to their mental illness, that I felt a little more at ease.

This has been a hot topic recently, but I’d never been subjected to such an acute situation. First off, it scared me. Was she serious or not? Secondly, who does she know who can do me harm? Thirdly, how do I respond? I realize now that my response to the situation was just adding aggravation to the unstable woman. Lastly, and I hoped against, was having to defend myself. I know, from a 5″2′, at most, woman aged around 55-65 years old. Come on, who wants to knock out their own grandma?

Surely this is not a dynamic gesture drawing, but I hope it illustrates a difficulty I’m finding in categorizing myself, amongst many well-deserved and honored people true to the title of artist. I’m not an artist, just someone who appreciates those who are.

 

Simply Drawn

John Arne Sæterøy, a Norwegian born cartoonist who goes by the moniker, Jason. Born May 16, 1965 in Molde Norway, he made his debut in 1981 in the Norwegian comics magazine KonK. In 1989, he studied graphic design and illustration at Norway’s National Academy of the Arts and graduated in 1994. He has won several awards, e.g. Eisner Awards, for his work and has had his work published in Sweden, Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Poland, Slovakia, Spain, Switzerland, and the United States.

Jason’s work is drawn in a very clean and minimalist style with a colour palette that follows suit. His characters are anthropomorphic animals who, for the most part, rely on a gesticulatory form of communication due to Jason’s infrequent use of speech bubbles.

Why do I like Jason’s cartoons so much? Everything about his comics are great, but I’ll try my best to summarize the reasons why. Essentially, it’s the animals who have human-qualities, that sometimes, in completely wordless plots, are able to express complex ideas, and onto of that, are beautifully rendered in a sleek and minimalist style.

The following link is a showing of select book published Jason called Low Moon.