"genus irritable": This is my #sad painting--a disturbing painting--a #painting I can't take my eyes off of because I can't believe I'm the one who #painted it! It is currently on display as part of "Confabulation," an #exhibit at the Mayer Arts building at Marylhurst University. The longer I contemplate this strange #creation of mine, the more I see it is chalk full of #symbols and #iconography. Most of the symbols were not consciously intentional. There are things in there that are meaningful to me on so many levels, both positive and negative...like an onion. You can peel back an onion one layer, only to find another...and another. The end result is still an onion. Perhaps you enjoy onions. Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you are even allergic to onions! But now you are looking at one. You're welcome. #makeamericagreatagain with appropriation of Kara Walker's "Cut" 30x22 inches, #watercolor, India #ink, #Gouache on #arches cold press. #postcontemporary #pdxartists #instaart

Saturday, March 18, 2017

This is my #sad painting--a disturbing painting--a #painting I can't take my eyes off of because I can't believe I'm the one who #painted it! It is currently on display as part of "Confabulation," an #exhibit at the Mayer Arts building at Marylhurst University. The longer I contemplate this strange #creation of mine, the more I see it is chalk full of #symbols and #iconography. Most of the symbols were not consciously intentional. There are things in there that are meaningful to me on so many levels, both positive and negative...like an onion. You can peel back an onion one layer, only to find another...and another. The end result is still an onion. Perhaps you enjoy onions. Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you are even allergic to onions! But now you are looking at one. You're welcome. #makeamericagreatagain with appropriation of Kara Walker's "Cut" 30x22 inches, #watercolor, India #ink, #Gouache on #arches cold press. #postcontemporary #pdxartists #instaart

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". . . That poets (using the word comprehensively, as including artists in general) are a genus irritable, is well understood. . . An artist is an artist only by dint of his exquisite sense of Beauty — a sense affording him rapturous enjoyment, but at the same time implying or involving, an equally exquisite sense of Deformity, of disproportion. Thus a wrong — an injustice — done a poet who is really a poet, excites him to a degree which, to ordinary apprehension, appears disproportionate with the wrong. Poets see injustice never where it does not exist — but very often where the unpoetical see no injustice whatever. Thus the poetical irritability has no reference to ‘temper’ in the vulgar sense, but merely to a more than usual clear-sightedness in respect to wrong: — this clear-sightedness being nothing more than a corollary from the vivid perceptions of right — of justice — of proportion. . . But one thing is clear — that the man who is not ‘irritable’ (to the ordinary apprehension), is no poet.” ~Edgar Allan Poe