Are You Working Hard enough?

All serious artists suggest that in order to be a painter of any consequence, you have to paint every day, barring hurricanes or the flu. This is why we have groups that are committed to "A Painting a Day". They don't fool around by just laying down the first wash, or they certainly don't put their painting on the mantel for a week's assessment. It is common knowledge, however, that the more you paint the better your chance for success. As Aristotle said:  “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is

not an act, but a habit.” 

Here is an example of an artist that definitely works hard enough:

 Levitated Mass by Michael Heizer, 1969-2012

"Known colloquially as "the Rock," Michael Heizer's latest project wooed Southern California residents on its 105-mile journey from the Riverside rock quarry to LACMA. The closely-documented tow lasted almost two weeks, because it's top transport speed was recorded at five miles per hour. Despite its tedious haul, Heizer's boulder attracted followers, reception crowds at pit stops, and full newspaper spreads over the course of the installation. Its notoriety in recent news is only a testament to the social and art historical parallels that are exposed, as Angelenos now gather around a massive rock akin to an ancient megalithic monument."

This is one of the 50 artworks you can view on the website below. It is an interesting site for art and design news.

http://www.complex.com/art-design/2013/01/the-50-most-iconic-artworks-of-the-past-five-years/

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My Blue Period

Having just finished talking about how I "love the brilliant yellow which brightens up whatever room it is in" in my last blog I have turned to the dark side in my latest painting. I do, however, must admit that I also love this dark inky indigo blue.

                                                           

Speaking of "Blue Period" reminds me of Picasso, and that reminds me of a really bad joke:

After his wife divorced him, Joe asked his best friend, Bill, to fix him up with a blind date. Bill obliged. The next day Joe called up Bill and shouted at him angrily: "Bill, what kind of a guy do you think I am. That girl you fixed me up with was cross-eyed; she was almost bald; her nose was long, thin and crooked; she had hair growing on her face; she was flat chested; and her ankles were as thick as her thighs".

Bill answered: "Either you like Picasso, or you don't like Picasso."

(Don't blame me -  blame Picasso.)

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