tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post116473784706372833..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: Ear RelevanceTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164824699876771392006-11-29T10:24:00.000-08:002006-11-29T10:24:00.000-08:00Shandi, Having seen your work, I would definitely ...Shandi, Having seen your work, I would definitely call you an artist. And you hit the nail on the head. The best way to create art is by doing it on your own terms. The minute someone pays you, they rob us a bit of our creativity. I may not get paid to blog, but it gives me a freedom I've never had when I was paid to write.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164819664209689092006-11-29T09:01:00.000-08:002006-11-29T09:01:00.000-08:00Forgive me for being a little bit behind here, but...Forgive me for being a little bit behind here, but...<BR/><BR/>I do consider myself an artist. Not by profession though. I have made some money, a bit here a bit there for commissioned work (usually portraits). Some of it helped pay for art supplies while in college. I took all those really boring art classes. The most valuable class was "Color". It seemed the most boring class so I saved it for last. We mixed colors non-stop... just mixed color after color. Nothing creative at all, just the mathematics of color. That class shaved the time it took me to do a painting by half. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I've been asked why I don't quit my job and pursue art full-time. Apparently I'm wasting my talent. The reason I don't quit is because I'm not stupid. They call em "starving" artists for a reason. I also realized that I didn't want my talent to become a product that can be purchased for a price. I don't want to rely on the opinion of others to enjoy painting. As it is, I paint when I want and what I want. If no one buys it, who cares. I don't need the money because I have a job. <BR/><BR/>I hope that my paintings are passed down through my family to my great great grandchildren. I hope they hang on the walls of my descendents for centuries. It a way, it gives me immortality.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164783723170828222006-11-28T23:02:00.000-08:002006-11-28T23:02:00.000-08:00Lights, a closet poet now, are you? Still, a pox u...Lights, a closet poet now, are you? Still, a pox upon you my friend.<BR/><BR/>JP, Thank you. I appreciate that very much! Good thoughts to you as well.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164781486215664992006-11-28T22:24:00.000-08:002006-11-28T22:24:00.000-08:00Dear Tim,No funny comments from JP tonight ... jus...Dear Tim,<BR/>No funny comments from JP tonight ... just a note to say your writing, your contributions in your job ... neither are irrelevant. I think we all the prize (the publishing contract, the recognition, etc) but, in the end, the lesser-known contributions in this life are the ones we will be remembered for (if not the masses, at least the people who matter the most.) Anyway, JP thinks you rock! <I>much peace & love, The JanePoe!</I>JP (mom)https://www.blogger.com/profile/03120439923927414464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164776832802090422006-11-28T21:07:00.000-08:002006-11-28T21:07:00.000-08:00Hayden,Hear, hear...Hayden,<BR/>Hear, hear...Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164774800518600762006-11-28T20:33:00.000-08:002006-11-28T20:33:00.000-08:00how eerie. I posted on sounds and come here and f...how eerie. I posted on sounds and come here and find - ears.<BR/><BR/>(careful! mind your poxing tim, I said eerie NOT eary. and it is. eerie, that is.)Haydenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02758977872663382006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164753167148468852006-11-28T14:32:00.000-08:002006-11-28T14:32:00.000-08:00THE Michael,You've been poxed.FP,I won't be cuttin...THE Michael,<BR/>You've been poxed.<BR/><BR/>FP,<BR/>I won't be cutting off my nose to spite my face (just an ear).Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164747070152098042006-11-28T12:51:00.000-08:002006-11-28T12:51:00.000-08:00There's a story here; I can smell it. (I have a n...There's a story here; I can smell it. (I have a nose for such things.)<BR/><BR/>-- fFootpadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06838715859599251871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1164744980261053472006-11-28T12:16:00.000-08:002006-11-28T12:16:00.000-08:00Let me be the first....heheEARlier you asked about...Let me be the first....hehe<BR/><BR/>EARlier you asked about making sense. You keep it ironically witty and easy to read, which makes sense.<BR/><BR/>My Mom was an exceptional artist, but like you said, making money as an airtist rarely has anything to do with actual talent; there are tons of other requirements which have to be fullfilled before your talent gets you anywhere, particularly knowing the right people, those guardians of the watchtowers of high art who decide who to let in and who to ignore. Alas, or, perhaps, ho-hum, Mom did not pass on her artistic gene to me, just my stature, damn her. I suppose if my writing could be construed as actually being a talent, then perhaps it manifeted itself in some other fashion, but I'm not going to benefit from it unless I happen to run into one of those guardians and he/she likes me. Tim, you and I will have to be satisfied with being big fish in a small pond, that pond being this small community of bloggers who enrich each other with our otherwise unappreciated talents. It could be worse. We could be in padded cells whipping out crayola masterpieces.........Alex Pendragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15877845166621794334noreply@blogger.com