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5/15/2014 1:34:02 AM

Art Or Product?

KCooper / Comment on this

Greetings,

Welcome to the Cooper studio, assignment, Lipetsk.

Art Or Product?

Ah.  Tis the season of the great American ‘Art in the Park”.  Art Fair.  Art Festival.   Art on the Square. Spring Festival of the Arts.  Fall Festival of the Arts.  Botanical Garden Festival of the Arts.  Downtown Art Fair.  Uptown Art Fair.

I was thinking about this during the morning run.

A bit of background may be helpful.  I started running at the ripe old age of 43.  Yup, forty three.  Crazy, I know.  I made an agreement with myself that I’d quit when I turned sixty.  Hunh.  Then a famed (infamous?) Iowa senator had his photo in the paper jogging around our nation’s capitol at age 76.  Seventy six.  Really, Chuck?  I guess I can’t quit.

And the other thing is, I enjoy it in a weird self-competative sort of way.  And it seems to be the only regular form of exercise I can stick with.  Isn’t commitment a grand thing.

But this is an art blog.  Back on subject, please.  Roll back up to the title & first paragraph, and let’s stir in a little artist.  A little painter.  A little creator-kind-of-person.

Art Fair Insider is a great source for exhibiting artists.  I love it.  But every now and then,  someone types in the word “product” when they converse about their exhibiting.  May I state it annoys the heck out of me?  Because then I feel compelled to read between the lines. 

Are they an artist?  Or are they using the art fair venue to make an extra buck?  Are they creating art?  Or are they making product to sell, under the guise of art, at said art fair venue?  Are they an artist?  Or are they just in it for the money?

Ha.  As I ran this morning, I realized there is another question that answers that question.  (good grief)  And that question is (tahdah, drum roll, please)  when are you going to retire?  When will you quit?  When will you toss out the running shoes?  (wait, I think I mean when will you toss out your paint brushes?)  Are you looking forward to a day when you don’t have to do it anymore?  When you don’t HAVE to “make art”?

Folks love to play with that age old question "what is art?"  

Wait, did I just discover the answer?  

If you can retire from doing it, is it art?  If you don't need it to make your week complete, is what you're doing art?  If you can circle a date on the calendar, say December 31st, and say that's it, I'm done, have you been creating art?  Or something to sell?  Is your head & heart in it or just you bank account?

Art.  Product.  Commitment.  Retirement.  What is art?  Hunh.  Maybe the answer has been right in front of us all this time....

Now go paint something lovely, and don't worry about whether it will sell or not.

Later, Karen

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1/31/2011 10:50:31 AM

It's Hard To See Where You Are Going When Your Vision Is Blurred

Cooper / Comment on this

Greetings,

Welcome to the Cooper studio, Jefferson, Iowa.  So you caught that title, right?  It's Hard To See Where You Are Going When Your Vision Is Blurred.  Did you already guess we are having a discussion about vision today?

Let's start at the beginning.  The weather guys were a bit ominous on the morning news today.  Here in central Iowa we have been given the heads up.  TheBlizzard.  A foot or so, and wind-wind-wind.  The BigWhite.  For those of us who like to run 3 or 4 times a week and can not abide running on the detested treadmill, it was quite obvious that Monday AM was one of few chances in the near future.  I headed east up Russell Street.  Ni-cccce.  The street is clear AND dry.  Perfect.  As the elementary school comes into view, there are less trees.  Not as much to slow the wind.  My tear ducts go on full alert.  Yikes.  That wind is biting way more thank I had planned.  By the time I reached the school corner, I had a full scale tear duct onslaught happening.  My vision was definitely blurred, but I already had my route planned so I was okay.  Hey, and by the time I finally headed back west, the wind blew me home.  That was nice, too :)

Lucky you.  This discussion requires two anecdotes to get us to the point.  Bear with me, please.  Last week at our bible study group, one guy was absent.  Home with a bad back.  His wife, tongue-in-cheek, related he needs to be more specific when he asks God for something.  He'd asked for a couple of days off....

Now for the advise du jour.  We need to patch those two stories together.  From paragraph #1, pull out the word VISION.  From paragraph #2, pull up SPECIFIC.  And what do ya' get?  Vision with specifics.

We are just now clearing month number one of 2011.  99% of all new year's resolutions have been ignored into oblivion.  What's an artist to do?  My FASO friend Marian Fortunati is one of those 1% people---you should go read her blog about that--note that she also goes back and reviews her goals at the end of the year to aid in determining the following year's plan.  But for the 99% group, what CAN we do?

We know we have to have goals.  Every artist-mentor tells us that.  Without direction or vision, we will run aimlessly and never meet our artistic goals.  And if the only vision we have is a blurry one--yikes!  I think we need to get more specific.  (you may need to revert back to paragraph #2 here)  Quit with the grandiose plans that are so general, no one can tell if you get there or not.

You may already know that I try to exhibit at several summer art fairs each year.  There is a loosely organized rating system for art fairs--I have another artist friend who gives them A,B,C,D and UTTERFAILURE categories.  We end up at seeing each other at art fairs often because we both like the B category.  We commiserate when we accidentally end up at a C level show ("I thought it was supposed to be better than this!") and seriously-at-all-costs avoid D level and it's followup.  But that A category...famous artists sometimes exhibit at those, you know.  I would love to get one of those on my schedule.   

So there.  I've said it.  It's out in the open.  A specific goal/direction/vision.  And we've already juried for a lot of the A list shows this year, and I've gotten a whole bunch of no-votes.  But there are still some coming.  And I am painting like crazy to bump that level of work up just a notch or two more.  Stay tuned.  And I'll try to keep my schedule page updated as well!

Isn't there an old phrase about "nothing like getting right to the point"?  Yeah, vision with specifics, I am a fan.

Later, Cooper

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12/6/2010 11:34:08 AM

Speedometers.

Cooper / 1 Comment

Greetings,

Welcome to the Cooper studio, Jefferson, Iowa.  Have I mentioned winter arrived in our town recently?  And it blew into town in Iowa City, Iowa as well.  I mumbled under my breath about it as I loaded up "the exhibit" from Thieves Art Market last night, and the wind and snow swirled around me.  I should mention here the topic of discussion today is speedometers, but it might take us a moment or two to arrive at "the moral of the story".  Feel free to run grab another cup of coffee before you continue reading.  (but you should finish reading once you get the coffee)

This year's Thieves Art Market will probably require a place in the history books.  It's never an ordinary event, but this episode tried to top the charts.  Thieves Art Market is held in the Iowa Memorial Union, on campus at UniversityOfIowa.  Attached to the Union is the IowaHouseHotel, providing respite to weary travelers on campus, as well as not just a few artists exhibiting at ThievesMarket.  With the weather as it was (winter) it absolutely was nice to walk from a warm hotel room down a flight of stairs to open up an art exhibit for the day.  None of that crazy winter weather for me! 

Oh wait.  Did I mention that shortly after our 10AM open, the fire alarms went off?  Leave the building.  Now.  We artists, being free lancers, of course, determined that standing just inside the door, we could avoid the weather (winter) lurking outside, and still be free to run for it, should the fire turn out to be real.  That lasted about 73 seconds.  The person in charge said Nope.  Out, and Now.  We huddled on the stairs, and hoped for a hasty re-entry.  Again, the voice of TheOneInCharge:  off the stairs, and across the street you go!  Aaargh.  All we want to do is sell a painting.

Ok.  You are right.  I am really drawing this out too much.  Time for a quick ending to that scene.  This fire was minor.  Very minor.  The fire truck guys didn't even unload their hoses.  And the happy ending?  The sprinklers didn't go off.  My paintings stayed dry.  Gee, I love when that happens.

Now you are wondering what on earth all that had to do with the title of this post, Speedometers, right?  From Iowa City, Iowa back to Jefferson, Iowa, is just a bit longer than a three hour drive.  Weather (winter!) was still tightening its grip on the Midwest as I drove.  The wind was howling through the winter darkness and the little bit of snow in the air was whipping around the car in a way that can only be described as eerie.  I was about 40 minutes southeast of Jefferson when it happened. 

The cruise control was set at 67.5 mph, and somehow the little speedometer needle started to move up.  Huh?  I'm not even touching the accelerator.  Am I having a "Prius moment" here?  Music that could only accompany a good science fiction movie started playing through my head.  My speedometer now reads 87, and I decide it must be a good time to brake.  Hmm. 93mph.  Wow.  What would my state trooper son-in-law have to say to me? 

Is there a word "surreality"?  Or do I have to work the word surrealism in here somehow? 
Remember: 
>the wind is howling
>the snow is whipping
 >the music from Jaws is playing in my head,
>and my speedometer now reads 101mph.  And it's only got 115 as a top end.  What happens then?  Time travel?

Righhhhhhhhhht.  So as I pull my car to the side of the road to re-assess, the speedometer needle makes one final blmpk and lands pointing straight down.  In a Chevy Venture that means it's now pointing at the window showing gear selection, specifically, D-for-drive.  So I did.  I should probably remember to call my favorite mechanic today and schedule an appointment.   I  think I need a new speedometer gizmo.

So, speedometers.  They are kind of like guide posts, right?  But you have to be able to assess if they are functioning correctly to decide if they can really help you.  And fire alarms, you have to take their counsel into consideration, surely, but not every fire alarm shouting "the end is near", is true and correct.  And art fairs, you put your paintings out there for people to see.  It's for advancing your career, right?  Some people love the paintings.  Some people roll their eyes and wonder "what on earth-------?". 

I am convinced that an artist needs to take into counsel the people that love the paintings, AND those that don't.  Their comments both aid in solidifying your vision, your sense of direction.  Then you are ready and able to paint what is right for you the artist.  Paint on happy artists, paint on. 

Oh, and even artists should remember that every now and then, speedometers and fire alarms dispense useful information too.  Thanks for stopping by.

Later, Cooper

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