On Monday I was violently assaulted by a stomach virus. An explosive use of all exits left my body weak and confused. Bliss was achieved during the post-puking adrenaline rush. Eighteen hours of feverish bed-time recalled Wim Wenders' 1991 movie Until the End of the World in which characters in a pre-apocalyptic environment become addicted to viewing their dreams on a monitor. Their only desire is to sleep, so that they can record their dreams, and while they are awake, they only want to view their dreams. Is there any research on how Depression can be euphoric? It is Wednesday now and I've had no protein, stimulants, depressants, leafy-greens, hallucinogens, etc. and so I was not prepared for the arrival of this month's Artforum. The "Best of 2007" issue left me feeling as if I didn't miss 18 hours but 18 years! Well, a couple of things stood out:
Charles Ray, Hinokiand
Peder Balke, Northern Lights over Coastal Landscape, ca. 1870I'm sure this is just a phase, give me a week, maybe after "the holidays" making paintings these days won't seem so ridiculous.
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It took about one or two decades to fully reject the religion in which I was raised. That rejection stuck. I've spent even more mental time facing the "truth" about what a navel-gazing farce painting is. Just last week, for instance.
Very little in life returns after being kick-assed so much to the curb.
Very little else, that is.
Wow! your artwork it´s amazing. so intense, colorfull and surreal (sorry my english) i´m chilean illustrator, and my work is on black and white. If you have time, please visit my own site on...
www.iggiart.blogspot.com
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Again, I've made a mistake Carla. Painting is not ridiculous, it is simply my attitude that is bringing me down. Painting actually fills me with joy.
Thanks for the visit Iggi. Your pen and ink drawings are amazing intense and surreal.
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