my self potrait

[bandannaman]

<p>Art, Its made me hate the thought of it for decades. At times I craved its resistance only to fear its demand. I grew up in abstraction hearing the names of Motherwell and Pollack. Looking at my dads paintings and not understanding a thing of what I saw. I drifted to the music of Oscar Peterson, Bob Dylan, Led Zepplin and lets not forget Gordon Lightfoot or Joan Biaz!! Vogue magazines and fashion illustration from my moms side of the painting world. I cant forget the openings of all the art shows that I went to when I was in my early teens. Nothing seem to make sense!! F'n art I don't need it! One day you wake up and find your dad in a coffin your mom losses her personality and the vacuum of your soul is trapped. Empty studios of charcoal and canvass, paint that is dry in the jar. You see in the mirror a self portrait of a half breed! Working in a conservative life of structure and checklists, all the while the wolf of creativity lingers. For the first time you actually understand what a shadow means to the cast of light or a blood stain on virgin snow. I may never create art but I did exist in its crystal palace a very long time ago. So I humbly put before you all nothing but my eye to this world. <br>

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" he opened up his eyes and he snapped out of the groove he saw both sides of everything and found he could not move" James McMurtry</p>

[SCL]

<p>How about some photos?</p>