Art is subjective. It's all about something that speaks to you. A form, shape, color or collection of objects that create a feeling, mood or promotes a reaction. It can be something that is instantaneous, takes time and thought or in some personal way gives a feeling of balance and harmony or even energy and vibration.
Artists speak in man y mediums and thankfully for those of us lesser creative than Picasso, even a vase of ornamental grasses or plant leaves can take on a natural simple beauty that transforms a space into something more than just the sum of its parts. It's finite existence alone touches a place in us that its fleeting moment of beauty triggers a thought process that is not only unique, but necessary for gratitude of life itself.
Men tend to think in straight-lined, hard edged geometric precision. Women lean more toward ever flowing, all things connected, circular infinity. Think of it in terms of when we were in junior high school, day dreaming and doodling. With hormones raging and your true guttural self being revealed, imagine girls coloring with markers and scented pens embossing hearts, flowers and edging all with curvy, lace and ever entwining curves. Boys would use good ole number 2 pencils with ruler perfect, 90 degree off shoots resembling buildings, roads and thoughts with beginnings and a definite end. We are different animals with frequently opposite approaches to commonality. With each of us there is a point of Genesis and our own balance of yin and yang drives both male and female to a unique place of predestined sensual harmony in our homes and lives. We are all a combination of male and female energy and our choices and actions reflect that goal.
My masculine side predominantly drives my artistic choices. I am drawn to straight lines and clean edges. A beginning. An ending. It appeals to my need for precision.
We need both in our lives and surrounding ourselves with beautiful representations of that is a gift to our inner self and those we choose to share that personal place with. Art can speak for us when quiet words are difficult
I have never or will probably ever be wealthy, so buying art for the sake of investment is not my goal, and as many great artists achieved no critical acclaim or monetary gain in their lifetimes, it seems to be a mute issue. This does however leave a gap in logic that even the modest of budgets can embrace.
I have spent pocket change on the most beautiful objects and hundreds of dollars on elaborate mishaps, yet the culmination of it all has developed into a final product that has a story, balance and beauty. It's much like my life: some good, some bad, all with no apology or explanation yet wide open for interpretation.
My furniture choices have been, are and will ever be of clean lined, well constructed, neutrally colored classic pieces that can be mixed and matched in any room of the house over any period of time. Atleast it's something that the right and left side of my brain agree on. It is what it is and 'Tis what it 'Twas. A shift from living room to bedroom, a new piece every so often, a couple new pillows and I'm current but yet again.
Art however has a life. Some lives are short and bright, others a lifelong friend and some re-invented often to create the basis for yet another phase in your growth and journey. It can change a room. It can change time. It can change your life.
First and foremost I am drawn to photographs. They capture a split second in time and encapsulate it. As in a composed piece an artist's vision comes together over time, whereas a photo is a specific subject, at a specific place, in a specific time that will never be duplicated again in just the same way. No matter how ordinary the Polaroid, the thought of it's power is mind boggling..
I prefer black and white clips for the walls as the clarity and cohesive quality works for most any collection. As Ansel Adams said, "Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs." In some way displaying such precise vision gives an ever contemporary look. It's modern. It's classic. It's credible, and can easily be added to, edited and enjoyed for your lifetime and passed as a wonderful legacy, to once again enjoy a rebirth.
Collections can come together organically. accidentally, thematically, or simply because that's all you've got and it fits the wall! Since it's your vision and your space, no one needs to know but you, but if when asked and you have a reason, a story, a tag-line for the "show", it's more than worth the price of admission. This is where art comes to life. When it makes you think. Creates a feeling or mood. When you are able to parlay a larger emotional experience through a smaller visual medium. You too can be a star in your own home and life.
My latest gallery gets its name from an original that I purchased from a local artist in Nashville IN.
It spoke to me of relationships. How we are connected. Ever intertwined with friends and family.
I found this etching of children innocently playing with string. The simplicity. The innocence.
I then added some very simple black of whites of the past. Once again about relationships and memories.
The most expensive piece in the collection is a 1960's original purchased at a local auction because of its pristine condition and contemporary reference to the Madonna. Once again I am drawn to "mother and child". The unconditional love. The abstract interpretation of a very real concept. You could say that I was moved by the art itself.. The lifelong ties of blood. The web of real time.
And, frequently there needs to be filler, or in other words, some mental and visual dead space. This is where straight lined masculine geometry gives emotional balance. For this I used a couple of framed wall paper samples from 60's icon Jack Denst. He created a hundred or more fab geo-metallic wallpaper masterpieces that defined a decade of post-war baby boomer "mad men". As a child growing up watching Laugh-In and Matt Helm, I was sure my home would incorporate some of that psychedelic funk. It makes me smile every time I see them on the wall, and gives mental balance to the serious theme of the finished product.
Mr. Denst signed this particular piece. Always a nice touch.
Collectively these seven pieces, some formal, some not. Some pricey, some not, become a statement. Maybe not what each artist had first intended for themselves, but art is alive. It moves in time. It changes with each soul that possesses it. It lives on and will do so long after you and I are gone. It will resurface and be interpreted by a new set of rules and morals. We are only it's keeper for a short time.