...an updated periodic submission outlining an adventure in living
Sunday, April 16, 2017
It's been a long time since I've written on this blog, but I think I'll start up again. Four years ago I posted that I wanted to re-create Picasso's painting, "Three Musicians", and at that time I was persuaded to abort that idea. Well I never did abort the idea, but I never acted on it either, that is until now. This week I started the project of re-creating the painting in my own unique style. I projected the painting on a large sheet of plywood and now starts the fun part: finding metal pieces to redo this in my very own style.
Henry David Thoreau said, "I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” I know this to be true but for the next couple of months I should apply this principle doubly hard
In the Celestine Prophesy one of the first insights talks about synchronicity. On two occasions in the past couple of days I was a witness to what could've been a very very serious accident; one in which one vehicle would strike another vehicle in the second a pedestrian was almost hit and run over. These were both coincidental events. I felt as though this was an omen or a premonition of something that was to happen. I felt that in a very short time I would to be a witness to a serious accident. My premonition proved to be correct. Yesterday I was moving material from my studio to a new studio and on the way I ended up hitting the neighbors dog.
Sometimes my ship is big
And sometimes it's small.
Sometimes I feel big
And sometimes I feel small.
But no matter what:
It's my ship.
And whether it's small
I AM THE CAPTAIN
.... and I make the call.
The winds behind the sails on my ship of life has shifted. It's funny how relationships have a tendancy to do that. What once was is no longer, so now I'm free to go where I want. It really should be that way regardless, but what the heck. The winds are blowing my ship south to Argentina. This is a summer of preparation.
This piece which is titled "City Block" will be completely surrounded and covered in all sorts of pieces of metal and then when completed the particle boxes will be burned out. You can contribute to this sculpture by giving me any scrap metal you may have lying around. When it's done you will be able to see YOUR piece on the sculpture. The burn will be a "Performance Art" event with a lot of "hoop de la" along with it.
"City Block", detail
This detail shows the types of pieces that will encompass the sculpture
I've wanted to recreate Picasso's "Three Musicians" in actual size in a deep relief metal sculpture for quite some time now. I've been encouraged to "do my own thing" by many friends, so I've aborted the project. This project would give me the chance to understand how Picasso assembled shapes making his cubist paintings and assembled sculptures.
While reading an art history book this morning I came across a chapter describing how Picasso spent time copying the masters.
Between August and September of 1957, Picasso delved into a thorough analysis
of Las Meninas, one of the most celebrated Velazquez paintings. His interpretative analysis of Velazquez' Las
Meninas yielded the 58 Picasso
paintingsthat comprise the
Picasso Las Meninas series. Picasso
So in this manner I could do the same with Picasso's Three Musicians then; whenever I changed it to the way I wanted it then I would forget about Picasso and the sculpture would be mine,
If all I ever did was someone elses work then I would not be original, but in studying a master a great deal can be learned. Afterall, we as artists are all influenced by one or another artist. Like Solomon says, "There is nothing new under the sun"
I'll begin this blog with one of the most profound writings that I've ever come across. This will help you in understanding me. I read this piece in 1966 for the first time and it has had an impact on me ever since. A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with packthread, do. Else if you would be a man speak what you think today in words as hard as cannon balls, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict everything you said today. Ah, then, exclaim the aged ladies, you shall be sure to be misunderstood! Misunderstood! It is a right fool's word. Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.... Ralph Waldo Emerson As Emerson also says in the same essay, "To be great is to be misunderstood"