Discussions on topics of intrest to the Artist.
The artist is free, when presented with the IDEAL, to represent that IDEAL, in his or her own perception. Free to be true to the 'form' of IDEAL, free to express such a change of the perceived IDEA, in whatever expression it might take.
Once the pencil has touched the paper, IDEAL is touched. When the pencil moves, on the paper, producing the chosen form, IDEAL is reflected, through the mature consciousness of the artist..."Now Free!"
Prerogative, a choice now made, exists as a venue, directed towards change. The change supposes an improvement.
The existing form does not require such improvement, it does not 'need' a change.
Artists prerogative is the choice the artist makes.
The artist previsualizes the IDEAL and choices are then made as to the course to proceed.
Prerogative deems a green, a dark green of shade, and this is a matter of choice.
Explicitly, prerogative is the WILL of choice, the action of "free-will choice". It is the result of bringing a thing, as in the choice of particular color, to a manifestation, here IRL.
Similarly, a dread of the IDEAL as art, "Brings On" nothing new, having already been perfected in nature.
Only the artists Prerogative "Brings On." It initiates that which teaches & can be relied on. It teaches what is brought round and will be intrically woven into thought, manifesting something close to IDEAL, specifically some thing "NEW."
Prerogative, then is a verb, as an action word: "Bringing On!"
Stieglitz sits, his head resting on his wrist, slowly he's to turn another page. He knows what he sees, and yet... from it he may yet learn. Possibly again.
He is relaxed, and his book rests upon solid wood as on it rests he.
(reflection on Paul Haviland "Stieglitz cyanotype" circa 1910)
Artists prerogative does not excuse the artist from obligatory design, but instead frees the artist to create new form & design, from nature. Thus prerogative disquises ALL in IDEAL.
Prerogative is a major physical & psychological tool for the artist as creator of IDEAL from IDEA.
Line proposes form; Light dictates color;
Art defines IDEAL;
Life defines the agreements of confident friendships.
#1
"Cats Eyes Bright,
Running Rough,
Bushy Tail."
#2
"Big Toe, Big Heart.
True Love, My Heart."
#3
"The sweetness and the bittersweet alike,
salt & roses, aloe & coffee. Gifts of
Desire & Respect."
I am the artist...I will try. The light leaves and yet, is still. Time remains, and life... endures, fullfilling, learning & loving!
To the artist: I do not hurry. See what you will see. Show me what I have not seen. Tell me, that ideal to you.
Give me, to me, to him, her, them, but give nontheless.
To be myself to hear, is my pursuit. With palette in hand, with the best brush... that special scene beheld.
How young to start, as I? Which color, why that line?
The direction of light rolls across the field and yet it does not leave. In writing, art dwells within the written word, and the light does not leave.
I long for the filled-in stain, a patch of azure and the living world that serves and consoles the light of life that never leaves... as in art.
I sometimes pray that time not take nor deny that which I must do, must paint. In awe I behold great Art beheld by the great and insignificant alike, created by simple men as am I.
Stroked, smudged or stained the image appears and is. Near or far, the idea portrays image & IDEAL in timelessness. Why this stroke, smudge or stain and not another? Why this image? Why this Ideal? Why this artist?
I become, AM. I become AM. Done, I do. Finished, I begin.
Reflecting on 1,000 brushstrokes, some may have been born of innocence and some by design of intent, but ALL of the dilligence of their caretakers. Most were implicated in their persistence not to be noticed apart from the collective being, but ALL willfully interpreted. ALL, through some hidden, replaced, or even re-born, will be seen, if not today by me...then at some time by those who were meant to!
I post on ideas I have, and on concepts which intrest me. All of my posts are of my own mind! I lavish in the mature consciousness, as the most precious gift I have ever given my self. I post on the IDEAL & my pursuit for it.
