Wrecktangles & Rectangles

The perfect artworks I create in my dreams. Hundreds of them - replete with color, design, aesthetic concept and execution... sometimes with added musical accompaniments. Full-color, totally ready to hang in the galleries of my inner self.

Or, often already hanging in the sanctum sanctorum self-galleries created, I assume, by my own creative machinations. Recently I even was privy to an art critique of my own work, which was rather interesting. Two bas-relief paintings, which gave me a choice of directions, in my sub-conscious opinion. The direction I picked could be a direction for my up-coming series of paintings perhaps soon to begin. The dream had an invisible art "professor." Who could it have been?

At any rate, the extremely loud background music finally woke me up. If this interested the reader, it was Dance the Night Away, from the Disraeli Gears album by Cream. I do recommend it. Perhaps it will assist in choosing between artistic directions, if only when in REM sleep!

The two choices of art, in my dream both reflected my artistic direction of a (so-far) creative lifetime. Of course, many artists (most) can't be neatly fit into art historical categories and still remain living human being artists. Not all art historians might agree with this but some do, i.e. Doris von Drathen.

I won't delve into the mysteries of art criticism...that is for the intellectuals...I make the objets 'd art to hang on walls, etc...

Rectangles descending into Wrecktangles...or something to that effect, in my case.

In my artistic pseudo-intellectualizing brain, I have these perfect rectangles floating around, and I wreck them. This is the creative process at work. It sometimes has a certain methodology to it, which can be rather methodological, but much of the time it has a strong sense of the car-wreck experience, I believe...if you have ever been in one, you know what I mean...

That sense of feeling out of control, and feelings of anxiety and not being in control...

Like the last two semi-paragraphs...they went far out from where I intended, but I think I will leave them in the blog-stream for now...

If there is an uber-controller mechanizm at work when I am about the creative work, well, maybe there is, but often I rely on various means of breaking out of the various perfect rectangles of geometry, thought, life, ego, self, etc., to make the unusual happen.

This often needs to maintain a balance with the order of the rectangle, or I fall into the now passe' mushism movement. This is not too much in vogue anymore.

But...the thing that I was referring to at the beginning of this blog-a-thon (will it ever stop?!) is that ever perplexing always vexing phenomenon of the dream art world. How does that artwork get made so damn easily? Like the recent art lesson I had in the dreamworld.

I can see those two bas-relief artworks in my mind. Not as clearly as I did two months ago, when I had that dream, but clearly enough. They were finished pieces. Looking very good, indeed.

Well, no need to spend too much time on that. Real world art always has the one advantage over the dream art. I can show it to other people much more easily. And, when my Rectangles > wrecktangles painting mode is working well, I get that order > chaos effect working for me. Do I get thjavascript:void(0)
Publish Postat in dreamland?

Well, yes, sometimes I seem to.

THERE IS NO JUSTICE!