Laying in bed drifting in and out of sleep and dreams it came to me that the one thing we are sure about is the lack of structure in our experience. How often are rational structures sought to explain things that happen? How much of history is trying to make sense of things that are beyond understanding . Our minds resist incoherence as a negative influence we want our experiences to make sense but sometimes all the sense in the world can't make sense of what happens. Fine art is an example of how the meaning comes after the facts .
I was talking to Walter Hopps on the telephone not sure when maybe when I was bailing out of my First Avenue Studio where I had been for many years. 2nd divorce in progress , Hopps is trying to help me get out of Minneapolis worried I will get bored to death. He was a legend by then . I had no resources except my art which I had in great quantity it was like selling snowballs to eskimoes here a real cold fish capital nice but disengaged from everything intense or fetishistic.
I was reading a Facebook post where a friend was complaining about a jury turning her away for a third time. I recalled the cry of the French artists in the 19th century French artists against the academy "No Juries No Prizes". I didn't comment since I've had my share of awful reactions to jury rejections. Indeed if possible I avoid juries because it does seem very capricious and reactionary as a means to discern quality or provide opportunities for artists.
In the mid 1980's when I started my portraits I thought I might make some money selling them. I did sell them some of them but it was hardly a living though the critical response was very positive. I felt like a band that got good reviews but couldn't sell many records. I understood of course that though the portraits were less intense than my other works they were still an outside the pail style and intensity wise here in the midwest. Indeed my considerable inventory of portraits is a reality of the lack of a market here for them.
I have a new painting nearly done (I'm supposing) thinking about a photo with tripod I have no sun right now crucial to my color even as photographs. I haven't been writing much in my blog lately, losing faith that their is anyone out there reading blogs. One of the best art writers I know says she doesn't read blogs, this was a few years ago but she's usually true to her positions on things. I don't read blogs much but I read it if it has my pictures in it! Reading is a huge thing for painters whose work tends to be labor-intensive like mine.
Fantasy life as antiquarian collector of the graphic works of a Mister Frank Gaard.
The photos of the Minnehaha Falls are copyright Robert Corbit/ Artpolice Journals jpg 1. Minnehaha Falls now jpg2. Falls 2 years ago
Recalling how Marcel Duchamp loved waterfalls. Blogs to follow .
Traded a small painting for cash and a book. The book written by Lane Relyea was read quickly over a few days. The title is Your Everyday Art World ..It's an inspired piece albeit Mr Relyea worships at different shrines than I do. But so does Philippe Vergne who loves Mike Kelley and Carl Andre. So the Relyea book which is very precise in it's arguements dare I say I bit like Guy Debord at times a spectacular critique of everything. Very technical at times new art histories written in passing.
The Speedboat Gallery was a storefront space and a very large basement . Paul Dickinson and Scott Dolan were in the space with several other people including Frightwig Hayes the lady in the band and of course Mike Mc Coy who had his little Datsun truck which brought Minneapolis art to St Paul . .. The concerts in the basement paid most expenses for the gallery later the coffee shop was paying for the gallery. Paul had a dream and for a while we enjoyed that dream together. Some extraordinary art shows and installations took place at Speedboat Gallery.
It all amounts to the same thing. Art speaks best as fresh season, as renewal. So she flew the coop from curator through foundation work then vanishing into life with her husband who wrote (though I knew him when he bought paintings for a corporation in area). He snagged a beauty too (see illo. above Walker Art Center Collection gift of MCAD Student Auction Sale ) which eventually devolved to the Walker through that MCAD auction. A gift a real fucking gem it was too.