Local image #117
2024, Acrylic on board, 30x30cm
Local Image #117
23 June 2024
Self-portrait at 13. Red and blue. Broad strokes. Blue complexion, undead complexion, like the son of Dracula, a ghoul, oafish, stupid, brute. Humorous, “How you doin'?” Stupidity, beseeching sympathy, charming. Intertwined in an environment of broad strokes. Wet weather. Atmosphere rainy, but not too morbid, Transylvania. Playful, fun. In tension with ghoulishness. Disarming, not threatening.
4 July 2024
Focusing on humor, trying to be funny, so that you will like me. In The Name of the Rose, humor was from the devil—transgressing boundaries just enough to make you laugh, not too much to be abject, not too much to make you feel disgusted. A small window in which to work, to be woke. Who comes up with the rules anyway? And why do we listen?
Is it so bad to be called an Islamophobe or a racist? Is it so bad to be canceled? Little spells people cast to manipulate you. Do you like being their puppet? How about “creep” or “pervert”? Are you allowed to be an aesthetic retard, but no one is allowed to call you one? What is going to do more damage?
Do you always need to be affirmed and told that you are OK? Is anyone allowed to analyze and criticize you? Let’s all have our opinions and learn to evaluate them correctly. If the opinion is based on emotional arrogance and ignorance, forget it. If it is based on research and knowledge, remember it. But that will require a developed aesthetic. Defer to someone on their puzzle piece.
23 June 2024
Self-portrait at 13. Red and blue. Broad strokes. Blue complexion, undead complexion, like the son of Dracula, a ghoul, oafish, stupid, brute. Humorous, “How you doin'?” Stupidity, beseeching sympathy, charming. Intertwined in an environment of broad strokes. Wet weather. Atmosphere rainy, but not too morbid, Transylvania. Playful, fun. In tension with ghoulishness. Disarming, not threatening.
4 July 2024
Focusing on humor, trying to be funny, so that you will like me. In The Name of the Rose, humor was from the devil—transgressing boundaries just enough to make you laugh, not too much to be abject, not too much to make you feel disgusted. A small window in which to work, to be woke. Who comes up with the rules anyway? And why do we listen?
Is it so bad to be called an Islamophobe or a racist? Is it so bad to be canceled? Little spells people cast to manipulate you. Do you like being their puppet? How about “creep” or “pervert”? Are you allowed to be an aesthetic retard, but no one is allowed to call you one? What is going to do more damage?
Do you always need to be affirmed and told that you are OK? Is anyone allowed to analyze and criticize you? Let’s all have our opinions and learn to evaluate them correctly. If the opinion is based on emotional arrogance and ignorance, forget it. If it is based on research and knowledge, remember it. But that will require a developed aesthetic. Defer to someone on their puzzle piece.