Someone recently described my artwork as "feeble earnestness."
I was trained to be a serious artist; to digest critical theory; to name drop. Trouble is, although I take my work seriously, I can be a real goof. Reading critical theory makes me loopy, and I can never remember which artist's name belongs with which piece of art. Struggle, struggle, struggle. How can I be an artist if I haven't got the serious part of it down?
And so I've decided to take the "feeble earnestness" critique in the best possible way. It was an astute observation and a triumph of sorts. It seems to describe the hardworking goof that I am. I will revel in it, rejoice and roll around in it, like a happy puppy on its back with its paws in the air. Give me a little scratch on the tummy, will ya, by posting a comment.
Mayknart - about mentoring, about teaching. Some days, it all makes sense. Sometimes it doesn't. But always, I love it more than I can tell you.
1 comment:
Feeble Earnestness is just a lateral move away from, I can't remember exactly how she said it, but Lynda Barry said that someone described her work as "Contrived Childlike Drawings". Do you remember? Am I over paraphrasing?
You are wonderful. I am thrilled to be your feeble follower.
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