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.