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Sometimes…

man in gray t-shirt and gray pants walking on gray concrete pavement

Sometimes
the artist
becomes
the art

 

Photo:  Juhø Man
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Artist…a poem

Photo of a Sad Girl Holding Paint Brush

she sat in her studio
dreaming
lost in ideas
and colors
forms
lines
and movement
pictures
drifted by
then faded
as the light
around her paled
and left her
still in her chair
her head
filled with
incredible
visions

 

Photo:  Cottonbro
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Jackson Pollock, Artist, A Story poem

I was an artist
going nowhere
my mind was
TROUBLED
I had bouts of
depression
I had no
self confidence
I DRANK
I worked
but nothing
was happening
then I met artist
LEE KRASNER
and she saw something in me
that I couldn’t see in myself
she sold me
she made me
she believed in me
but I was never truly
sane
she sent me for help
and for short bursts of time
I was better
and then I wasn’t
we married
and moves
into a ramshackle place
for the summer
and things were good

but friends started coming round
started staying with us
getting their own places close to us
partying
and I started drinking again
Lee never lost hope
no matter how much it cost her
she stuck by me
she believed in me
when I rarely ever believed in myself
she would make
something wonderful happen for me
but fame sent me spiraling
I would show up at my openings
and ruin everything
by fighting
falling down drunk
being cruel
or just being my silent self
I painted
I cheated
I was out of control
violent
and toward the end
I fell in love
with a younger woman
it hurt Lee so much
but I told her
that the girl made me feel
young
as if I could do things again
and Lee did what she always did
she waited
one night
on my way to a piano recital
driving drunk
in my Olds Convertible
with my new lover and her girlfriend
I was too out of it to keep going
so I turned around
and was speeding down the road
with the two girls screaming at me
to stop the car
but it was too late
I lost control
and suddenly
a girl was dead and
so was I
it was finally over
my demons
were put to rest
and Lee was free
even through
I knew she would
continue to take care of me
even after death
Lee never stopped
believing in me

 

Jackson Pollock: en.wikipedia.org
Lee & Jackson:  pictify.saatchigallery.com

Lee Krasner, Artist, A Story poem

 

rules were never meant for me
I broke all of them
if that upset the people around me
and it did
I didn’t care
my life belonged to me
I was an artist
I was political
I was ALIVE
I was not cut out
to follow in the footsteps
of those who came before me
I studied
I worked
I struggled
I lived on almost nothing
I BECAME
I FOUGHT
for the right
to be a
FEMALE
ARTIST
against men
who held the keys to the
art castles
I did
EVERYTHING
I WAS TOUGH
and I could best
ANYONE
I slept around
we all did
I smoked
I drank
I clawed
and scratched
my way up
and why not
then I met
JACKSON
POLLOCK
I thought
he was brilliant
we moved in together
he had more problems
than most
but I saw what he could do
so I stuck by him
for his art
and because I loved him
I turned my attention
toward making HIM
a success
yes
I was an amazing artist
but I thought he was
incredible
so I did
EVERTHING
for him
if not for me
you wouldn’t know his name
ask anyone
they’ll tell you
I got him shown
got him agents
galleries
connections
he lacked the ability
to do anything
for himself
and he drank
and cheated
and then he drank some more
he was violent
out of control
mean
and
drunk
until the
in the car accident
that took his life
and the life of his lover’s
girlfriend
after that
I continued to care for his work
making sure it was in the right
institutions
and
museums
and yes
I was finally
DISCOVERED
and I fought for that as well
I have had one woman shows
all over the world
I’m hanging in the best
institutions
and museums
but for many years
I was known as
Pollock’s wife
who was also a painter
no name
no recognition
just one more woman artist
lost in a world
made of men
who RFUSE
TO SEE US
for what we are
AS GOOD
OR BETTER
THAN THEY ARE
but I made it
I’m there
I fought to the bitter end
no one could stop me
and no one ever did
I was LEE KRASNER
I never backed down from anything

 

 

Lee’s signature:  guildhall.org
Lee with painting:  artandobject.com
Quote:  wisefamousquotes.com

Vincent…a story poem

sure
not many people
are willing to cut off their
earlobe
to prove a point
but I never was
like many people
love makes us do
strange things
I admit
it didn’t work out
the way I thought it would
I thought she would realize
how deeply I loved her
instead she was
well
horrified
she didn’t realize
the intensity of my
ardor
Gauguin
didn’t understand either
he was competitive
jealous
at how quickly
I produced my work
I loved him
and never wanted
to make him feel
threatened
uncomfortable
or
less
I thought we were
friends
no one
understood my
PASSION
except for Theo
my brother
never let me down
he was my support
he always believed in me
sold my work
gave me money
life was difficult
I felt things so deeply
people today
say that I was sick
but I didn’t feel sick
I felt driven
the colors were alive
I had to get them down
on canvas
before they were gone
I had to be
true to myself
everything was
IMMEDIATE
but no matter
how I am judged
in the future
I know
who I was
and how I felt
I loved life
I just didn’t
fit in to it
the way
others did
and we all know that
there’s no room
in the world
for those
who
do not
fit
in

 

picture:  publicdomainpictures.net

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Passion is a living thing…it’s what a person IS.

Studio, Art, Sculpture, Workshop, Tools

Lee Krasner…

So, I finished the book.  You probably don’t care, but…after Pollock died, the book was just great.  The last 100 pages are about Krasner, her art and I really enjoyed it.  The other 400+ pages, were okay but the real value of the book, for me, was the ending.  So, not as bad as I originally thought.  I shouldn’t have written about it before I finished it but really, more than 400 pages until we actually get to know about what she did and hear from her…took way too long.

Okay, so…

I told you that I’m reading a book on the artist Lee Krasner.  The thing is, it’s written in such a way that I can see every step of her life played out as if there was no other way it could have been.  It’s as if there was nothing else she could have done, to end up where she did.  One person, led to another and another after that, doors were opened, or closed, all in order to get her to where she ended up.  She’s just meeting Jackson Pollock who,  as you know, she eventually marries.

Her life with Pollock was a nightmare (I read about that before.  He was a drunk and a little insane).  As I said, she’s just going to meet him now.  We all know what happens next but she doesn’t.  She still believes that she’s making choices, when people are simply coming in and out of her life,  pointing her in one direction or another.  That’s what happens to all of us, I think, but we’re too close to see it.

It was an eye-opening experience to see all of that.  We can’t know what Pollock would have been without her but it seems likely that he wouldn’t have been nearly as famous, or even well known, not without her.  His life played out the way it should have too.  All of our lives do, even if we will never really be able to see it.  Everyone we meet, everything that happens to us, is there for a reason, no matter how unimportant those people or things may seem.  Are our lives predetermined or is there a Plan “A” and “B”?  Or are the things that happen to us simply random.

Krasner was a rebel.  A strong woman who knew how to fight for what she wanted.  She made Pollock, sold him, and his art to everyone, because she believed in him.  She was the better artist, in my opinion.  She carried him.

Anyway, I learned something about how our lives play out.  Interesting.  Amazing, actually, how no matter where she was, the right person was there, for whatever reason s/he was needed for.  She, of course, was in their lives to effect them as well.

Okay, so…here’s the thing…this is a jumble of sometimes different issues all rolled into one, so good luck. It’s Diego Rivera’s fault. Really…it is.

A wonderful blogger posted a great piece on Diego Rivera.  His posts are always excellent, well researched, and pretty much spot on.

His post made me stop and think.  Not only about Diego but about Hemingway, and a host of other abusive people, including sports stars and rapist priests.

Here’s the thing.  Diego was an egomaniac, and used and discarded women like tissues.  He was emotionally abusive and constantly hurt them.  He only cared about himself.  He was thoughtless and cruel, while always expecting to be forgiven, or have his cruelties overlooked.  His apologies were meaningless.  He simply didn’t care about who he hurt, as long as he got what he wanted.

It’s impossible for me to separate who Diego was, from his art.

My question: should we support people who mistreat others just because they can paint, write, get a ball through a hoop, wear a black cassock, or act?  By supporting them aren’t we saying that we agree with what they’re doing?  Aren’t we telling them they can beat on women (Hemingway), rape, cheat, and hurt others and it’s all okay?  Shouldn’t we pay attention to who they are?  Is the paint on the wall, the words on the page, the open black priestly robe, more important than important than what those people do?

Is how they live their lives any of our business?  Are the rules we live by the problem?

Did Hemingway, another egomaniac and cheating male, have a right to a private life, where he could hit women, encourage other men to hit women, and get away with it?  Where he could lie and take credit for things he never did?

Does the public have a responsibility to stop supporting those who harm others?  Those who are brutal or cruel?  Or, do we each have a different definition as to what those words mean?  Obviously catholics don’t care about the raping of children, since they still go to church, so the things I’m bringing up probably seem unimportant in the scheme of things.

But I know women who have been emotionally brutalized by cheating men.  It’s easy to say, “Why didn’t they leave, if they didn’t like it?”  People who ask those questions don’t really understand the toll those kinds of men take on them.

Anyway, when a popular author tells other men to hit women, should we keep believing that he was a great man just because he could write?

Is art bigger/more important than the person creating it?

Do we, as a society, want to support people who hurt and advocate the harming of others?  To me, the art isn’t as important as the messages the artists send out by the way they live their lives.  That could only be me though.  I’m not sure other people care about what an artist is like.

Frida was emotional/psychologically abused.  She knew Diego was a serial womanizer.  He hurt women all the time.  He told her it wasn’t in his nature to be true to one person but he promised her he would try.  Then he cheated again and agin.  He even did it with Christina, her younger sister, who also betrayed Frida.  Frida couldn’t trust anyone. The funny thing is that Diego EXPECTED to be forgiven, each time he cheated, EVEN when he did it with her sister.  That’s what happens when people are not held responsible for what they do.  When there are never any logical consequences.  Like the catholic priests…no consequences.  Dead kids, scarred kids, no one cares, they just keep going to church.  Church is obviously more important than the lives of children.

I don’t think that Diego liked the fact that Frida immediately started having affairs of her own to get back at him.  Things she wouldn’t have done, if Diego had been faithful.  Frida slept with men and women but she never got over what Diego did to her.  She forgave her sister, eventually, which is something I will never understand but hey, her life not mine.

So here’s the thing.  We need to wake up to the fact that people cheat pretty much all the time.  So why do we pretend that marriage, or relationships, will be monogamous?  If people love each other they don’t need to take a vow, or make a promise, not to cheat, they just won’t do it.  If they are cheaters, they’ll cheat no matter how many vows they take, or how many promises they make.  So basically our problems are only problems because our expectations are out of line with our reality.  We are unrealistic in what we expect people to do, how we expect them to behave, and live.  I think we either have to change our belief system, or just accept the fact that many people lie and cheat.

Anyway, Woody Allen, a guy I once thought of as funny, is a pedophile and married his adopted daughter. Diego was a  self absorbed serial cheater, who didn’t care who he hurt, especially his wives, and Hemingway hit women, told others to do the same thing, and lied, in writing, about experiences he never had but said that he did.  You already know about the sports guys and priests who rape people. There are many others, of course.

But is supporting these people, and talking about their brilliance, the right thing to do?  They are terrible role models and ego driven brutes when measured against the RULES… WHITE MALES OF THE PAST set up for us.  Males of power and religion…making us live the way they WANT us to live, not the way we choose to live, or even the way we are made to live.

I guess I’m just sick and tired of women being brutalized by men who are elevated to positions of greatness.  No consequences and there should be some but see we’re all liars.  We pretend that the things the white guys set up, actually mean something, actually make sense, when they don’t.

If people don’t want to lie they just have to change the rules that are obviously difficult, or impossible, for a lot of people to keep.  The rules aren’t WORKING.

See, here’s the thing…the Flower Children were a threat to the status quo, AKA the White Male Establishment/religion, those in power who made up the rules about women and sex.  They were freaked out that free love was an okay thing and a lot of fun for some.  So, really, it’s once again the old white MEN who want to control women and sex, who make up the rules, which only apply to WOMEN.  The government and religious right wingers, were going insane. I mean, kids were dancing in the street, having sex and most of them were happy.  But them being happy and free was a bigger threat to the establishment/religion than the Cuban Missile Crisis.  See, any kind of REAL FREEDOM, or joy. is a danger and threat to the people in power.  Uncontrolled joy is the biggest threat of all.  People doing what THEY WANT to do, without out following the RULES set down by the powerful, is pretty much a declaration of war against the establishment.  

Anyway, this all started when men in power wanted to be sure the baby was actually theirs.   Chasity belts, the whole stupid male ego thing.  So women were not ALLOWED to have sex with anyone they liked.  Men could, of course, just not women, well women who mattered.  The help were there for the taking…often against their wills and their babies didn’t count.  MEN ARE ALWAYS TRYING TO CONTROL WOMEN’S SEXUALITY/BODIES.  Men want to control women, period.

If we change the rules/our expectations, then no one would feel bad because no promises would be broken, no vows crushed on someone else’s sheets.  That’s the actually answer that no one will think is a good idea.  Like I said, people who don’t want to cheat won’t…people who want to cheat…will.

See, a lot of people would never think of sleeping with anyone else.  Some people actually are committed to each other.  But there are a LOT of people who do cheat.  Cheating would disappear if people could be honest about their intentions and were free to do whatever they wanted to do, as long as that was okay with the person’s partner.  The powerful and religious people would start poking their eyes out with forks, if people agreed to sleeping with others, but that’s their problem and their way of having fun.  I mean people do it all the time but forcing people to take vows that they won’t is the stupid part.  Especially when one of the two people takes the vow seriously.

Life is all about choices and we get to make very few, since we have been brainwashed into fitting our lives into the preset and insane rules made up by RICH WHITE GUYS IN POWER/RELIGION, who simply want to control EVERY SINGLE THING WE ALL DO.

Marriage and laws are still in effect but changing radically, due to the pressure put upon lawmakers and religious leaders.  People live together, have kids together when they are not married.  Sex before marriage is so common it’s no longer an issue.  So we CAN bring about changes, just by living the way we want to live and ignoring what we’re told/expected to do. We need to do more of that.  Independent thinking/living, regardless of what the powerful want us to do.  I mean live that way in all areas of our lives.  

I told you this was a jumbled rant.   It’s all because of a post I read about Diego Rivera.

I still don’t believe we should support people who rape or beat on women…not for any reason.  EVER.  Egomaniacs should just look into the mirror all the time.  They don’t need attention from me, that’s for sure.  So, I don’t really care what Picasso painted, Diego, either.  Hemingway could BE the old man in the sea, don’t care about that either.

Judgmental?  Sure.  But the point remains…do we support people who harm others or not?  Do we make them wealthy and famous, in spite of what they do, just because of their art?  Is what they do more important than how they treat others?

Women, who are just as talented, or more talented, than some men, have their names erased from HIStory.  You won’t know who they are, or what they’ve done. and that’s  JUST BECAUSE THEY’RE FEMALE.  But men can do anything they like and become famous.  Yeah. I don’t think so.

Like everything else…we each have to decide things for ourselves.  This is one of those things.

Hemingway’s art doesn’t matter to me as much as Hemingway hitting women.  It never will.

 

 

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