Imperfection

Prompt: The Artist’s Eye


Hello Wednesday,

Two of the framed artworks that hangs on the walls of this home got here in rather strange ways.

One I purchased at a silent auction— it is a large abstract piece with a compact multi-coloured blob in the centre in shades of fuscia, green, and royal blue, which you could say compete with the other colours in the living room (warm reds, woods, muted yellows). You could also call it …imperfect. Yes, that’s the word. It ended up on my wall because as I cruised the silent auction goodies, I noticed that no one had bid on this imperfect work of art, so lovingly created and so generously donated by the artist to a good cause. So I entered my bid. Sometimes silent auction items need a kick-start.

Naturally mine was the only bid, and I don’t buy art and put it in the garage. So there it hangs, just around a little corner so it’s not always in view, which is fine with me.

The other work of “art” was discovered by some builders in the old garden shed of the old house that used to sit on this property. This is an oil painting, a landscape in muted, muddy colours with a mountain and a tree, no doubt the masterpiece of previous owners. While the contractors were busy with the renovations, they placed this painting on the mantle of the fireplace.

When we had our house-warming party, all the builders and tilers and tradespeople were invited (they did a splendid job) and as a kind of inside joke, we framed and hung this sincere painting on a prominent wall. They just loved it!

Yet years later it still hangs there, in a gilded gold frame, flanked by two lovely watercolours. Why? I don’t know. It reminds me of the excitement that surrounded the building of this new house, and the thrill of the first few days and months in a house that was all ours and with no notion of pulling up roots ever again.

Imperfection and sincerity. There could be worse words in an art critic’s vocabulary.

Related to art and the artist’s eye, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons?

cartoon-this-artist-is-a-deeply-religious-feminist-and-anti-smoking-advocate-who-new-yorker-cartoon_a-l-9182535-8419447

cartoon-you-rarely-see-this-kind-of-joy-for-under-ten-thousand-new-yorker-cartoon1

cartoon art ask not tell


See you tomorrow for Throwback Thursday!

~~FP

 

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Gritty Meatballs

Prompt: Visceral


Dear Wednesday,

I admit, my reaction was visceral, from the gut, when I was informed that we would have four guests, three of whom I’ve never met, staying with us for over a week while they attend an athletic event (as participants). I’m still recovering from family reunion week, for heaven’s sake (and recovery realizations are pretty glorious… intently savouring every quiet moment of no-one-else-ville).

We all need to learn to control such reactions, or at least not to trust them, necessarily. My reaction was not instinctual, it was a purely selfish response to what I perceived as a burdensome lack of privacy. But was it?

They are lovely people. They train hard, and buy provisions, and are charmingly appreciative (the English accents don’t hurt).

Now they are visiting friends overnight, and I was astonished how much I missed them. The house suddenly seemed a lonely cave.

I also admit I am confused.

Allow me to present a few of my favourite cartoons, the first of which is tangentially related to today’s Daily Prompt, visceral

cartoon art sucks


cartoon gritty meatballs


cartoon send more roc


Savour every moment!

~~FP

Before Prozac

Prompt: Polish


Dear Wednesday,

When I attended my niece’s wedding in May, I thought it was appropriate to have a pedicure and manicure as the finishing touches to my outfit. Some women wear polish all the time… I wear toe polish in the summer, and finger nail polish for weddings. When I die, my surviving family will have no need to dress me up. Weddings only.

Now the nail polish is chipping and it looks dreadful, like an old house with peeling paint.

When I remove it, my nails will breath– literally. Apparently polish suffocates the poor blobs of keratin. We should be kinder to keratin.

And with polish out of the way, here are a few of my favourite cartoons:

cartoon licking plate


cartoon prozac cat


cartoon not bad for art


Have a happy week!

~~FP

Wheatpaste

Prompt: Specific

Here’s a fun vandalism project for you to try this week. Make some poster-sized art, mix up some wheatpaste, head downtown and find an interesting bit of wall space, and install your work on the outdoor gallery that is a city. Be aware that this is indeed considered vandalism in most situations, and the wheatpaste art is almost impossible to remove cleanly. So, maybe don’t do it after all, unless you are Charles Leval.

Artist Charles Leval, aka Levalet, exhibits his ingenious, site-specific wheatpaste art on the streets of Paris, using existing abandoned installations, cracks, garbage, decaying and crumbling walls in obscure corners of the city to apply his drawings. Next time I go to Paris (ahem) I will definitely seek out some of these unique art pieces. Here is a small sampling:

levalet-w-dog

levalet-shredder

levalet-cameras

levalet-xray

See more of Levalet’s images here.

Culture and Day 29

Prompt: Culture

culture-the-priest

Culture is the prompt today. Hello, Culture, are you being a good word today? Are you colourful, fascinating, inclusive, ethical, inspiring, and spiritual? If not, go away.

Yes, I’m exhausted on Day 29 of NaNoWriMo. I will reach my wordcount goal, but not the main goal of having a coherent story to share.

Tomorrow when I officially upload my 50,000 words, the universe will rejoice. Or, no one will notice, and I will be disappointed that I didn’t accomplish what I wanted. And work a lot harder next time.

Thank you for all the amazing support and encouragement!

 


Pungent and Day 27

Prompt: Pungent

art-smells

Red wine vinegar has a pungent smell, and so do gorgonzola cheese and cigar smoke. A back alley or urban tunnel can have pungent odors too, of garbage and piss. What else is pungent besides smell?

I don’t know. I only know that on Day 27 of my NaNoWriMo novel, I still don’t have the murder scene organized. That’s because I changed the identity of the person to finally be arrested and charged, and it relies on planted evidence. Also, the murder has changed from premeditated to somewhat spontaneous, and who takes a large knife on a walk in the park? I might have to change it back to premeditated, but I do want to hold onto some shred of sympathy for the murderer, and that’s hard when someone plans a bloody homicide.

My next Nano novel will be about unicorns and rainbows. …Pungent, gangster unicorns maybe, and rainbows made of acid rain drops. As you can tell I could use a dose of sweetness right about now.

 


 

Chaotic and Day 24

Prompt: Chaotic

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I thought this illustration of chaos theory by momentica-one on the site Deviant Art was pretty cool. Please visit the site and let the artist know you like it too!

Meanwhile, back at NaNoWriMo, chaos still reigns, in the sense that I simply can not seem to focus and get the requisite number of words done per day in order to get to 50,000 words by midnight on November 30.

I used to work in advertising, where unreasonable deadlines were daily occurrences, so I am hoping my eleventh hour determination will kick in soon. Please? Kick in soon?