Leonardo i Gioconda

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Painter reflecting his artwork: "Art is a calling, it could be a vocation, and then we call it "work"... because nobody wants to be called a jobless twartherized howlint'werp looser. So we can make money at it, so that the loud rumblings of the stomach with hunger pains and the flatus coming out of empty rectums cannot be heard.
Some of us feel called to do it just to have fun on art forums and get laid?

Another bonkrosophical yawningly boring already 100 times the same repetitive drizzling drivel nincompoopical question seeping into gelatinous jellybrained fartistic heads, is now: why do we make art? Do we make art, really? tisk, tisk, then why ask in the first place, for copulatory fornicating's sake, have a heart, art is made to learn any paintpushing poodling poofed honkers bonkers to relax his/her hemorrhoidal ano-rectal sphincter properly to functionally expel farts, otherwise bellies would get turgidly swollen with excess of methanous-scatolic flatus, heh heh.

Here another one: Does art has any ground rules: Heh, heh, to me art always had its ground rules, that is: rules of how to grind' em all down on their own battleground, heh, heh, hummm...?

What is important in art: Nothing is important, silly poof, not even bonkrous curses, which all will return someday to the cursing rhetorical little man, who's really here to see people's responses, eh, heh heh.

Do we have to look for something in art: Of course, if you look for something, someday you will definitely stumble upon it. There are several shortcuts possible, just follow the steep paths which all lead straightly down to the art factory with the smoking chimneys.
Do not topple over while riding the rugged slanting terrains on yer way, so ascertain to strap yer lunchbox and thermosflask snugly on the carrier of yer raleigh bike.

Another one: Is art subjective? Art is really subjective as in its intent it has risen within the artistic individual. The creator as a person has implemented his individual idea into substance with content. Since the dawn of man there is the phenomenon as a regard for "best" art. This could be associated with the cyclical rising of certain trends or fads within a society in a continuous interplay of action vs reaction. This certain public consensus will have thus been reached by the synergized reciprocal influence of personal individual opinions in a total set of dynamics in play in which artists are generally influenced at large by the canonized and that they as mediators on their turn will further influence the public masses. So part of art history has showed us the phenomena that 'we' as part of all that, be it as artists, or as spectators, or as part of the masses, are controlled by the few for the few and later on for the few for the many. So there has been derived this general public consensus in postmodernism and contemporary art in which the masses have reached a vague notion of what is "good" or "bad", strictly according to their respective culture, societal status, believe systems and standards of life. But generally, on the individual level we still could maintain that 'beauty resides within the eye of the beholder'. However, on the level of the public opinion we could no longer speak of individual eyes. There'll be just the existence of a vague notion of certain connotative and relatively primitive conceptualisations of art, which have been ad randomly translated into a haphazard given set of morals and standards of do's and don'ts, strictly according to the current moods living and typing the respective time or epoch in the respective society in question. So in any way the public cannot be expected to have a detailed and egalitarian notion of "intrinisic qualities and utter perfection". But they may generally be keenly aware of such thing as Pacman. A perfect model of modern art may only become truly egalitarian when the rich patrons have become the masses themselves or vice versa and in which the participants are primarily enjoying and practising art fully and wholly for the fun and sheer hell of it. In the post digital revolution the internet has contributed very much towards the initialisement of such thing as an "egalitarian" history at this point. In which in the public there has come a sense into being of wanting more life and experience in which any 'fucker' must personally seek a master.
Having said this, hopefully it will not get one into becoming one of the many cases of instant brain meltdown which may result into former ladies and gentlemen of great artistic stature now suddenly reduced to mystified wondering creatures wandering and seeking infinite circles of eternity swirling and spiraling all around like countless galaxies of knowledge unbound. How stunning! How mind-boggling. What an exemplary case of hypnotic spell!
And the one who has said this is surely amongst my heroes!

Is art boring?...am i boring thru the mud in ur thick skull u mean? tisk, tisk, ain't so entertaining to me either. But at least u like something of me & i thank u for that...okay?

Do artists have to crawl in people's asses to sell their art: What's crawling in people's asses...wouldn't it be a quality crawler, heh, heh.

Why train for art... well, if you insist upon training, just do what you gotta do and take pride in your ego and perhaps because of being simply too dumb to teach yourself to make something nice and pleasing to senses or mind, or just to make someone happy ?

How much do you believe one ought to know to be an artist?...hummm...not much...tisk, but some believe it to be lot, tisk, tisk, but when they paint they just drool over the canvas, heh, heh.

Here another 1: is intent somewhere in between, eh? feh, rather tepid talk, hummm...intent shud be unwavering, unbending, straight as an arrow hitting its goal of fullfilment, which is art capable of filling the intent of the sensorium of the onlooker with a kind of awareness of esthetical qualities, beauty so u will, heh,heh... which BTW is NOT wot u generally c in ur mirror, heh, heh.

Who's intention: The intention as a maker is all yers, who else's wud it be. But don't forget: the onlooker has an intention too & wud the effect on them not be one of yawning from boredom or laughing their heads off, heh heh.

Does one has to care to be an artist: Giving a damn or not are personal choices, all just bleak in the light of a few really important things in life, such as enlightenment by understanding with compassion, heh heh!

Can an artist get enraged: Now don’t you get somewhat irate and wishing to send me away. I like the scent of irateness in the evening. Anyway, you can have it any way you want. I don't care a fig about that. Now when explaining motives and intentions of artworks with explanations which do not uphold what the artist want me to think of his/her art, then I'd merely say: Sir/Madam, did you really think that you're magnanimous by having painted or carved some abstract cliche ideas out of yer wooden head while your heart seemed to have vanished. While mine is always present in my choice of words and formulations. And I'll add: probably Herr Kunstler, tears are due to some paint, sawdust or wood splinters that got caught in yer yek or of sheer narcissistically hysterical nature. And do you need someone to describe to you what is real agony: yes you do! Have you any right to send me or anyone away: No mister Socalled Pitiful, you haven't the right!
Are you an arrogant prick: probably YES, unless you can prove to me otherwise and I'll make proper excuses! Touche! And now the real crying may start, please do sniff, sniff!

Who creates art: Art creates itself, requiring a maker and medium & when it's done well, he/she may be rewarded with one or all of the 3: money, fame & status, heh, heh....hummm...so get back to ur drawing board & reflect once again, heh, heh.

And what about the art of sculpturing: Well, we must admit: those sculpturer fellows are always looking for superior quality of clays. And search they will for them, be it even in the most dark and remote places, be those places of abominable intimate obscurity or be those places be near their firy furnaces in the good town of Hameln or in the hazy distance far beyond the horizons of their trusted home bases. And bet your sweet life and that one may be 100% sure: nothing will keep these fellow artists from soaping up their fingers to let it venture far and deep into contoured velvety surfaces, just to keep up the producing of still more of their righteous haute sculptures.

Can an artist do creative work while on the "job"...well, don't let the boss catch ya doing your art outside the lavatories or you'll be sacked instantly and no longer be part of corporate life making 40 grand a week.

Is factory work as a breadwinner more important than artistic career: I'm happy if you receive the support and sympathy that you need so much to get convinced of what should be your life destiny. Yet I'm sorry when perhaps I sound somewhat disappointing. Factory work is far too important to leave for art. Think about this: without factories which have built the spitfires to win the great battle of old Britain, probably the grandson of the good old Adolph would recently have been inaugurated as the new prime minister-dictator for a kind of Sassanach which you could not imagine nor could understand now;
Without factories you would not have the lucky private ownership of a brand new Raleigh bike;
Without factories you would not have the luxury of your private thermosflask and nicely illustrated lunchbox;
And I could mention many more of such examples. But lets get to the bottomline: factories with the smoking chimneys are more important than art! As you yourself could have correctly stated. So you must stick with it! Don't listen gregariously to those sinister freddievoizes which are trying to steer you the wrong way, mister! Factories bake the bread, feeding the people with their necessary food;
Factories provide them with their wages for more bread to consume....While art is just a commodity of luxuriance merely for the chosen few, the blatantly rich who could not even distinguish their front from their backs. Factories have made possible computers, monitors, keyboards, printplates, cables, internet, this website and even this forum. So mind you mister & c.s..
Factories are the real playground and paradise for real people, while art ain't and it couldn't beat that reality even in its wildest dreams.

Is it wrong for these (working) people to call themselves artists?...what would be wrong, the worst is being hauled off in a straightjacket heavily sedated.

Is it egotistical to admit that our predecessors before us may have something to teach us? ...how can they teach us, they're dead and buried, ain't they, and words are simply not enough, unless written so good as some unknown really talented one, so start flipflopping most of the art books out of the window.

Is "art" a contribution to society? Yes, if the work's is a contribution to society, you can forget the artist.

Is art a commodity? Some collectors do want to make us believe that, ain't they, they even open web hosting sites.

Artists have no nerves as unicellular organisms. So no constant threat of ego bruising as there's no ego in there either, just a vague sense of community.

Is true art a confession from the artist to his public: "Fur confessions ye main hae sins first, an' sae ye hae sinned, ye hae bin throon it ay paradise, an' will be sufferin' tae reinvent it in yer art...an' th' padre tae which ye ur confessin' main be sittin' oan a buckit ay tomatoes ready tae be throon at ye. "

Think wot u want, ur thoughts r urs, & urs only, r they not? & of wot u think, i don't give one damn fig for it heh heh...

Let yer innermost thoughts be part of those of the public, so if the public starts kicking, they only kick themselves.
Heed no illusion nor desillusion and you will never be disappointed.
And when there is the disappointing rejection afterward, you can always kick back, can u?

...just putting out some good words for a true artist...who we shud appreciate, as he doesn't seem bad at all, at least not to me...heh, heh, hummmm...i know when i see one, who's always telling truth as he sees it while explaining the gist of it, though be it in his native dialect, i do believe we must have some patience... even when he uses a personal blog for tokking to himself...but can't we at least acknowledge when he does give a great show of intention in his wordings...hummm...mad ravings? hummmm....too strong a formulation...hummm...i'd rather prefer to deem it perhaps syndrome of asperger with autistical tendencies...but yes i'm a raven, though not mad & and surely not in menopause, as i cud testify to any true gentleman of art forums, & still losing 1 egg a month, and absolutely not of the chicken kind, eh heh, heh!

The artist as a molten yolk: yes, so there will be no chicken coming out the egg today, sir.

...with a crisp hard and thin shell... yes, and it may contain a photophobic mollusc inside, exposing abominable denuded molluskian obscenity.

Why making art? tisk...hummm...if you still reflect on this dumb question by now, u simply shouldn't call urself artist...hummm...u'll be better off spending ur last money on a good quality thermosflask & lunchbox & find a job from 9 to 5 at the local industrial plant, heh, heh, hummm...& no more time wasting with forum play, heh, heh.

Another dumb artyfarty question...feh...hummm... wot's beauty ? tisk, tisk, hummm...beauty is everything else except that wot u see in the mirror when having a hangover in the mornin', heh, heh.
Aw, stop being such a cynical idiot...what's beauty...hummm...beauty is one of the great bonkresthetical stirrings of the soul capable of resonating in another person's...tisk tisk...beauty is something INTUITIVELY grasped, freddiezzz. I mean: the moment you've captured its presence, it has captured you already and will stir something indefinite deeply inside you. You may not be able to describe the awareness verbally, but all the more you will feel it with your evoked feelings. For some in a society stimulating only socalled 'rational' tendencies and intellectual verboseness this kind of primordial stupefaction may bring out the best out of some and for others the worst out of them, all will depend on individual personality and the stage of one's personal evolution. Another thing: the more talking of beauty, the less one's grasp of it will be and the further away it has moved from yer. Ye cud have known this too, if ye had a sense of it, brainy blabbermoothed bonkerzzz! Didnae Ah tell ye that perception of beauty's a pure matter of INTUITION (or what's still left of it in yer gelatinous jellybrained heart-spirit). Which means: on level ay spirit an' spung which is the only thing able to recognize its inborn esthetics of naturalness and which quality we may call the prime essence and defining of beauty. And nae beauty can be a matter of petty intellectdualism, as then it will transform to ugly superficial artificialness and fool's arrogance. Ye heareth me, braindead freddiebonkerzzzzzz !

Aren't beautiful paintings used as decor and paid for like any other...everything can be used as a decor and paid for it like any other decor, and it certainly helps to have a sofa to go with it.

In case that you seek advice...wouldn't u perhaps per chance want my advice: only purchase art from someone who properly understands the gist and true meaning of: thwarterized howlin' twerpisserie of drizzly driveled somnolentically flipflopping lethargical soporous Alzheimerian demented senile poodling poofed grey diddeled amphibian diddelydoodical doodoowappical kilt-sagging ass-reamed invaginated hirsute testiculo-scrotal bollocicity of a penile paint pushing simian honkers bonkers...and you automatically will receive a call from a certain psittacotically psychotic artist.

Tisk, hummm...what's a starving artist: you know you're one when a swollen hard dick leads 2 hunger-induced hallucinatory visions of a mile long tasty wiener sausage, heh, heh.

Is making money invariably dishonorable? No, but money can surely stink sometimes and carrying it in your pocket gets dishonorable.

What about an honest wage for a fair contribution? Just pay me for my advice or I'll clobber ya...

What about the issue of marketing of your art: I once sold a sculpture piece "Alto Mouse of Hameln" to the mayor of that city, the next day he disappeared without leaving a trace and never has been found since...

Is art nowadays only for socializing and is this too tricky a subject for debate...No problem at all sir! In Holland artists on expo just put on wooden shoes and formally announce to make it clearly known to the public that: "Alas ladies and gentlemen! The catering service has failed to deliver the ordered spirits, drinks and treats! Sorry for any inconvenience, we have clear tap water available and there's a cafetaria next door. So please, we do hope that you will enjoy the art and its entourage... you may dance around the table if you will to experience some lightheadedness and feel happy..." and then they just start counting those who still hang around.

When it takes too much time to write your thoughts down, write as fast as you think, because time is money on this online gallery.

Whaur dae Ah come frae ? It doesn’t matter, but mair important: I’ll teel ye whaur ye come frae. Yoo all ur frae Eggheadonia, th' region ay th' born brainbulked eggheids. Yes those fa rigidly stiffly inflexibly believe 'at art swims aroond loch a spermatozoon in th' snot beneath a calcined skull an' its leaithery meninges. But ye got it wrang freddies!, Don’t hink an' analyse art in terms ay history, markets, incrowd tokkin' an' yer snotty philosophies, th' tiresome borin' left brain jobby reasonin'. Wot’s beauty, art, etc etc. Stop yer left brain thinkin', an' start tae feel art wi' th' reit brain feelin' felt in yer heart. 'en ye main kin art by bein' art. An' it main make ye loose yer snobbish ay crappy ego. So artists ur nae better than anyain else wi' bulkbrains. An' learn somethin' abit whaur ye pure cam frae: artists withit a heart arenae human but maggots ! An' don’t bortha abit me, Ah did 'at lang time ago. "

I can't remember whether I ever have critized someone's art or artist. I generally respect anyone and their art. I consider someone's art pertaining to a very personal level; a rather concrete representation of intangible aspects of one's non-representative soul. So I'd tend to never be hurtful on this subject. (Nil nocere!) And I would not oblige to any requests to be hurtful unless properly asked. And even then I may be seemingly cruel, but mostly only tokking to myself. As this forum I consider as my private blog. Because deep within I do know that I will never belong nor properly fit in anywhere. And have necessarily cultivated great peace with that. So my feelings are mostly peaceful. And my affect for any colleague artist is mostly one of benevolent goodwill.

Wish you luck!
Then you'll stare at yer brush...
Yer mind blanketh out
Wondering what you're about
Begging and waiting
For some creative arty rush
Which never cometh
Mere soporic fuss
Angry the mood that you'll get
Restless you'll press the keys
To check out the damned art 4um !
Yes you're addicted !
Addicted to the damned art 4um...
We recognized your desparate statement:
Help! You're addicted to the *** art forum !
And may the Good Lord have mercy with you
While your spirit dances damned and doomed
For struggling in groaning and growling.

Drs. Harold Lie Kie Sang