on the trip to the coast i rode with my dad...The kiddo went with my momin another car....the drive was really short...4 hours...it usually feels like 6....because kiddo talks so much...this trip, i got to actually look out the windows, take pictures along the way...dad even stopped on top of the bridge at the intercoastl highway......he was supporting my art.....onw of our conversttions was about artists...He brought it up...
he brought up a texas artist whose work is oftenmade of wood and has black eyes on it....i took my mother to meet this artist once whenhe exhibited at my school...and my dad saw his work at the same school in a different occassion....
My father said....something to the affect of..." i don't get it why his works sells....it looks like something I could do....like something anybody could do...."
We then began our conversation about building up a "hype" about yourself...and selling not only your work...but building a followingbased on "your story"....i have seen this happen alot....
and i admitted...that I am not good at that part of the art world....I am not a shcmoozer....i have no social skills for such a thing...
Not to mention that i live in a artless town.....there is no outlet....i have to make those openings...and i am not comfortable with selling myself...i never have been...nor have i ever been comfortable with the attention or pats of the back for skills.....i feel complete and utter embarassment....and anxietty....weirdness i know....
dad then went on to say that he truly belived that alot of successful artists were also crazy....Van gogh painted the way he did because that is how he really saw it...i see his point....
There is definately a link to eccentricity to those who are truly successful or remembered..depending on your idea of success i suppose...
I'm not sure exactly how i feel about all fo that...but, i do know...i love being able to talk about these things with my father....
Often if eel like i am in my own little club....and they are in theirs...the hunting and fishing club...not something i am a part of...or ever have been....this one conversation was just a nice inlcusion for me... a gentle hug and a reminder of those moments i hung on to as a child to relate to being an artist....
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