tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70695885964525585122024-03-05T04:43:18.827-08:00Thoughts on A Struggling Artist's Life, Usually.Anecdotes, complaints and advice is what I have to offer.carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-27950836763656719352012-03-05T18:37:00.001-08:002012-03-05T18:39:08.842-08:00New Old-Timey Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFyUSGQtqKctzC4zPEL2Tn3Q1h8wO0NFz7_RO0zBWnYxHRQE_PvCemDl6m-_u2HsZnXvDf2mnu-SzZzRzO3DmMZL1ZzMx9P1JTHQc4O-hh6oC-yXE3zMqmFPIJt6HWa0CN8AAmX0HJHiy/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFyUSGQtqKctzC4zPEL2Tn3Q1h8wO0NFz7_RO0zBWnYxHRQE_PvCemDl6m-_u2HsZnXvDf2mnu-SzZzRzO3DmMZL1ZzMx9P1JTHQc4O-hh6oC-yXE3zMqmFPIJt6HWa0CN8AAmX0HJHiy/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWT8w1gFfp7NZcc6v_bAJE1UlGKPFRXZDOtBuj-RrskH-WkG-qYK_-tlDDtXNLKpHkcmQksnVEqtlZF0ZhgD9THHVS2U2ObWXH197Bg8bKzRtA7GDJQHN8kNMnEte1cdbogWADqQdY7RUQ/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWT8w1gFfp7NZcc6v_bAJE1UlGKPFRXZDOtBuj-RrskH-WkG-qYK_-tlDDtXNLKpHkcmQksnVEqtlZF0ZhgD9THHVS2U2ObWXH197Bg8bKzRtA7GDJQHN8kNMnEte1cdbogWADqQdY7RUQ/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE29a6W2xchBk-jmKutmQ-20qPcb20U2VWhh5551Sx12V90oDk1VGHP4bY59LbwtBmPlVVlpXfpIB33G4eiIgPo8SmOWoEMAUQSzFE7n8cLAqbZN00Nbyl08jAVQce-tfZAjmMvife1bgt/s1600/LAMPS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE29a6W2xchBk-jmKutmQ-20qPcb20U2VWhh5551Sx12V90oDk1VGHP4bY59LbwtBmPlVVlpXfpIB33G4eiIgPo8SmOWoEMAUQSzFE7n8cLAqbZN00Nbyl08jAVQce-tfZAjmMvife1bgt/s320/LAMPS.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I have become addicted to Instagram. Give it a whirl! http://web.stagram.com/n/carriembecker/carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-3553063349648131932012-01-09T15:51:00.000-08:002012-01-09T15:52:42.128-08:00Local Woman Makes Hot MessJust have to share this:<br />
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My friend Paul says that if you put it out in to the universe, you'll get a response.<br />
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This week I had over 30 unique articles written about a series I only finished on Dec. 18, 2011 and thought that no one would like. I have to say, that's pretty crazy.<br />
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I maintain this blog for three reasons: 1. It's my journal, 2. So that non-artists can have a glimpse of how an artist's life is composed, 3. So that students/beginners have an idea of what's in store for them. <br />
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With that in mind, I'm going to share an ancedote:<br />
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Titles are inextricably linked to your work and can even function as an artist or political statement.<br />
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I knew this before, but that sentiment was pounded in to the 'ol noggin this week. Sometimes, I have a tendency to not take my work too seriously. In this case I gave Barbie Trashes Her Dreamhouse a rather flippant title. If it were not for that consideration, no one would have "gotten" this work and no one would currently be viewing it. Originally I did call the series "Time To Burn the House Down" and everyone thought I was showing images of my own home, so I changed the title to stress the point that what they were seeing was, in fact, miniature. The rest is history. <br />
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Be careful what you wish for, though. I had envisioned that the work would be a one-two punch. I thought that people would look at the images, gasp, think "God I hope that's not real", then see something odd and realize what they were seeing was very small, then marvel again at the detail. <br />
This is not what happened. Everyone thought that I was a hoarder and I had to explain the image to each viewer, so I changed the title so that they could instantly understand that the scenes were models. In doing so, I caused a sensation while providing a small disservice to myself. I think that a certain amount of mystique had been lost due to the "barbie" association, but it's what people get and who am to argue with that? Future Husband says of his stand-up career, "It doesn't matter how you come up with a joke, if it's brainy or dumb, all that matters is if people laugh." I think that sentiment fits here, too.<br />
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Lastly, here is my list of things to be grateful for:<br />
I have almost 90,000 unique visitors to my Flickr page.<br />
My work has graced the online pages of Huffington Post and Time, plus many other publications, all within a weeks' time. <br />
Other than the few nut jobs who think this work is satanic, most of the response had been amazingly positive. <br />
I've made some pretty useful connections.<br />
Work was printed in the actual local newspaper, the Post-Dispatch. That made my mom proud. <br />
I might have a future in this art thing. <br />
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If you've been keeping up with thisahere blog, you know that heretofore I was a nobody, so these are quite huge events for someone who hasn't even been out of grad school for 2 years.<br />
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Now I just hope to find a full-time job. Universe? Are you listening?carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-26148932185477345262012-01-04T07:58:00.000-08:002012-01-04T07:58:25.124-08:00The Big Time?My Flickr page has 77,000 views, and I've received press from the Huffington Post and Time magazine.<br />
It's been a hell of a Wednesday morning!carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-84137625489148357032011-12-29T15:34:00.000-08:002012-01-02T12:00:32.131-08:00Barbie Trashes Her Dreamhouse and Kawaii<span style="font-size: small;">Originally written in April 2010, I thought I'd re-share this essay as an artist statement for the series, "Barbie Trashes Her Dreamhouse". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"I've been feeling guilty of late for the photographs I've been taking. I am like a hobbyist engaged in some time-wasting endeavor that is sure to bring no respect, to say nothing of either fame or fortune. The subjects themselves are of questionable taste with respect to a large demographic- tiny, cute, girly miniature toys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">There's that old adage "do what you love and the rest will follow", but at times that rings empty. I could question the nature of motivation, i.e., how many artists are truly moved by process alone without any regard to criticism and that may describe the average outsider artist, but for most "schooled" artists, we keep our eyes on the prize: a show, a review, a publication, a sale. We are only as good as our convictions- as long as they have been deemed acceptable by a third party. Call me crass, but I don't speak no jive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">As ridiculous as it would sound, in light of my many-year obsession with the Japanese culture of the small, Kawaii is a relatively new term to me. At it's core, the word means "childlike", "sweet", and "innocent", with darker connotations such as "vulnerable", "weak" and "socially inexperienced". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Why should this matter? I've been trying to justify my collection and the time "wasted" setting up scenes to shoot them. I make haste to liken this process to one I knew more formally during the time spent photographing room scenes for commercial purposes. I am doing the same thing, albeit on a smaller (literally!) scale. But where does the drive stem from? Why miniature? Why small things associated with my youth? Why now? I have been temped by a growing subculture. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">As has been part of mainstream culture in Japan since the 1970's, flaunting symbols of childhood is a way to hang onto it and thereby delay those specific aspects of adulthood that are deemed grueling and unsavory- take your pick. To wit, grown men and women drive character cars and fly on airplanes painted with Pokemon painted on the side. I believe the trend has only begun here as a subculture due in large part that adult-marketed toys (no, not those) have not been made available until recently. I credit adults who were children in the 1980's to start this trend here. Witness the small, but growing contingency of Japanophiles who delight in the cartoonish offerings of Sanrio. How about Kidrobot? Frank Kozik's been around for quite some time as a graphic designer, but his followers had to become of age to promulgate his kawaii-like vinyl toys. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, why is this a trend now? Several catalysts (and certainly, just my opinion) stem from the bright, colorful Saturday morning cartoons of the 1980's, the over-marketing of figurines like Rainbow Brite, He-Man, and the Transformers, florescent clothing with god-awful patterns of the late 80's and early 90's. You didn't have to like this stuff,- it didn't matter- it was all-pervasive. It would be remember and referenced in later years, and who doesn't want to fondly recall their youth in some small way? As a teenager (and I am referring to a select group here) we were all deemed Slackers, a term about as anti-life affirming for a generation as you can get. A certain restraint was lifted. It was implied that we had not set very high goals for ourselves, so why not grow up and play with toys?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Why else would this happen in the new millenium? Did children of the 1950's have bastardized 1970's movie remakes about cartoons they watched as children? No, there was and, for most part, still is a stigma on continuing to reference things used and experienced as children. It makes one seem defective in a way, like they never grew the fuck up. There is a percentage of this blight that is being erased, as certain franchises have turn to capitalize on our collection penchant for 80's nostalgia. Micheal Bay, I'm looking at you! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, say what you will about my work only serving to keep my reality at an arms length. I won't deny it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">You still might think it's silly, but the Japanese know what's up."</span><br />
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Today, I dragged some art out to the ruined rectory behind McColl and had my way with it. Here's what I've come up with:<br />
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They're not too bad, although I do have to say that the sculpture always looks better in person, naturally.<br />
I still like what it looks like in a photograph, I think that one can draw some conclusion as to the goings-on in my brain when it's served up this way.carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-28894506591603380822011-11-19T06:20:00.000-08:002011-11-19T06:20:55.130-08:00New 3D WorkHere's a piece that I started back in March, but really didn't like where it was going. After having some time to figure it out, I re-dyed most of the paper from pink to earthier tones and came up with what you see. It's handmade paper, made from dollar store tp, of course!<br />
Additionally, I like to find a similarity between the work I'm making and naturally-occurring things that already exist. If I can see how nature treats the problems of composition, texture, grouping, hue, and other formal properties, the information directs my new decision. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBsnEw-YoVJvjTizRb5VVeVBbM61hgEIRHCyh9duufmZGOtvsJWJsZJdw7lQFtiiLc2Io6_zrDHKJWJeMrGCunZIUEBPSaAVY0gyRLXQyUlvnhv41gqsGWdVjcL8AjkZ-2oRT_CBAWBVN/s1600/cmb_paper2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBsnEw-YoVJvjTizRb5VVeVBbM61hgEIRHCyh9duufmZGOtvsJWJsZJdw7lQFtiiLc2Io6_zrDHKJWJeMrGCunZIUEBPSaAVY0gyRLXQyUlvnhv41gqsGWdVjcL8AjkZ-2oRT_CBAWBVN/s320/cmb_paper2.png" width="242" /></a></div>This piece is called what it looks like, Trichomes, which a<span class="st">re fine outgrowths, hairs, or appendages on plants and certain protists, but you already knew that! </span><br />
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In the past month, I printed out the images that I completed in August large format and put them up in my studio. Since then, I've had about 50 or so visitors remark how intrigued they were by the series. Almost every person, upon first glance, was ready to accept the images as reality until I told them to take a closer look. I just have to say that I was delighted with their reactions when they figured out what they were seeing, so that alone gives me the impetus to go on. <br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7Sh6HUE8rE" width="560"></iframe>carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-69849863093510938772011-10-18T05:43:00.000-07:002011-10-18T05:43:59.872-07:00Making Art And Figure Skating, But Not At The Same Time.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4N2FqISXZrA" width="560"></iframe>carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-62236474783882236182011-10-14T07:24:00.000-07:002011-10-14T07:24:54.006-07:00It's Hard To Get Started Again Or: Wah, Baby Needs A Bottle... Of Whiskey.There are good conundrums and bad conundrums and this kind is the aforementioned: What shall I make next? It seems that I'm always making art for a deadline, and as a professional this is to be expected. One could surmise that working for a deadline in and of itself suggests a kind of merit- someone wants to see your work and this is not a bad thing. <br />
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My dilemma begins with the song that I always sing, entitled "But I Haven't Figured Out My Process Yet" and alas, it is in heavy rotation on Radio Becker these days. I reason that if I had more time to figure out process without a deadline, my content and skill could grow, but that is not to be so I must ride the current wave of known processes and only turn out exasperatingly familiar pieces.<br />
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Such is the life of an artist.carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-40665530514575584722011-10-01T11:25:00.000-07:002011-10-12T05:01:37.572-07:00My First Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHevStiegG1F_T0CdPqPG0gBFUZKwfRR0iG_UoySacbm3mY8aLjcT1Mi-q7FAzxHA5hzDLtZWuftEkXtexwLH2OlckViwcTv9JQa1NEQKypcSM73-ID86SQvhUemaa63abDcma7_XRmnQK/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHevStiegG1F_T0CdPqPG0gBFUZKwfRR0iG_UoySacbm3mY8aLjcT1Mi-q7FAzxHA5hzDLtZWuftEkXtexwLH2OlckViwcTv9JQa1NEQKypcSM73-ID86SQvhUemaa63abDcma7_XRmnQK/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>First time experiences can be awesome, overwhelming, triumphant or even just weird. They can be especially eye-widening when they come at you all at once. Last night's reception was no exception and I am still glowing over the positive buzz. For the first time in my life I experienced: 450 well-heeled guests, gallery attendants walking around with price list clipboards, two blubs with images in local publications, a professional photographer, a videographer, and many well-wishers that sought to tell me that they understood my inspiration and wanted to know more. I am humbled and flattered. I hadn't really thought about what the opening would be like. I almost felt separate from the work, that my presence, while welcome, certainly wouldn't be necessary. All I can say is that I am a part of it, inextricably linked to something that is much bigger than myself and my wildest dreams. Thanks for believing in me, guys.carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com0McColl Center for Visual Art, Charlotte, NC, USA35.232593407788251 -80.83605624982453735.227562907788254 -80.842815749824538 35.237623907788247 -80.829296749824536tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-55768106451866645452011-09-01T11:27:00.000-07:002012-01-09T06:39:31.918-08:00Element- 1st Solo Show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCZ-eo2QAbOzYBq7O2z7Fii2XOJY-l7l8p-NgWtMo9xFtMAA7l1KxVGzQHtotl2dUGrwNbulN3Eh5XKZa2pPCX4PjwN_n7aRTowS8hBXAVR-powDxzUJ4zGjD4Bj2y_Z05Fmw55KYiwPI/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCZ-eo2QAbOzYBq7O2z7Fii2XOJY-l7l8p-NgWtMo9xFtMAA7l1KxVGzQHtotl2dUGrwNbulN3Eh5XKZa2pPCX4PjwN_n7aRTowS8hBXAVR-powDxzUJ4zGjD4Bj2y_Z05Fmw55KYiwPI/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><br />
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carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-30755370459257474752011-08-13T19:28:00.000-07:002011-10-11T19:30:02.255-07:00I'm Doing It Again!The last time that I finished up work for a massive show then had down time, I created a myriad of 1/6th scale tableaus that I painstakingly set up and photographed as a counterbalance to "serious" art. History is repeating itself, although perhaps more intelligently this time, since I'm really trying to create a confusion between what is a miniature set and what is a real room. I had starting going this route about a year and a half ago, but didn't have the wherewithal at the time to keep pushing the limit, but I've create some scenes this weekend that have come out pretty well:<br />
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This is a redo of one that I tried last year. I used flash this time to simulate the look of a point-and-shoot camera in an actual room. I think it's more convincing that even lighting.<br />
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When I began the first one, I thought it might just be a pointless redo of my previous kitchen scene, but I like the vantage point here a bit better. If you just give it a once over, it's pretty convincing.<br />
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So, this is pretty much the series. I'm going to probably move on. The bad thing about the "Hoarders"-inspired scenes is that, while amusing, they make their point rather quickly.<br />
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OK, so I do want to share one thing, but only because it's gross and I can't believe that I made it. Isn't it funny how work can get away from you and you have no idea where in the hell it came from? Usually when I speak, my uttered thoughts are not a surprise to me. If they were, I suppose I'd feel possessed. However, when I made art, I have no idea what my brain will dream up. As creator, I am merely along for the ride. <br />
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Not sure how to remedy this. I just think it's damn unfortunate that 99% of the people are only open to 9% of what is out there. I think it's rooted in the fact that our public school arts education potential was scrapped long ago due to budget cuts, etc. It's on the viewer to educate themselves about art/ art history, cinema, music, dance, drama and the like. I could take the road that supposes " people are stupid" but I don't believe that. I suppose after a certain point in one's life (high school or college) if one hasn't been exposed to a certain way of thinking, then there is a very good chance that they will never be open to it. Most people would rather be entertained than elucidated.carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-26777985864908316512011-06-05T19:22:00.000-07:002011-10-11T19:31:12.987-07:00A Field of Cannoli?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ru7OBYIVaN-4dxbLmCnsmAThRYNqORfDdYxGOruBtxNqY1Ua7nCbrehiPpz9qMsnFX6oUOCPUOjghTdNMV59seyzJmsCee0IB6S5uvy2Qpwkh8yulNCf_5h11UhhttyDZKINtVC6ZGGf/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-04+at+3.34.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Here is a preview of a new piece which I hope to expand for the NC show. </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><br />
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I received an MFA and sought an adjunct teaching path. It worked. I commandeered four days off a week with a budget of about $300/mo to blow on supplies. (Mind you, this usurps my down time and cancels hanging out with friends. Also, I don't waste money on booze. I buy fabric and varnish.) <br />
Then, I relocated to my hometown. It's a city where the rent is cheap and the teaching gigs are available. The door seemed to be open to do the thing that I want: be an artist. <br />
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SO HOW COME I NEVER HAVE ANY TIME TO MAKE ANY FRICKING ART? Four days a week off is not enough. I still only average 5-6 days in a month that is spent working on this solo show. Tis not what I expected. Alas, there are still obligations of which to attend. I could say the reason for it, but it is not a detail to be divulged. You know, family "stuff". <br />
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Someone told me recently that most artists move away from the people they know and cut their family out of their lives as it's the only way to maintain autonomy. But what do you do when you are a woman and a caretaker of loved ones? It is a conundrum when people rely on you. <br />
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In a perfect world, one could move away from everything they know and love to make work in a self-styled vacuum in the name of art, but at what price? Does the creation of art negate and excuse the selfish act of asceticism? Yes if it's good and no if it's not. Good luck, then, I guess.carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-34645273125084148472011-04-11T09:57:00.000-07:002012-01-11T05:47:19.733-08:00Eva Hesse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHzvi9o70YA_vKAuQwPhkksnsgRtez-6ZbqZCpdOmX1Dl3DLIb5Ka8H9fTIM5ebg9FmFCIRot1NWluiBnir0zOkMPoBu5dQ1NenjH1NRULKZLd_BIzcPRzUpBTId3PEptkpTAGxjjjy__/s1600/me%2526eva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHzvi9o70YA_vKAuQwPhkksnsgRtez-6ZbqZCpdOmX1Dl3DLIb5Ka8H9fTIM5ebg9FmFCIRot1NWluiBnir0zOkMPoBu5dQ1NenjH1NRULKZLd_BIzcPRzUpBTId3PEptkpTAGxjjjy__/s320/me%2526eva.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I won't flatter myself by comparing my work to that of the late Eva Hesse's, but I do admire her greatly. There are similar materials and themes in our work, and I'd like to think that I could pick up where she left off while continuing on my own trajectory as well.<br />
Anyway, yesterday I had some down time so I recreated this picture for shits and grins.<br />
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UPDATE<br />
I came across this letter written from Sol Lewitt to Eva, probably in the late Sixties. It's beautiful and will always be timely. <br />
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<i>Dear Eva,<br />
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It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!<br />
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From your description, and from what I know of your previous work and you [sic] ability; the work you are doing sounds very good “Drawing-clean-clear but crazy like machines, larger and bolder… real nonsense.” That sounds fine, wonderful – real nonsense. Do more. More nonsensical, more crazy, more machines, more breasts, penises, cunts, whatever – make them abound with nonsense. Try and tickle something inside you, your “weird humor.” You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world. If you fear, make it work for you – draw & paint your fear and anxiety. And stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistant [sic] approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end” You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO!<br />
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I have much confidence in you and even though you are tormenting yourself, the work you do is very good. Try to do some BAD work – the worst you can think of and see what happens but mainly relax and let everything go to hell – you are not responsible for the world – you are only responsible for your work – so DO IT. And don’t think that your work has to conform to any preconceived form, idea or flavor. It can be anything you want it to be. But if life would be easier for you if you stopped working – then stop. Don’t punish yourself. However, I think that it is so deeply engrained in you that it would be easier to DO!<br />
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It seems I do understand your attitude somewhat, anyway, because I go through a similar process every so often. I have an “Agonizing Reappraisal” of my work and change everything as much as possible = and hate everything I’ve done, and try to do something entirely different and better. Maybe that kind of process is necessary to me, pushing me on and on. The feeling that I can do better than that shit I just did. Maybe you need your agony to accomplish what you do. And maybe it goads you on to do better. But it is very painful I know. It would be better if you had the confidence just to do the stuff and not even think about it. Can’t you leave the “world” and “ART” alone and also quit fondling your ego. I know that you (or anyone) can only work so much and the rest of the time you are left with your thoughts. But when you work or before your work you have to empty you [sic] mind and concentrate on what you are doing. After you do something it is done and that’s that. After a while you can see some are better than others but also you can see what direction you are going. I’m sure you know all that. You also must know that you don’t have to justify your work – not even to yourself. Well, you know I admire your work greatly and can’t understand why you are so bothered by it. But you can see the next ones and I can’t. You also must believe in your ability. I think you do. So try the most outrageous things you can – shock yourself. You have at your power the ability to do anything.<br />
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I would like to see your work and will have to be content to wait until Aug or Sept. I have seen photos of some of Tom’s new things at Lucy’s. They are impressive – especially the ones with the more rigorous form: the simpler ones. I guess he’ll send some more later on. Let me know how the shows are going and that kind of stuff.<br />
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My work had changed since you left and it is much better. I will be having a show May 4 -9 at the Daniels Gallery 17 E 64yh St (where Emmerich was), I wish you could be there. Much love to you both.<br />
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Sol</i>carriembeckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11294735518703769022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069588596452558512.post-1085485612714641362011-02-28T11:35:00.000-08:002011-02-28T17:38:42.550-08:00I Quit My Day Job To Make WorkYeah I did, but it was a cheapo part-time thing, and thisahere show might be more important than that, so...you know...<br />
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I've been working on weekends for the past three weeks to come up with things. "Things" are going well, but I am continually reminding myself not to get too confident, as I still believe some aspects of my work need tweaking.<br />
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Here are some previews of parts to the whole:<br />
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My goal is to not only make nice, fabric-y pieces, but to do so in such a way that they could be stand alone sculptures or spread out for an installation effect. Yeah, my work goes both ways.<br />
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I found out that the whole thing will be funded though the center, including travel and installation costs. This is a huge step up for me. I feel like it is a precursor to the big time and even if it isn't, I think some amazing opportunities can arise from this experience. <br />
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My art is getting better every week. I anticipate having strong body of work by the Aug. 22 deadline.<br />
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PS The info on the show is Sept. 2, 2011 - Jan. 7, 2012 at the McColl Center for Visual Art, 721 N. Tryon Street, Charlotte, NC. <br />
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