Sometimes I’m fairly convinced that the universe is trying to communicate with me via public radio. (Which, if this is the case, good work, Universe! I’m ALWAYS listening to public radio, and trust the the likes of Carl Castle, Terry Gross and Lynn Rossetto Casper with almost frightening implicity.*)
This past week, cosmic intervention took the form of the TED radio hour (as it sometimes does). I was flipping through the stations (let’s be honest, looking for some Journey to belt on the way home) when I heard the phrase ‘LOLcats.’ I, of course, immediately abandoned my search for the smell of wine and cheap perfume and tuned in to listen. Though I didn’t happen to catch all of the talk (The entirety of which, you can see here) the part I did manage to catch and which I’ve been mulling over like a tasty worther’s original, is this:
The stupidest creative act is still a creative act. The real gap isn’t’ between the mediocre and great work, the real gap is between getting started and doing nothing. If you’ve created something, even if it’s stupid, you’ve put yourself in a position to do more.
OH YEAH. Does anyone else periodically lose sight of the fact that we all started making art because at some point it just feels good? Or, to go a step further, does anyone else periodically discredit the creative acts they do based on an arbitrary scale of ‘worthy (i.e. labored over)’ and ‘stupid (i.e. fun’)? For now, let’s stop doing this and just take a moment to celebrate that for no logical or tangible reasons, we are creatures that make things, and sometimes these things are fun.
As a first step, here are some completely frivolous posters and cards that were made entirely for fun:
I had a lot of fun making these, and there’s certainly some creative remixing happening here, but is this still…art? Is it a ‘lesser’ form of art than my large scale projects or even my drawings? “There is no such thing as bad art, there’s just ART, and things that are not”…but how can you tell which is which? Without the context of the gallery or museum to validate what you’re doing, how do you justify your work to the rest of the world? Or even to yourself? What am I doing awake past 10:30 and why am I trying to form words and/or thoughts? More questions and more ambiguous, ambivalent ponderings to come as this stuff continues to rattle about in my head.
OH: And in case you were in need of more motivation to make things, check out my friend Sharon’s latest blog post, where you’ll find answers to all your lame excuses AND a picture of the cutest dog in all of Ohio.
*Seriously. I once tried waiting until 9:30 to have my first cup of coffee, based on a report I heard on Morning Edition, with tragic results.
There are a lot of reasons to hate Valentine’s Day, but then there are a lot of reasons to hate a lot of things.
For me, Valentine’s represents an opportunity for ridiculous Non-Serious Crafting. In the midst of the past month’s website building, pseudohistorical performances and proposal writing, this girl was in serious need of some Non-Serious Crafting.
Smooshygooshy forced romantic overtures aside, it’s also nice to have a reason to tell people they rock. Especially in the form of mixed media collage. Especially in the form of mixed media collage featuring lady artists who (almost) as badass as your friends.
And most especially with puns.
Happy Valentine’s (or should I say Galentine‘s?) Day! Here’s hoping you spent it staying warm and telling people they’re awesome.
Hey, did I mention YOU’re awesome?
Those of you who know me beyond this blog already know this, but I still feel the need to come clean with the rest of the internet:
I, Cat Lynch, am a bonafide, sci-fi watching, Bladerunner loving, science junkieing, con-going, (occasional rpg-playing), comic loving nerd. I don’t claim to be the nerdiest of the nerds (a title harder to earn than even the most epic of mounts), but I do love, love a good comic.
That said, today’s top or bottom is in honor of my current comic obsession ‘Y the Last Man.‘ ‘Y’ begins with a mysterious plague that kills off every male mammal on the planet, with the exception of one, socially awkward twenty-something. Society crumbles, species die off, packs of crazed ‘Amazons’ roam the streets- it’s both hilarious and terrifying and SOLELY responsible for me writing this blog post post-10pm. (did you know you can get ALL TEN TRADES from the Columbus Library? I love this city.) And the illustrations, by Pia Guerra (*cue feminist fist pumping!*), are wonderful.
SO, this Tuesday’s Top or Bottom is a battle of the sexes*featuring that dynamic duo of DaDa;
The next installment in the great Correspondence Collaboration Extravonanza:
Decided to sit down yesterday and finally finish the drawing that took me two weeks to think of, only to find that I hated it. It was in the same vein as my Pulp photos (and the guest post I mentioned in the not too distant past), and while I was excited when I started, I spent most of the morning getting madder and madder. At everything: the drawing, the color, the concept- God knows I love ‘clever’ art, but this just felt too forced.
Hm, pencil looking overworked. And also stupid. Light washes? AH! NO! Take it back, maybe some blackblack around the eyes and- NO! quick, make it messy? Like on purpose?? WHY??? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!
Hey, this soup’s okay, but a little bland. Maybe I should add a little salt. Maybe a little more? Just a leedle more? Damn, too much. I’ll just add more liquid. Oh, now it’s bland again. I’ll just add the teenyweenytinymeenyminymoeiest pinch of salt….G’dammittosalty.
Here’s the thing about art, though- I’m not getting paid, in fame or legal tender, and if I make a less than perfect/clever/significant object, I still get to keep all my fingers. I personally don’t believe in art without hard work, but if all element of fun is gone from the making, how fun can the looking be?
So that’s what this is: The better part of a day spent listening to a book on tape, and sewing (because I felt like some muthafuckin needle-craft) an image from an old biology book I’ve held onto for years (waiting for the ‘right’ time to use it) onto a plain piece of paper. Master piece? No. But it felt good.
*Maybe you’ve had a similar experience? Tell us about it in the comments. We can comiserate then later french braid each other’s hair and sing into our hairbrushes.
So here’s the deal:
The show will officially start at 7, in the Muncie Goodwill (address above), in the shelves with all the knick-knack-ery. Highly recommended to get there a bit before, though as I’m following a sagely sculptor/teacher/mentor/friend’s advice- “Ask for forgiveness instead of permission”and am not sure how long it’ll be before I’m asked to stop. While there probably won’t be refreshments (I feel food is a big part of openings, but I’m not sure if it’s allowed in the store.), the three pieces on display will be for sale* as well as free photos/postcards from the project to the first interested viewers.
For those of you new to the Project, you can read the whole story here.
And for those of you closer to Columbus, at the same time on the same day (June 17th @7pm) my work(above) will be up at It Looks Like It’s Open, in a show called “All the Pretty Trees” You can find out more about the show, and everyone else who’s in it Here.
*100% of the profits will go to Goodwill.Even if they don’t know it…
Before meeting up at the Herot last week, Beth said “Old Lady feets (our codename for the drawing in question) is looking Realgood.”
And she was! And then I hacked her to bits.
For having started out with a completely impulsive action (cutting out the eye for the previous drawing), the piece ended up being pretty connected to other projects going on/the current Body Criticism chapter/my brain in general. You’ll have to live in suspense, though as I spent the day working the Wonder Room at the CMA’s Family Day f0r Columbus City Schools and open the Paneradise tomorrow.
Enjoy this instead. Way more entertaining than mah yammerin.