Five years of daily blogging. Five years of writing essays on life, death, love, inspiration, and the artistic process. The best of those essays, now in this compilation.
The essays in this compilation are not the most popular, they are the ones that I consider to be my best. Some of them, yes, managed to attract thousands of likes and hundreds of comments, others not so much. Yet each and everyone of them are special to me. They represent the way I viewed life, art, love during five years of daily blogging, reading, and living life.
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Italian painter Antonio Mancini was synonymous with the precocious child, with the troubled artist, with the misunderstood genius. His works, a mixture of realism and impressionism, have an almost hallucinatory feeling to them, a mirage like quality. Continue reading
The Book: A Cover-to-Cover Exploration of the Most Powerful Object of Our Time from author Keith Houston explores the history of the book, from the Bible up through illuminated manuscripts, early book-binding, the printing press and beyond.
From parchment and papyrus to paper, from calligraphy to typesetting, enjoy some of the most striking images from Houston’s work, showing how the physical presentation of a large grouping of words has evolved over time. Continue reading
“All art is quite useless.” – Oscar Wilde.
In a way, I agree with this statement, and I believe it to be an important element of creating and/or consuming art. We’re talking about a multi-billion dollar industry, yet art doesn’t nourish our bodies, doesn’t heal us when we’re sick (physically.) It does nothing to better the quality of our lives in any tangible way. Continue reading
Time. The world’s most valuable commodity. Not only that, but you can trade it for anything else.
The muse also needs it. The more time you spend doing the work, the better you become. It is a rule of nature.
But sometimes people get caught in this romantic thinking. Art is about inspiration, about some sort of poetry, not just work etic. They discard the craft part of art…
But truth is, the muse demands you sit at your desk and do the work. That you set aside a certain number of hours each day and get stuff that.
It’s the one rule you cannot bend or break.
Don’t water this down.
Don’t be seduced into thinking that art is inherently different than any other kind of work.