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A TURN OF PHRASE
A few years ago my friend and fellow artist the Baroness Ampersand posted a Blog entitled; “THE ARTIST’S LIFE– A BOSS VALENTINE’S DAY” The Blog was about restoration work that the Baroness was performing on a banister inside the old Buford Hotel in Bartlesville, Oklahoma.
The Baroness filled her Blog with worded images of the old hotel and it’s past glory but one paragraph stood out among all the others and caused every single creative juice within me to explode into a fountain of glorious inspiration. It was a moment that the artist lives for it is, in the end, what truly drives us: The inspiration to create that which has never been created, that which has never been thought of before, that which comes up from the deepest and darkest depths of our soul. We bring it into the light and breath life into our creation, our inspiration.
I emailed the Baroness and told her that her words had inspired me. She asked if it was the sentence; “I hear gun belts hitting the floors in some of the rooms, the snap of a shoe shine boy’s chamois below me, and sobbing from the walled up staircase.” I told her that, no it wasn’t, though in and of itself inspiration can be gleaned from a sentence such as that. I told the Baroness that she would just have to wait and find out what had inspired me at the same time everyone else did.
Now is the time to reveal the paragraph that created what I like to refer to as “A mental erection that ejaculates creative juices all over the place”, the paragraph that flipped my switch and turned on my brain on was;
“A series of narrow doors, painted green, still line the side of the building, and if you don’t look too closely you can see the whores leaning on the door frames, smoking Lucky Strikes, backlit by the dim light of the interiors, calling out into what was an alleyway.”
I could explain what I wanted to accomplish with the surreal world that my brush has created but that is not my job. My job is to paint the scene your job is to discern it’s meaning. So without any further ado I present here, with all due thanks to the Baroness Ampersand, what I was able to create:
“WHORES IN THE ALLEY SMOKING THEIR LUCKY STRIKES”
“Art must evoke an emotion in order to be art. If it only creates indifference then it is not art, it is garbage!”