Unforgettable live art performance coming in two weeks...
The ideal artist is eclectic and works on several different art projects at once. I feel I'm more eclectic than most! Over the past few months I've oil painted in public, dressed a venue with Sabine Kussmaul and painted live in inks, completed an ink-blot workshop, played piano live, released my first album of songs and, now, created a totally new line of artwork that is abstract and stylish, with a new name Thought Atom.
These artworks are on beautiful Asian plywood, covered with bright white textured plaster, surrounded by black pine with aluminium and stainless steel studs, then topped with a sheet of polished perspex, painted with the best and brightest Golden acrylic paint to create some of the most physically complex and stylish artworks I have ever made. These artworks cost £500 and will debut at The Tabernacle, Notting Hill in July.
Desire And Happiness
I want to have a home of my own, but I don't have one. This feeling makes me sad. Why? Secondly, there is some fancy chocolate in the house and I often like to have a piece. Wanting this makes me happy, even though, like a home, I haven't obtained it.
A Buddhist might argue that desire itself causes sadness, yet in my desire for chocolate, with the knowledge that I can have it, made me happy. Anyone who has fed an expectant pet, or seen a child on Christmas Eve, keen to obtain an anticipated present the following day has seen that desires can create happiness. One could argue that this desire is avaricious (a word rich with the emotive language of religion and sin!), but no matter what, this feeling is clearly positive, even in the dog!
Desire, perception of want, is fundamental to happiness and sadness. The important thing is whether you believe you can get what you want. A hungry man on the street, penniless and staring in through the window at a restaurant might be sad. A hungry man in the same circumstances, but with money and staring through the window in anticipation of going in and eating might be happy. The circumstances are the same, except for the expectation.
To want something and expect to get it then can make us happy, and to want something and not expect it can make us sad. What if this expectation was unreasonable, such as expecting to win a lottery jackpot next week? This expectation can make us happy, until the draw occurs and our hopes are dashed. That event would plunge us into sadness because we would have misinterpreted reality. We would be forced to accept that our expectations were false, and that next time, we should not expect such things, even though that expectation made us happy for an entire week.
In those circumstances, the loss of facing reality should feel more painful than the pleasure of the expectation. If it were otherwise, we wouldn't have any motivation to learn or to face reality, we could happily remain delusional for our entire lives, but almost certainly to their detriment. The starving man wouldn't need to look for food, because he'd expect it no matter what, and without looking for food, he would eventually starve.
(This is an unrealistic scenario though, as in a life or death circumstance such as starvation, the man's body would tell him quite firmly that he'd better go out and look for food, thus forcing a "reality check" on his delusion. Perhaps the same is true of love, so it's not quite yet proven that heartbreak must feel worse than love feels good!)
So reality is important, and so perhaps the best expectations should be realistic ones. But, what if we could expect something good that could not possibly be disproved, what then? What if we were to expect something amazing to happen to us after our deaths, eternal fame as experienced by Vincent van Gogh, or eternal joy in heaven? As this expectation couldn't be disproved, it would have the capacity to make us happy for the entirety of our lives, making us feel better without the possibility of facing reality. Nobody could ever prove to us anything about a future beyond our lives. So, are delusions of this sort are universally beneficial? If so, why doesn't everyone have them? Many religious beliefs are centered around what might happen after death, so perhaps this is why. There is at least one downside to these delusions, that nonsensical beliefs that cannot ever be proven or disproven start to spread and affect society as a whole in a harmful way.
In the real world, however, there are more than definite possibilities and definite impossibilities, in fact most things that we might want are possible to some extent, merely varying in likelihood. The lottery win may have been possible theoretically, after all, but other things such as wealth, a sunny day tomorrow, popularity among friends; the possibility of these wants can be difficult to assess, yet the belief in them is vital to happiness. Because of this, confidence in our ability to obtain our wants is linked to happiness.
If you confidently believe that you will eat in that fancy restaurant, and can achieve that goal, then you will become happier. If you don't expect that you will eat there, you will become sadder. The only difference is your perception of the likelihood of achieving your desires, which can continue until the desire is definitively met, or definitively not met; an outcome which might have a time limit, or may not, depending on the nature of the desire.
So, if this is all true, then an instant way to become happier is to believe that you will get something, a reward, but, if this is unlikely, you must ensure that there is no time limit to your desire. Truly believing that you will one day own a huge mansion would make you happier, providing you don't mind waiting forever for it. Truly believing that you will achieve some great "Vincent van Gogh-ian" success after your death would make you happier. These beliefs can not be proven to be impossible, and so your desires for these positive outcomes will never be truly unrealised or quashed by mere reality.
There is a final amusing twist to this, because once you achieve a desire, the happiness that desire created vanishes. If you wanted money, and knew you could have it, that expectation would make you happier than actually obtaining the money. This is logical because life and experience is about moving toward something, gaining, not standing still, not owning.
Money, in this example, might increase happiness indirectly though, by making it easier to obtain other things. Money has that property. It makes it easier to gain other things, but remember, it's not gaining things that creates happiness, it's the belief that you can do so. So perhaps, being confident that you can make money if needed, and being confident that you can make friends if needed, and being confident that you can get any resources you need, if you really needed them, is best of all.
So much to report! How fast time shoots by.
First, I've decided to paint only spectacular works again. I often waiver between being as expressive and loose as possible, or technical finery. No path is correct, but I must prove, at least to myself, my complete belief that I can paint as well as any old master. So with a few future works, I will try.
Second, yesterday I performed live music with a band of others for the first time. It was great. I was mostly on keyboard. I must learn (or relearn) a few guitar chords. The event was an art collaboration with artist Sabine Kussmaul in Macclesfield. We designed an area, draped with paper and textiles, and in this installation played music and painted live with others, any artists and musicians that came and went, for six hours. It was a great experience that we aim to repeat.
Third! My next exhibition ESAUM is due to open on Friday. Why show art when art is a show? For this, the hallowed artists that take part will have their art blessed. The artists will be blessed, and those that come, in the Egyptian ceremony that I will enact.
I am feeling filled with joy and artistic energy. Whether this is warranted or not! I'm filled with a new true belief that my art is destined for greater things. So much art these days appears to be tired, lacking in thought, lacking in skill! Lacking in depth! In emotion and meaning, and I will continue to change this by weight of artistic quality. Only by making the best art can success flow, and I see my path as clearly as any lone hero. A great heroic art is coming to this tired world...
and, you can be a part of this great quest. My book Songs of Life is now available on Amazon.
See, here is the Songs of Life page:
Songs of Life is the poetry of William Blake, his "Songs of Innocence" and "Songs of Experience" from the 1790's. Most people must know some of the works there, from Tyger Tyger to The Sick Rose. Here I have re-illustrated the entire canon in full colour, and published the book with Pentangel Books.
Amazon ship the book worldwide, and this, this perfect gift of rarity and inspiration can be yours. I am a true believer in real books rather than e-books. I like e-books, but real paper and text has been scientifically proven to increase brain activity, memory of the text and have other certain cognitive benefits. This, my second book, will I'm sure be second of many. Why not aim to collect all of the first editions while you can?
My first book, 365 Universes, is available on www.pentangel.co.uk in both limited edition hardback (100 copies) or open edition softback.
Songs of Life is the perfect gift for the aspiring artist or poet.
Life feels like a trudge at the moment. I feel that my type of art is unpopular, time consuming, painstaking detailed surrealism is just totally out of fashion. I feel that people haven't really got the time to understand art, that people want something quick, snappy, pretty, instant gratification. I was reminded of Rothko, who painted landscapes (and surrealism) for decades before a short stint as an abstract artist; that stint he became famous for.
Looking at contemporary art these days there is some good creative stuff. There are well painted flowers/kittens/pretty girls/jars of sweets and things for people who would be equally as happy with a photograph, yet like the idea of something hand crafted. Those pictures are too stupid and twee for up-market galleries, so those galleries seem to show abstract art, which is often just as meaningless, and bought by decorators, designers, and people who like the look or colours for their home because it's seen as more intelligent than the twee flowers and pretty girls.
Somewhere in there, there is proper art, that is art that has a meaning and convey what the artist was feeling and thinking at the time. Odd that there's so little of this around, but yes, there is some.
I'm reminded while reading about Haydn and Beethoven that the French Revolution and The Enlightenment guided their art tremendously, the idea the art can unify humanity, and can guide and improve civilisation. National anthems appeared at this time, and public education included songs because music was seen as a unifying force for good. What an unfashionable idea that is?! That art can improve humanity.
To a modern businessman, art is a commodity that can sell as decoration, or for a curious "high end" of art, become an investment. The a modern government art can regenerate slum areas to a degree, but generally has little use. To an artist art is the world. To most people it's a mix of those things, but in the form of music or films, can be entertaining.
But these days, outside of museums and history books, art is never great, never guiding for humanity, not transformative or inspiring or uplifting, or joyous. History painting, those great scenes of battles, old heroes and events, hasn't been popular in a century. Nobody paints history paintings now, yet at one time it was considered the highest of all genres.
So, sword in hand, or brush, I'll make a history painting, well, of sorts, a totally uncommercial weird piece of wood and sand and gold and black blood that nobody would like at this time, that no designer would commission and no investor would gap at, a modern relic called Tony Blair's Soul. It's a start.
Come, artists. Make history art!
Coming next month, a show of 13 artists. A tomb of treasure. Runs for one month and everything bought at this event will have magical properties. If you are nearby, come.
I have some bad news, you are doomed to a life of mediocrity. We are all doomed to a life of mediocrity. Humans are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. In space, atoms are formed, suns are formed, ignite, burn and die. And the universe is vast, unimaginably vast, as unimaginably vast as time itself. A human life is a mere blink in the four billion years or so merely in the life of this planet, this huge planet with the several billion tiny humans on it. There are so many people that a billion could drop dead tomorrow and it would not make a significant difference to the universe, never mind just the one tiny speck that is an individual human. Humans are insignificant.
We are all insignificant, but that can be liberating because we special ones can see and know our true place when many people never do, and we can appreciate being alive because of that knowledge. The reason to live is that it's infinitely better than not living. Humans are special because we know we are alive, does a star know it burns? How blessed we are with this knowledge, when we truly appreciate it!
The best we can do is to help the poor pitiable souls who think they are important somehow and struggle in the daily rat-race of life, of which we are no longer a part. I believe this is the essence of what Buddha thought of as "enlightenment", coming completely to terms with our insignificance without seeking comfort in other people or work or drugs, food etc. Simply accepting.