bemusing musings of a bewildered brush-wielder

etude d’ poulet



So many artists I talk to, especially in urban areas, will incessantly bemoan the fact that nobody takes them seriously. I couldn’t concur more. I mean, come on, why doesn’t society realize how vital we are, to the very fabric of social identity? Why, if it weren’t for our insights, all advancements would just, like, not advance. Take us seriously, or else, ummm, we will strangely have to label our works in French or some other language. If not for us artists, yes sir, it would just be all fun and games- wait, strike that, reverse it. You can’t just laugh us off, like we’re these loony people that go around, doing, ummm, weird stuff, and uh, having an inability to focus on, uh, the thing that, the thing that we do, as if we never finish a… Geez, note to self: place garbage can beneath the chicken, before beginning drawing.




4 responses

  1. The chicken’s soul–all its internal conflicts–are visible in the painting.

    June 21, 2012 at 8:00 am

  2. Anonymous

    You have truly captured Georgia. Actually you have given her elan, pizazz, designo, character. Bet you don’t eat chicken for a while…K

    June 21, 2012 at 9:23 am

  3. Excellent drawing! I can’t believe I never thought of this… my daughter Angelica will love both your drawing and the idea of making a perch on an easel.

    July 2, 2012 at 8:01 pm

    • Thanks Ben! It seems like you are really enjoying Italy, I’m jealous as I follow your adventures. You, Ana, and the girls are always welcome at our house and studio, here in New York!

      July 3, 2012 at 5:20 am

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