Deanne

Softly

by Deanne · Jul 12, 2018

So on my art site, I just soft-launched my shop. By soft launch, I mean —— ssssh —— I’ve only told a handful of folks. I haven’t done any MARketing. Marketing. Mark making. Not a ting.

Why might this be?
Shame. Fear. Laziness. Introversion. Lack of Courage. Guilt.
Take any of those words and mix them together with old thoughts, and boom. SILENCE.

I was chatting with several artists recently about this phenomena. Why is selling “products” a dirty word in the art world? By art world, I loosely mean the academic art world. It goes without saying that those artists who have an Etsy shop presumably have no hesitation, internal conflict, or whatnot about putting their stuff out there with a price tag on it.

One gal commented that it is the censoring voice of one’s former prof —- who probably isn’t even making art anymore! [Meow] And, even if they are, they are tenured professors — so no need to get messy with the concept of money.

Or it might be that the BIG art market wants things to remain in the old system, so that pricing can be controlled and manipulated – like the stock market.

Who knows.

What I know for sure, as Oprah often says (blush) —— my shop is live. Check her out.
Right now there are two projects:
1) Contour line drawings (as fine art prints) from a project on Instagram where I draw my phone and hand first thing in the morning before turning the phone on.
2) Drawing/collage of hearts and the neural network.

A Fairy Tale About Five Seconds

by Deanne · Nov 21, 2017

Fairy Tale is one of the synonyms which came up when g0ogling for a synonym for Narrative which is just too darn heavy a word. Besides, I like fairy tales.

How much time does a fairy tale have to unfold in a 5 second universe?

A split screen, split attention, split second space where engagement is not within the refined confines of the white cube of the gallery, but within the little box that gives you text neck and changes your vision, both day and night, now enhanced with a filter for the night so you sleep better (ha).

How does narrative structure work in this 5 second universe?

You’ve probably seen those blog posts that begin with notifying you “5 minutes 37 second read” / “8 min read” / “Warning! 22 minutes read – your head might explode” – ok I made that last one up, but I do wonder. Is that how busy we’ve all become, we must know in advance how many minutes it will take to read, and who is creating that algorithm of pace?

Then again, with books, or even pictures in a gallery, you can tell at a glance how long it might take to engage. Proust is going to be measured in many hours. I just finished reading “Wolf Hall” by Hilary Mantel, a whopping 672 pages, and I confess I did not propose it to my book club for fear that it would take too long for the group to read. It required engagement. A commitment to reading.

Now one must structure apps so that they respond within micro seconds or else your user is gone.

∞

Once upon a time there was a monk in an abbey somewhere, back in say, 1303, and he was turning 38, which was no doubt quite old back then. His eyesight was failing, well after all it would be given his job. Using a quill pen and precious ink, he was working on the letter R. After five days, (this was a commission), he started to see double.

∞

To be continued in 5 seconds in a parallel universe.

Digital decluttering and freedom

by Deanne · Feb 5, 2016

So, this blog is virtually invisible. It’s possible that way back in 2007 –

2007 kids

– I even set up an .htaccess file and/or robots.txt file so that the g-d g0-ggle doesn’t index this blog. I’m too lazy to verify.

But what I suddenly realized contemplating whether it’s worth it to keep this blog up for testing (themes etc) in the day and age where “staging sites” render that notion more or less obsolete, and that I’m hanging onto this site, wasting precious breaths reading it (while enjoying or shuddering at my younger self), that it’s anonymity/invisibility/etc is the perfect venue for me to just write without any concerns of judgement.

What stops me from blogging elsewhere (which I do, and have done) is basically something else I need to declutter — perfectionism. I like to craft each post with carefully created images, with logical thoughts, with “value”, with something that doesn’t just take up space and, all that. Whereas here, it can be whatever the frig it wants to be.

Frig, or Frigg. The goddess of Asgard, which I know not because I vaguely remember a first year university mythology class, but because we binge watched the excellent The Almighty Johnsons. For me it’s almost Trailer Park Boys meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer, minus too much gore. There’s a bit of fire, as Loki is one of the characters. A comedy about a group of brothers, who are part human, part Norse gods, and their quest to find Frigg, Odin’s wife, who once found, will mean they get their powers back in full. It’s funny, wistful and ends before it turns into Friends.

Just typing that I feel a weight off my shoulders. Who cares if I keep or delete this blog? Should I import some of the archives somewhere else? It doesn’t matter. The forest will keep changing and keep remaining the same.