The Unfinished Artist

The Unfinished Artist "Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. To perform this difficult office it is sometimes necessary for him to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being." -Carl Jung

donfrutoteodorico:

Best art advice I’ve heard lately is to realize that no artist can really say that what they actually create is as good as they wanted it to be. To realize this early on can help you forego frustration and just worry about taking your best shot.
"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser"- John Gardner

Reblogged from donfrutoteodorico

donfrutoteodorico:

Best art advice I’ve heard lately is to realize that no artist can really say that what they actually create is as good as they wanted it to be. To realize this early on can help you forego frustration and just worry about taking your best shot.

"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser"- John Gardner

Apparitions of Nonexistence    8”x10”    Acryic on Canvas Board   2013
So I’m working on having a website for my art, graphic novels and films. But I find myself stuck at thinking up a domain name. The top two advice I find anywhere is that one needs to make it short and that one should use their name (for artists).
But my name is quite long and probably not memory friendly outside of my country…except for Spain- friends of mine once told me that they had a Spanish friend who stumbled onto my online profile and asked them worriedly if I knew that my name meant “Mr. Fruit”.
So…I’m stuck thinking up a domain name.

Apparitions of Nonexistence    8”x10”    Acryic on Canvas Board   2013

So I’m working on having a website for my art, graphic novels and films. But I find myself stuck at thinking up a domain name. The top two advice I find anywhere is that one needs to make it short and that one should use their name (for artists).

But my name is quite long and probably not memory friendly outside of my country…except for Spain- friends of mine once told me that they had a Spanish friend who stumbled onto my online profile and asked them worriedly if I knew that my name meant “Mr. Fruit”.

So…I’m stuck thinking up a domain name.

Resurgence   8”x10”     Acrylic on Canvas Board       2012
"Appreciation makes other people’s victories your own", this is a good mindset to have in looking at other peoples great artworks.

Resurgence   8”x10”     Acrylic on Canvas Board       2012

"Appreciation makes other people’s victories your own", this is a good mindset to have in looking at other peoples great artworks.

Anatomy of a Dying Star     36” x 48”  Acrylic   2014

The world’s definition of success can pollute the things we love to do. There really is no contest. There is no “best” art or artist. Perfection is not possible and it is also not the point. The brush can conjure endless conversations and possibilities in the lifetime of the mind that compels it but they would still appear finite in the grand scheme of eternity. We just need to enjoy the glimpses that we are allowed to witness before their passing.

Anatomy of a Dying Star     36” x 48”  Acrylic   2014

The world’s definition of success can pollute the things we love to do. There really is no contest. There is no “best” art or artist. Perfection is not possible and it is also not the point. The brush can conjure endless conversations and possibilities in the lifetime of the mind that compels it but they would still appear finite in the grand scheme of eternity. We just need to enjoy the glimpses that we are allowed to witness before their passing.

Finding a Voice (Fiction Writing Lesson)

So today’s exercise had challenged us to write something 4-5 sentences long with the first line to be “Emma said that…”

My take:

Emma said that it wasn’t hers. But her fingerprints were all over the rusty old crowbar found beneath her dusty garage with the blood of Elsa Green sitting on it. The same Elsa Green everyone saw she argued with in Fat Moe’s Diner the night before. It was no secret that there was no love lost between the two women who for all the three summers they’ve known each other never agreed on a single thing except on the man they wanted to have.

It wasn’t hers was all that Emma could say, but she knew, that in the whole town there was only one person who knew she was telling the truth- the real killer.

Autumn Trees  18” x 24”  Acrylic 2009
This was probably the first landscape painting I ever finished in Acrylic. It’s odd that it’s one of the few that survived the years of bad weather and weird moods.

Autumn Trees  18” x 24”  Acrylic 2009

This was probably the first landscape painting I ever finished in Acrylic. It’s odd that it’s one of the few that survived the years of bad weather and weird moods.

Been taking a free course in Fiction writing over at FUTURELEARN
It’s been week two and we have been asked to write in a paragraph describing a character, and an ideal and unideal place/situation to write. Here’s what I wrote, nothing fancy:
Character sketch:
Daniel was a tall lanky guy who walked like he was always listening to music. Almost always he would be wearing a bonnet and a pair of chucks which gave him that artistic introvert look although he was actually the easiest guy to get along with in the house. He had a soft and kind face which matched his actual personality. His dark tan skin also gave a hint that he wasn’t one to run away from activities under the tropic sun. He also had an eye out for the ladies and always found something beautiful to fall in love with with every woman he ever met- the only girl crazy guy I’ve ever met who didn’t seem sleazy at all but was more like a desperate romantic. Whenever there was a funny story that happened in the house, Daniel was always in it.

Ideal Writing Space
3am always held some magic for Audrey. Most of the city was asleep yet somehow it felt more alive in it’s subdued state. She would look over the many windows near and far that dotted the cityscape, the soft lights that burned from apartment rooms made her realize that there were so many lives unaware of one another yet still interconnected. Every flickering light was a story, every person who lay there in their rooms had a universe of their own, and this filled her with awe and inspiration. She put her pen to paper and the flow of words was all the music she wanted to hear.

Unideal Writing Space
I hate the feeling that I’m forgetting something, that usually means it’s going to be a long day. I constantly check my pockets for my keys, my phone and my wallet every 5 minutes, never trusting my caffeine deprived brain the fact that I had them a few moments ago. Everyday it’s the same thing in this city yet somehow I’m always surprised that I’m stuck in traffic. Between the realization that I may not make it on time for my presentation and the cab driver’s mumbling to add a bit more to the fare, I found myself a little grateful that at least the lack of motion to the car allowed me to type a little better on the laptop. Still, I have a nagging suspicion that I forgot something- I shake it off and try to gather my thoughts amidst the blaring car horns. As my mind races to the honest excuse I have for this predicament I am distracted from a familiar beep from my laptop- a low battery. $@#%! I forgot my charger!

Been taking a free course in Fiction writing over at FUTURELEARN

It’s been week two and we have been asked to write in a paragraph describing a character, and an ideal and unideal place/situation to write. Here’s what I wrote, nothing fancy:

Character sketch:

Daniel was a tall lanky guy who walked like he was always listening to music. Almost always he would be wearing a bonnet and a pair of chucks which gave him that artistic introvert look although he was actually the easiest guy to get along with in the house. He had a soft and kind face which matched his actual personality. His dark tan skin also gave a hint that he wasn’t one to run away from activities under the tropic sun. He also had an eye out for the ladies and always found something beautiful to fall in love with with every woman he ever met- the only girl crazy guy I’ve ever met who didn’t seem sleazy at all but was more like a desperate romantic. Whenever there was a funny story that happened in the house, Daniel was always in it.

Ideal Writing Space

3am always held some magic for Audrey. Most of the city was asleep yet somehow it felt more alive in it’s subdued state. She would look over the many windows near and far that dotted the cityscape, the soft lights that burned from apartment rooms made her realize that there were so many lives unaware of one another yet still interconnected. Every flickering light was a story, every person who lay there in their rooms had a universe of their own, and this filled her with awe and inspiration. She put her pen to paper and the flow of words was all the music she wanted to hear.

Unideal Writing Space

I hate the feeling that I’m forgetting something, that usually means it’s going to be a long day. I constantly check my pockets for my keys, my phone and my wallet every 5 minutes, never trusting my caffeine deprived brain the fact that I had them a few moments ago. Everyday it’s the same thing in this city yet somehow I’m always surprised that I’m stuck in traffic. Between the realization that I may not make it on time for my presentation and the cab driver’s mumbling to add a bit more to the fare, I found myself a little grateful that at least the lack of motion to the car allowed me to type a little better on the laptop. Still, I have a nagging suspicion that I forgot something- I shake it off and try to gather my thoughts amidst the blaring car horns. As my mind races to the honest excuse I have for this predicament I am distracted from a familiar beep from my laptop- a low battery. $@#%! I forgot my charger!

Art/Life Advice for the Day :)

Art/Life Advice for the Day :)

Constancy of Tension    10” x 14” Acrylic  2014
Exercising has always been good for me and I get so many ideas after a good sweat. It also helps shoo away the dark & heavy mental clouds that could easily debilitate us from doing any progress on anything we may be working on (Look it up for the scientific explanation if you don’t believe me).
Still, I struggle to make it a regular habit. :/ 

Constancy of Tension    10” x 14” Acrylic  2014

Exercising has always been good for me and I get so many ideas after a good sweat. It also helps shoo away the dark & heavy mental clouds that could easily debilitate us from doing any progress on anything we may be working on (Look it up for the scientific explanation if you don’t believe me).

Still, I struggle to make it a regular habit. :/ 

Unexplored       8” x 10”      Acrylic      2014
Maybe an indicator of a good (or great) painting is that no one would bother to read the description. 

Unexplored       8” x 10”      Acrylic      2014

Maybe an indicator of a good (or great) painting is that no one would bother to read the description. 

Why by Nicole Nordeman

Happy and blessed Easter everyone

Evidence of Existence     20” x 30”    Acrylic      2014
I’m not particularly fond of signing my paintings in the front. I just feel like it doesn’t  help the piece and that it actually vandalizes it.  I’ve tried to read up on it and it seems that most advise to continue signing artworks this way. I wonder if there is an acceptable alternative. 

Evidence of Existence     20” x 30”    Acrylic      2014

I’m not particularly fond of signing my paintings in the front. I just feel like it doesn’t  help the piece and that it actually vandalizes it.  I’ve tried to read up on it and it seems that most advise to continue signing artworks this way. I wonder if there is an acceptable alternative. 

Passing Through   10”x14”    Acrylic    2014 
There has been more than one piece of literature in the history of mankind stating that spending time in the wilderness is therapeutic to a man’s soul. When that is not an option, the next best thing I guess is walking around at 3am in the city when most of it is asleep.
I guess that’s one explanation I have for not being able to shake that insomniac habit for good.

Passing Through   10”x14”    Acrylic    2014 

There has been more than one piece of literature in the history of mankind stating that spending time in the wilderness is therapeutic to a man’s soul. When that is not an option, the next best thing I guess is walking around at 3am in the city when most of it is asleep.

I guess that’s one explanation I have for not being able to shake that insomniac habit for good.

Navigating Realities    8”x10”    Acrylic     2014  
You battle the intense heat of your room, the clutter that tempts you to procrastinate, all the mundane chores that need doing, and all people that make life “interesting” with their presence or absence, all the while with the world’s smallest violin playing in your head for all the dreams that you had to bury with no one the wiser.
…then you finish a painting. It may be small one, but all of a sudden it seems that it was a good day after all. 

Navigating Realities    8”x10”    Acrylic     2014  

You battle the intense heat of your room, the clutter that tempts you to procrastinate, all the mundane chores that need doing, and all people that make life “interesting” with their presence or absence, all the while with the world’s smallest violin playing in your head for all the dreams that you had to bury with no one the wiser.

…then you finish a painting. It may be small one, but all of a sudden it seems that it was a good day after all. 

Moment in Creation       Watercolor      11”x14”      2012
I have no idea why I painted this. 

Moment in Creation       Watercolor      11”x14”      2012

I have no idea why I painted this. 

People I Follow

  • pinoy-culture
  • acceptallart
  • updeclshorthand
  • alexandra-karamazov
  • indiohistorian
  • culturalcenterphils
  • snarkies
  • amoosebouche
  • artofiyandejesus
  • davidcampiti
  • bugapyon
  • jodibess
  • conceptualleaf
  • vjjoson
  • szymon