tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post5363711694388243107..comments2024-03-22T05:18:29.555-04:00Comments on Romance Bandits: Art and the Hard FreezeLoucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02217492654108300014noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-89806810660231001572007-04-12T14:45:00.000-04:002007-04-12T14:45:00.000-04:00It tickles me that people feel compelled to classi...It tickles me that people feel compelled to classify works as "art" or "not art". I agree that if a work moves you (even to anger or disgust), it has done its job. It takes talent to move people. I recall, when I was a less experienced writer, authors telling me it was a good thing to cause a vitriolic response in a contest judge. Better to get a strong reaction, they said, than none at all. I thought it was making lemonades from lemons at the time, but have come to understand they were dead-on. Although it's nice when the response is uproarious laughter rather than towering rage.Caren Cranehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12352366686017375279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-72007040134845183882007-04-12T01:44:00.000-04:002007-04-12T01:44:00.000-04:00Cassondra, what a beautiful extended metaphor your...Cassondra, what a beautiful extended metaphor your post was! jojo robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16824237193217632098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-84713419841413133532007-04-11T23:21:00.000-04:002007-04-11T23:21:00.000-04:00Cassondra, if art is touching someone (and bringin...Cassondra, if art is touching someone (and bringing a tear to their eye) then your post was definitely art. Thanks for articulating how I've been feeling lately. Fragile, worried about a hard freeze, needing a little extra love and tenderness, and still determined to grow...<BR/><BR/>hugs, <BR/>InaraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-64424211469674281292007-04-11T22:40:00.000-04:002007-04-11T22:40:00.000-04:00Great post, Cassondra. It is hard to keep hold of ...Great post, Cassondra. It is hard to keep hold of one's creativity and desire to create in the face of rejections and the realities of the business. But I guess it's inevitable when bottom-line business meets art.Trish Milburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08812010789617982102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-12230322316871606532007-04-11T21:24:00.000-04:002007-04-11T21:24:00.000-04:00Although I'm inspired by it, I sometimes think I s...<I>Although I'm inspired by it, I sometimes think I should go home and do my dishes and aspire to something a little less profound--like maybe sacking groceries at Kroger.</I><BR/><BR/>Oh NO YOU DON'T! Mindless work will kill your creativity as sure as that hard freeze! I know it did MINE! So none of that kind of talk from you, my lil niece!<BR/><BR/>And I loved your story about painting with watercolors. According to my DH (he of the degree in Fine Arts), watercolor is the most difficult paint medium. He likes to tell the story of when he was an undergrad and taking his first class in watercolor. He slaved over each attempt and at the end of the week, when he turned in his portfolio of 5 whole paintings, his teacher said, "Very good, but you are never going to get better by doing five in five days. Go home and this weekend do 25 and bring them in to me on Monday." He said once the panic wore off, he did the 25 and he learned more in that weekend than he did the entire rest of the semester!<BR/><BR/>Reminds your old Aunty of one of her early creative writing teachers who said the first day of class, in perfect seriousness, "The first million words are the hardest." At the time, I choked. Then I rationalized that she MUST be joking. Now, all these years later, I see that she was right.<BR/><BR/>Aunty C<BR/>who was once almost kicked out of the MOMA in NYC because she was so mesmerized by Van Gogh's "Starry Night"Loucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02217492654108300014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-60895259675750344872007-04-11T20:27:00.000-04:002007-04-11T20:27:00.000-04:00I have looked and looked all over the web to find ...I have looked and looked all over the web to find that painting. I'd love to post it here on the blog. But it must be one of his lesser known works. I do know that Monet supposedly painted it after a long period of grieving the death of his wife. He hadn't been painting at all, but the storm and the swollen flooded river out his window in Paris brought his creative soul back to life. There was movement in every brush stroke. I felt the power of the wind, the rain, and the rushing water. I still feel the rush of emotion just thinking about it. There is something magical about a work that can touch a soul so deeply. Although I'm inspired by it, I sometimes think I should go home and do my dishes and aspire to something a little less profound--like maybe sacking groceries at Kroger.Cassondrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07420982030156788059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-11390706449675607762007-04-11T19:11:00.000-04:002007-04-11T19:11:00.000-04:00Cassondra, that was an absolutely beautiful post a...Cassondra, that was an absolutely beautiful post and left me wanting to storm the barricades of artistic prejudice then go out and glory in how perfect one rosebud can be. I really related to your story about the Monets. What is it that makes great art special? It's something. I went to a visiting art show at the Art Gallery of NSW in Sydney years and years ago. It was paintings owned by the people who set up the Readers Digest magazine, I think. Not a large exhibition and obviously paintings that these people have lived with and loved. Strange, you can tell that about a collection. Anyway, there was this small Renoir of strawberries in a blue and white bowl. Pretty unspectacular subject. Rather un-Renoiry in many ways, like a Renoir Cezanne, if that makes sense. But even after a dozen years, I can still close my eyes and see that painting. The red was like the reddest red you ever saw and in contrast to the Chinese bowl it was just perfect. I coveted that painting more than I've coveted nearly anything else I've ever seen. Why? I have no idea! And I don't even like strawberries! That's the magic, I guess.Anna Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06695579361323275316noreply@blogger.com