Sunday, March 15, 2015

Matthew Reece

25 Statist Propaganda Phrases (And How To Rebut Them)



This is worth saving.


Here is my favorite from the list:

  1. We are the government”
This phrase confuses society with government, which is as serious an error as confusing an entire human body with a malignant tumor growing inside of that body.

    Saturday, March 14, 2015

    Fine Art



    I've always considered myself primarily a fine artist. If I had enough money, that's what I'd be doing full time. It's difficult to make a living by selling paintings, so I've relied on a career in commercial art to pay the bills. Below is a chapter on fine art that was to appear in my book. Few will read this, but my fellow artists might find it of some interest, so here it is. --Ben Garrison
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    FINE ART
    "Kitsch, using for raw material the debased and academicized simulacra of genuine culture, welcomes and cultivates this insensibility. It is the source of its profits. Kitsch is mechanical and operates by formulas. Kitsch is vicarious experience and faked sensations. Kitsch changes according to style, but remains always the same. Kitsch is the epitome of all that is spurious in the life of our times. Kitsch pretends to demand nothing of its customers except their money – not even their time."
    —Clement Greenberg

     Greenberg, the art critic and promoter of Jackson Pollock, wrote this in his famous essay back in 1939. What he wrote was true then and it remains true now. Kitsch relies on falsity, sentiment and a phony nostalgia to lure in the average art buyer. Kitsch isn’t even memorable. The initial nostalgia wears off quickly and it becomes a forgettable and boring symbol of insincerity.

    We’ve all seen kitsch. By its very nature it’s ubiquitous. It replicates endlessly. Ask yourself, how many times have you seen the same red barn in a field or the well-crafted western art showing sun-dappled cowboys or Indians crossing a creek on horseback? How many times have you seen a realistic painting of a wolf in the winter moonlight? These things have been daubed thousands, if not millions of times over and over and yet they still sell like hotcakes. Too many artists have figured out that nostalgia and sentimentality help open wallets.

    People buy these things because they want to look at something familiar and comforting. They don’t want to think or be challenged. It’s the same way with music. Most people will not familiarize themselves with a great symphony by Shostakovich. No, that requires time and concentration. The payoff is great, but few are willing to invest the time to get that payoff. Kitsch is faster. Kitsch is easier. Kitsch makes no demands.

    THOMAS KINKADE, “PAINTER OF LIGHT”

    Kitsch is also cynical. Perhaps the biggest painter of kitsch was Thomas Kinkade, the “Painter of Light.” Kinkade was a talented California artist who ultimately cared more about financial success than his art. He decided to develop a formula that would help him sell paintings. He succeeded. It was estimated that 1 in 20 American homes have a copy of one of his paintings. Kinkade made millions selling prints via mail order and in malls. He controlled a company that traded on the New York Stock Exchange. Media Arts Group, Inc., which was in the business of selling Kinkade’s prints and collectibles, was for a while in the limelight. Plush galleries sprung up in malls and pushed his expensive prints on a gullible public. Some prints were given special added touches by Kinkade or his understudies, thus increasing the value of the products.

    Kinkade’s formula for success consisted of a mixture of nostalgia, phony religiosity and greed. People bought his work not just because they were attracted to kitsch, but also because they were persuaded by Kinkade’s legion of mall salesmen that his prints would make a ‘good investment.’ As those prints saturated the market, buyers would find out otherwise.

    A typical Kinkade painting features a lush landscape with a rustic path. There’s a crystalline brook with a small footbridge. There are verdant trees and bushes, mind-numbingly bright flowers, a gorgeous sunset and a welcoming home or cottage. These homes usually come with stone fireplaces producing wisps of smoke. The windows of his dwellings are glowing brightly. Every single room is alive with warmth, so much so that it starts to look like the homes might be on fire. One critic remarked that it appeared something hellish was going on inside of them.

    Pleasant things are ridiculously enhanced in Kinkade’s work. Flowers are blindingly bright. Problem-causing things such as logic are left out. Never mind that a cabin is situated on top of a mountain peak, making it nearly impossible to get to. Don’t worry about the high electric bills from having dozens of 100-watt bulbs left on in the house. Don’t worry about the brook being too close to the house. There’s no chance of flooding. There’s no crime, racism or chance of sorrow in his work. Unpleasant things do not exist in Kinkaid’s world. It’s all harmony—no dissonance. If Kinkade had approached such saccharine subjects with a touch of satire, he might have been onto something, but no. He was adamantly sincere and considered his work to be a vanguard against the degeneracy of modern art.



    Such paintings are designed to produce a sense of escapist nostalgia within the viewer. “Eternal Springtime” and “Away From It All” are typical titles. Most people have stress in their lives and Kinkade’s work, for a few moments at least, transports them to a comfortable world without worry, strife or conflict. The problem is, that world has never existed. Ever. His fraudulent beauty rests on a rotten foundation of lies. To infuse more profundity and ‘meaning’ into his work, Kinkade claimed he was a ‘Christian’ painter who was out to return morality and family values into art. He claimed he wanted to counter the corruption in modern art and replace it with a Norman Rockwell-like goodness. He wanted to paint works that people could easily ‘understand.’ He would often add patriotic themes to his paintings along with the initials of his wife and children to prove that he was a good citizen, husband and father.

    Kinkade sacrificed artistic integrity to achieve fame and money. His campy art was a charade and he knew it. Everything about the man was imbued in falsity. Even his trademarked “Painter of Light” phrase was stolen from the English artist, Turner. A gaudy, over-large logo of an old fashioned streetlamp was stamped onto all of his prints. Kinkade’s fame and money did not bring him happiness. He violated contracts with the gallery franchises by undercutting them on the price of prints. In once instance he had to pay $860,000 for defrauding the former owners of two galleries in Virginia. He began drinking heavily to escape his self-made plight. He got into altercations at bars. He frequented strip clubs. He was slapped with a DUI. He even urinated on a statue of Winnie the Poo while staying at the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim, apparently as a drunken tribute to the great man of Kitsch himself, Walt Disney. As he was relieving himself he was heard to say, “This one is for you, Walt.”

    Kinkade died at the age of 54 in 2012. He had been on a drinking binge while taking valium. He had left his wife and three daughters and was living in multi-million dollar mansion with his large-breasted girlfriend. His wife and girlfriend eventually made a settlement and divided up the estate.

    I feel sorry for Kinkade. His life was, in a way, Shakespearean in its tragedy. When it came to art, he did not adhere to the aphorism, ‘to thine own self be true.’ His art was a charade that epitomized falsity. He could not escape this truth. Artists need to pursue truth, otherwise they get lost. Kinkade was lost. Darkness caught up to the “Painter of Light.”

    PABLO PICASSO, GENIUS

    I first became interested in Picasso late in high school. My one and only high school attempt at sculpture was a bust of the Spanish artist. I was attracted to his use of color and composition. In his youth he painted in an academic style and quickly saw it as a dead end. That avenue had been too well explored by 19th century academic painters.

    When I attended college in the late 1970s, I was very fortunate to have had a terrific art professor: Dr. Otis Lumpkin. In one of his classes he encouraged his students to paint in various modern art styles including impressionism, pointillism, expressionism, abstract expressionism and cubism. Everyone loved his classes and his style of teaching. He was never pushy or overbearing. He had a deep knowledge of art and history. He had ready wit and inspired his students.

    During WWII he was a navigator in a bombing group based in England. His plane had been shot down twice. The first time his damaged bomber went down in the English Channel. He was a proud member of the ‘Duck Club.’ Later in the war his plane was shot down over Germany. He was injured and German civilians gave him aid. His eyesight was also damaged and he was forced to wear thick glasses for the rest of his life. Dr. Lumpkin’s life was filled with fascinating stories. Like my father, he was born in 1924 and had five kids, but unlike my father, he took a positive attitude about his war experiences.

    Otis was always smiling and full of witticisms. His laughter could often be heard echoing the hallways at Angelo State University. His students loved him. He appreciated all kinds of art, but he himself painted meticulous and realistic images combined in a manner that could be called surrealism. He employed an old masters’ style. Even with a large family and professorial duties, he somehow found the time to have a successful fine art career. He sold many paintings at a gallery in Houston. I met two of his kids who were also students about my age. They were smart, happy and well-adjusted people.

    One assignment we had was to produce a cubist painting. It was one of my favorite assignments. I later sold the painting in a student art show. Dr. Lumpkin also helped his students understand each genre and the importance of combining emotions with intellect in artwork. He sparked within me a desire to improve and learn more about art. In college I took a lot of art history classes. I read a lot about art. One of my favorite books was a biography of Pablo Picasso.

    I’ve never seen a Picasso painting that I didn’t like. He’s my favorite artist, along with DeKooning. I never stopped thinking about how fun it was to paint in the cubist style. I wanted to be painter even if it meant not having money. Instead, I got a job as a graphic artist at the local newspaper after graduating. Years later, in 1997, I became a self-employed commercial artist. I have Dr. Lumpkin to thank for my chance to become a commercial artist. He alerted me to the newspaper job and also gave me a recommendation.

    Even though I wasn’t a fine artist, I never stopped thinking and reading about art. I would often see paintings online, in art museums or in art galleries and I would know quickly what was right or wrong with what I was seeing. In 2009, my wife Tina and I moved from Seattle to Montana. Our son Ian attended Rocky Mountain College.

    We now live in a gorgeous area that’s close to Glacier National Park and Big Mountain, a world-class ski destination. Flathead Lake is popular in the summer. There are a lot of tourists—especially from Canada. Many of the art galleries seem to cater to those tourists. What I saw in those galleries were mostly clichés. There was the same wildlife and western art that has been painted over and over for decades. One gallery featured realistic sculpture of bounding deer, grizzly bears and cowboys roping calves. I’ve seen the same things hundreds of times and it had become downright painful for me to look at it. C. M. Russell was an authentic cowboy who painted original western art. The problem is, many artists living in the 21st century are painting similar stuff over and over again and it’s no longer genuine. They’re painting what sells. They’re painting kitsch.

    On a lark, I decided to paint a cubist version of what I was seeing in the western art genre. My first painting was titled “Cowboy Cubism.” The painting was seen online and it soon sold. It was the first cubist painting I sold since college. Some time later it was made into a book cover for a novel. This success inspired me to paint more and I have. I was accepted into a gallery in Bigfork, and although my work stood out and generated a lot of buzz, only a couple of paintings were sold. The tourists still wanted ‘official’ Montana souvenirs. They wanted lake trout, grizzly bears, huckleberries and mountain landscapes. They wanted Montana clichés. They wanted kitsch.

    When my son was in college in Billings and although he was close to getting his geology degree, it was required that he take some liberal art classes. He took one that combined art history and painting. He had to choose one famous artist and style of art and try to replicate it. He chose Picasso. His professor was lecturing about the styles, including cubism. He was showing students work projected from his computer. He did a search for cubism and one of my paintings came up. It was my “Cowboy Cubism” painting. “My dad did that!” exclaimed Ian. His professor told him it was first-rate and that I should be able to get into a gallery in Billings.

    Ian came home on a break and asked me to help him find a good cubist painting that he could copy. We chose Picasso’s painting of a bearded man licking an ice cream cone with a worm-like tongue. The intensely blue man was wearing a straw hat with rope-like swirls and textures. The ice cream was square at the top—not round. His ear looked like a tangled knot. His clump of bulging fingers had triangular nails and grasped the very bottom tip of the cone.



    I explained to Ian how well the painting was designed. It was very well thought out, but it didn’t look planned. Everything in the painting had a purpose and it wouldn’t work well if certain things weren’t exactly the way they were. At the same time, there’s a lot more substance to the painting than just color and design. For example, Ian asked me why he painted the ear as a swirling knot-like shape. It almost looked like a musical cleft from an alien world. Why didn’t he paint the ear as it really appeared? I explained that this painting was not an example of realism. Although Picasso could easily draw the ear photographically, it would then contain very little ‘art.’ Art is not about drawing something photographically, even if it requires technical ability to do it. Drawing photographically becomes more about engineering than art. Instead, an artist shows his interpretation of reality or how he feels about it.

    Picasso painted the ear the way he did because he wanted people to really SEE the ear and think about the ear as if they were little children again. Babies marvel at the newness of their experience and they observe things unfettered by past experience and ego. Picasso wanted us to see the ear as if it was being seen for the very first time again. We marvel at seeing such an ear. After people see that ear they may again see ears in reality as marvelous things. Every ear is different and new. Picasso’s art is about helping us become more alive. Those who may resent life are able to again see it as something wonderful. It’s about love. Similarly, the tongue darting on the square cone and the way the hand is holding the cone suggest a delicate delicacy. Picasso wanted us to ‘see’ tasting. The flowing tongue and fingers provide a nice contrast to the rigid triangular cone and square ice cream. It’s a intricate balance of form and contrast. If this painting had been done realistically, it would be forgettable. Picasso makes a common event unforgettable.

    DeKOONING: “THE KING”

    Humans are programmed to process information quickly and efficiently. Things we see every day are boiled down to equations and formulas and prioritized. They become symbols that are recognized on autopilot. For example, learning to type is a process requiring brain and finger coordination. This is learned by struggling and rote practice, but after a while it becomes effortless. The ‘robot’ inside takes over enabling us to think of the words, rather than getting bogged down in a hunt for individual letters. The same goes for many tasks in life including driving, brushing our teeth, playing a musical instrument and so on. The problem is, many of us learn to go through life on autopilot. Everything is done by rote and we end up sleepwalking through life. P.D. Ouspensky, a Russian journalist, traveler and philosopher once said, “When one realizes one is asleep, at that moment one is already half awake.”

    Ouspensky realized that too many of us start living their lives mostly in robotic mode. We are put to sleep by day-to-day repetition. It’s easy to drift into a hypnotic state due to cell phones, the Internet, TV and the mundane routine of life. How many times have you automatically picked up your cell phone to check it for no reason without even being aware that you’re doing it?

    We are often punished for taking risks so we choose the easiest course. People are more comfortable with playing it safe. This happens with art too, when the same predictable paintings are cranked out endlessly by rote.

    Willem DeKooning was a Dutch artist who was able to draw photographically. After he graduated from art school he stowed away on a steamer headed for New York City. In the late 1920s, he got a much sought-after job as a commercial artist for a department store. His work stood out. Years later he was offered an even more prestigious position, but he turned it down. He wanted to be a fine artist and so he quit his job and started to paint. In the 1940s he struggled. He rented a run-down studio that was under-heated in the winter. His first one-man show consisted of black and white paintings because he could not afford color paints. His work didn’t sell. People thought DeKooning was a bum. He couldn’t afford new clothes. Sometimes he went hungry and ate ketchup soup, but he never gave up on his vision. Finally, in 1951, he was persuaded to enter a prestigious contest in Chicago and won. The painting was one of his masterpieces titled ‘Excavation,’ and it was purchased by the Art Institute of Chicago for $4,000. It was a lot of money in the early 1950s. DeKooning did not have a bank account and had to wait several days before the check cleared. His poverty was over. Eventually he became a multi-millionaire and was one of the most brilliant artists of the 20th Century. With fame and success also came severe alcoholic binges. Apparently too much money and fame can sometimes have a deleterious effect on artists.



    I first saw his “Excavation” in an art history textbook. I was mesmerized. I never got tired of looking at it. DeKooning spent weeks or even months building up the paint and scraping it down to achieve unique effects. The painting is complex and simple at the same time. The colors are brilliant. If anyone could surpass Picasso with color, it was DeKooning.

    DeKooning could paint realistically and could have eked out a success early on as a fine artst. He could have made a nice living as a commercial artist. Instead, he stubbornly pursued a new path and at first it was definitely not a comfortable one. He experimented and took risks, and his great talent eventually brought him fame and money. His paintings are well thought out. His compositions are always sound and interesting. His colors are fabulous.

    DeKooning was also the master of brushwork. He used a thinned down paint to achieve some of his effects, which can be seen applied on his landmark “Woman” series. These paintings redefine beauty and prompt the viewer to rethink the female form in the modern era. Each are a perfect combination of form, line and color. Like Picasso, his work doesn’t tire easily. This is key.

    MY PHILOSOPHY OF ART

    I have a desire to paint memorable images that do not tire easily. The problem with that is most people will not ‘get’ my work quickly, unlike kitsch. It takes time and effort. People who say they’ve looked at my work a long time really start to love them because they see something different each time. They are putting themselves into the work. It is an active, not passive engagement of the viewer. That is my intention. The human mind is wired to see patterns where none exist. People who look at my paintings long enough begin to see patterns that I have put down intentionally. They also may see things that I had not intended. That is good, too. It means they are putting themselves into the art and when that occurs, the viewer invests emotional energy into the painting. They are engaged in looking at art.

    One of my main goals is to allow the viewer to provide their own meaning to what they’re seeing. The universe created us and if some find it completely meaningless, then perhaps it’s up to us to provide that meaning. Maybe that’s why we’re here—so the universe can know itself. Art and music provide a lot of meaning for me. When we can’t find meaning, we often turn to destructive things such as alcohol or other harmful activities that bring about pain to ourselves and to others. Those things may provide temporary escape, but they do no not bring about any lasting meaning.

    When people tell me they had to look one of my paintings for 15 minutes before they ‘figured it out,’ it’s a high compliment. Kitsch is understood instantaneously. After that, boredom sets in quickly. My paintings may confuse and irritate some people, but at least in that state they’re not bored.

    I want to walk down roads that are not well trodden. The realistic road is crowded and always has been. I sometimes admire the energy spent painting realistic things, but to me the more realistic something appears, the less art is in it. I feel sorry for artists who spent endless hours just to make things appear ‘real,’ without knowing that, in the end, they only produced something painful to look at. I can’t look at realistic animal sculpture, for example. I’ve seen the galloping horse and bounding deer too many times to admire the time spent on such things.

    The impressionist road has also been well explored. Thousands if not millions of artists have painted in that style and while the original impressionists still inspire, there is nothing really new that can be produced in that genre. Too often, beginner impressionists mistake sloppiness for looseness. Monet had to develop a high sensibility to make his paintings look ‘loose.’ In reality, there was nothing about his work that was an accident. I know impressionism remains popular, but to me it is not satisfying to look at for very long.

    I love abstract expressionism, but it can also be unsatisfying because it leaves out a certain amount of reason. It is strictly right-brained stuff. Cubism, on the other hand, appeals to logic and emotion and it has not been well explored. Many side paths remain. I’ve chosen to go down those paths.

    Cubism shows many angles of the subject at the same time. It shows that reality isn’t just one perfunctory view laid down on a canvas. There are many angles and ways of viewing the subject. That appeals to me. I want to paint the different angles and motion. I want to paint the passage of time. Reality is never static. In one painting, “Sioux Chief,” I portrayed an Indian as a young man, middle aged and then in old age all at once. On another called “Gold Panner,” the pick ax and shovel can be seen woven into the background. A bearded man is looking down for color as he pans while he simultaneously looks over his shoulder for a claim jumper. He is at one with the gold-bearing creek. The smoke from his campfire is one with the forest.



    These are the kinds of the paintings I enjoy doing the most even though they’re not exactly popular with the public. I realize general public has not looked at as many images as I have and they are not art experts. It is no surprise that the public prefers comfort and escape. Something difficult to do is seen as even more impressive. It's almost as if the art buyers want to buy detail and technical tricks by the pound. They want the familiar, but rendered in excruciating detail. The more detail the better. Detail in ultra high definition is best. That way they can be assured they’re ‘getting their money’s worth.’ Most people don’t want to have to think about what they’re seeing. They want to be told what they’re seeing, like watching TV.

    In the Internet era, people want the reward with little effort. They want it now. Kitsch delivers that. I don’t.

    ADVICE TO YOUNG ARTISTS

    It’s my theory that kids aren’t drawing as much as they did when I was a youngster. My generation didn’t grow up with video games. We played sports outside in the summer. We went fishing. We entertained ourselves. If it was raining, we stayed inside and read books or played board games. Many of us played music or worked on art projects.

    The ones who do want to become artists or musicians as a profession are going to encounter a lot of resistance in life. There is no shortage of artists or musicians.

    My son grew up playing the violin and by the time he was a senior in high school he was concertmaster. He aced a lot of recitals and won many major music awards. He was an All-State violinist. He won a national music award. He was offered several music scholarships including one from Washington State University. I told him if it made him happy he should pursue a music career. He could not expect to make any money at it, though. He would also have to teach music to make a living. The odds of him becoming a violinist at a major orchestra were slim. There are thousands of violinists and music school graduates are endless. He decided to give up music as a profession. He majored in geology instead. He graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree and he now has a well-paying job in North Dakota as a field geologist. He still plays the violin for fun.

    Artists have a slight advantage over musicians when it comes to making money. Humans are visual creatures and there will always be a need for designers, illustrators, typographers, information graphic experts and animators. Nowadays it’s imperative to know programs such as Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator and InDesign as well as web coding. There will always be a need for commercial artists.

    Fine artists are more like musicians. It’s not easy to make a living in the fine arts. It can be done, but few can. I couldn’t. I chose commercial art so I could support my family. DeKooning chucked his career to become a fine artist. He lived in poverty and dressed in rags. He sometimes went hungry. He was devoted to his vision and so for him it was worth it. The fact that he later became a multi millionaire was a rare occurrence. The vast majority of fine artists aren’t going to get rich.

    So if you want to become a fine artist, it’s best to have some kind of job that will put a roof over your head and keep you from getting hungry. Jobs that pay well are difficult to come by these days, but even a low-paying job will work if you can learn to cut costs and go without. Art supplies aren’t cheap, but you can look for good deals. Living simply will be worth it if you love art enough.

    There are some notions that I recommend you discard. Forget about becoming rich and famous. You probably won’t become either as a fine artist. The quest for fame in particular is especially deceptive. If you insist on becoming famous, you’ll most likely lose your vision. Pursuing fame often requires becoming someone else. You’ll end up producing the art of others in order to gain notoriety. It’s a fool’s errand, so forget about it. Fame may either show up or it won’t. Don’t go on an ego trip to try to obtain it. Produce art that is meaningful for you and forget getting famous and worrying what others think. If you can’t sell anything, at least you’ll still have that job to support yourself. The desire for fame can extinguish your artistic spark. The desire for money can also kill art. Art is more about meaning than money. If you paint for money only, you will lose meaning. Kinkaide found this out and ended up hitting the booze to at least bring about an illusory meaning.

    Stop worrying about ‘being the best.’ Most artists will find out that there will always be someone better. Don’t let that fact deter you from being an artist. Jealousy is another distraction that leads nowhere. Expect negative thoughts and inertia to try to talk you out of producing your art because it’s ‘a waste of time.’ Do it anyway. It’s not a waste of your time. You’re doing something positive in life. Expect harsh criticism to rain down upon you from all angles. If you love what you’re doing, don’t let it deter you. Be happy with your talent and what you can do. Respect yourself and your abilities and realize that you will improve if you put in the effort.

    Don’t fret that ‘it has all been done before.’ There are plenty of relatively untraveled avenues in art. Even if it has been done before, you have yet to do it. Put your own stamp and your own original mark on it. Take the attitude that you’re an explorer and try painting in different styles to see what you prefer. See what country in which you’d like to live.

    Study art history. Knowing where art has been could help point you in the right direction. Nearly all artists in the past have experienced struggle and conflict. Even Rembrandt was poor. His students liked to paint coins on the floor and laughed when he attempted to pick them up.

    Do not give your art away. When someone buys your art it’s a huge compliment, especially if that someone is not well off. There are thousands of other things that people would consider more ‘useful.’ Art is not useful except for one thing: It brings meaning to life. A price tag can’t really be put on that, so if you are going to sell your art, do not give it away. Respect your art and yourself. Offer your work at a respectable price commensurate with your experience. If your works sells, do not shower the buyer with too many words of thanks and appreciation. Instead, 'congratulate' them for having the insight and good taste to buy one of your best pieces.

    Your work should be uniformly excellent. Therefore, the prices are roughly commensurate with size. Small paintings will fetch less and large paintings more.
    Often higher prices for your work will bring you more respect. Much of it is about perception. Consider this: A painting with a $50 price tag will be off-putting. People will think it must be bad somehow. Something is wrong. Now think about that exact same painting with a $5,000 price tag. Even if the painting is mediocre, most people will start thinking it must possess great quality somehow.

    I once saw a very good artist put her work in a ‘bargain box’ at a gallery. I cringed. I could see her plein air paintings were superior. She was an excellent artist, but apparently she was desperate to sell her work. Nobody was buying it even at bargain basement fire sale prices. They probably thought something was wrong with it. There was nothing wrong except the artist’s erroneous thinking. If you can’t get an equitable price for your work, do not sell it. Remember, you have that job! If you don’t have the job, then that becomes the priority.

    Develop a thick skin. You can’t please everyone. Don’t even try. Please yourself. Critics can be harsh and even cruel, but it’s worth listening to them at times. Take any advice you see as helpful and discard the rest. That goes for art instruction as well. Life can bring a lot of outrageous slings and arrows your way. If you can’t laugh such things off, then develop a healthy contempt for it. You will encounter a lot of resistance externally and internally. Doubt and despair are almost prerequisites for being an artist. Suffer if you must, but don’t let it stop you.

    Be proud to be an artist. You are bringing creativity and meaning into a world that perpetuates conflict and ugliness.

    ADVICE TO ART BUYERS

    Think twice about buying art because it’s inexpensive. Do you really want that cheap motel painting for your living room? Be careful about buying nostalgic kitsch. You’ll be looking at it a long time. Nostalgia wears thin quickly. Pretty pictures can easily become cloying. Some artists consider themselves to be magicians. They know painterly magic tricks that will get you to buy their work. Once you figure out the tricks that are used over and over again, that ‘magic’ doesn’t work as well and the images become tiresome.

    If you’re the kind who likes factory-produced Bob Ross spinoffs, it’s unlikely you’re even reading this. Ross stole his shtick from a German artist named William Alexander. ‘Bill’ Alexander painted without pretense, whereas Ross was in it for the money. Alexander’s work at least maintained a sincere, amateurish charm, while Bob Ross taught thousands to buy his custom paint and stab it onto canvasses to create landscapes in a short amount of time. People remember Ross because he was less threatening than Alexander, who had a thick German accent and talked about using ‘mighty’ brushes and ‘showing no mercy!’ Ross was soft spoken and sported an afro. He was better at marketing himself. Regardless, don’t buy this kind of art. Art is better than that. You’re better than that. This kind of trite mawkishness is now seen everywhere and it’s bad.

    There are many people with excellent taste who would love to buy quality original art, but they can’t afford it. Don’t buy original works in that case. Making a living comes first. Buy a print instead. There are many places online where you can buy posters. I bought a nice print of a Winslow Homer watercolor and got an inexpensive frame and mat for it. If you buy expensive art that you know is good, you might become resentful over time if you can’t make ends meet. Don’t expect the artist to buy it back. Artists are trying to make ends meet themselves. Art should not cause resentment.

    Forget about buying art as an ‘investment.’ It’s another illusion unless you’re a multi-millionaire who can afford to buy the art of famous dead artists. I once met millionaire who had many well-framed paintings on his walls. Although I didn’t care for much of what I saw, I knew they were works done by artists of some repute. He liked having expensive works by ‘famous’ artists in his home, but he knew very little about art. He saw framed dollar signs. Don’t be that guy. Buy the art because you love it and like having it around for its own sake. If you’re a dog lover, you keep your dog as part of the family. You don’t see your dog as an investment. Art is the same way. Enjoy art in the present moment, not because you think it might be worth millions of bucks sometime in the future. If it does happen a hundred years from now, who cares?

    If you’re shocked at how much a painting at your local art gallery may cost, consider this: Most artists in that gallery have probably spent a lifetime honing their skill. They’ve spent a lot of money on art materials and frames. Do they deserve to make a pittance for their efforts? Remember also that the gallery makes a large chunk of any sale and deservedly so. Artists need galleries to help bring in a large volume of traffic. Nobody sees the paintings I have in my studio and seeing them on a website isn’t the same experience.

    ART AND THE MEANING OF LIFE


    Nearly everything penned by man whether it be religion or philosophy can be refuted in one manner or another. Not so with great art and music. The latter two convey the meaning of life in an intangible, irrefutable manner. Someone once commented that Rachmaninoff’s third piano concerto conveyed the meaning of life. Others hear it in Chopin. We can see it in art. Artists should be truth tellers who convey meaning that helps us to persevere in an unfair, unjust world filled with war and suffering. Artists and musicians play a very valuable role for mankind. --Ben Garrison, 2015

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    Unknown Origin

    Unkown Origin

    Here is the difference between Moot and Ben Garrison.
    Moot has never once asked anyone for sympathy,
    and I can guarantee you he's gotten 100x more hate
    directed at him than Mr. Garrison ever has.
    Ben Garrison, a self-professed
    Libertarian on the other hand,
    has spent many years threatening people with lawsuits
    for parodying his cartoons, which themselves are a sort
    of parody of politics and current affairs.
    Its really sad to see someone who has
    made a living drawing political cartoons
    which often times promoted concepts
    like the first amendment (free speech),
    anti -regulation, self-reliance, and
    independence become so upset over people
    exercising those god-given inalienable
    rights that himself turned into a sad parody
    of the very forces he claims to oppose,
    that he claims are threat to the principles
    of this nation. All you had to do was ignore
    them Ben, and while they wouldn't have
    ever completely gone away, the situation
    never would've ballooned into
    what it is today if you simply hadn't fed
    the trolls and learned how live with the
    give and take that is essential to any free society.

    I get this same kind of pompous garbage all the time. They use it to make me 'the bad guy’ for their own sustained trolling as well as giving them reason to justify even more of it. How long are you going to continue this trolling campaign? Forever? Maybe YOU should ignore me and stop posting the sort of nonsense above. Let’s take this point by point, shall we?

    • Moot allowed copyright infringement for 5 long years on his site. He’s not a stoic good guy. He’s a spoiled brat and an ignorant criminal who presents gore, child porn and death threats as ‘free speech.' 100x what I got, huh? Obviously you pulled that number from some unknown origin close to your backside. I've been attacked on 4chan nearly every day for five long years. You 'guarantee' it, eh? How does an anonymous shadow's 'guarantee' have any weight whatsoever? Are you moot? You suffered a bit and were called a few names and that makes you the hero? Ha!

    • Unknown Origin is an anonymous troll. That enables him to adopt the bullying stance. He condescendingly informs me that I’m wrong and I deserve to get defamed and destroyed along with my family because supposedly I asked for it and I brought it on myself, blabbity blabbity. Notice how he hides behind his dark cloak of anonymity while stating this. Notice how he uses that same old cliché of ‘ignoring them and they will stop.’ This falsehood actually helps the perpetrators. It gives them rein to do what they want without any consequence. It is their shield that gives them immunity so they can cyber-bully people with impunity. 

    • Parody is NOT taking my cartoons, changing them into hate and racism and leaving my name on them in order to defame me. THAT is libel. It is done with malice to ruin me. The trolls have stated that they want me destroyed. I’ve shown evidence to three separate lawyers. ALL of them said what the trolls are doing was against the law and ‘actionable.' Isn't funny how all the anonymous trolls are experts at the law...and they all say there is no such thing as libel and copyright infringement. Anyone can research this and see for themselves that they are wrong. The 2nd amendment is also essential to a free society, but that does not give one the right to randomly shoot someone else in the head with a gun.

    • My cartoons are not parodies. They are originals. I am not basing them on the work of others.

    • I don’t make a living from political cartooning. I make a living from commercial art. It’s becoming a more tenuous living due to the constant attempts to ruin my reputation.

    • Free speech does not mean anyone can engage in silencing my free speech. I have a right to the words I speak and the images I draw to be presented as I intended. Everything I draw is defaced and destroyed into hate by sociopaths of Unknown Origin. Even a recent podcast interview I had? It was all chopped up and distorted to make it appear that I’m speaking words of hate—it too was altered into racism and anti-Semitism. How is that not abusing my free speech? Your pursuit of lulz does not trump my free speech. Laughter can’t justify what has been and is still being done. If someone called up potential employers and told them that you were a registered sex offender--causing you to lose work, would you laugh it off stoically as you strolled the streets homeless, jobless and hungry?

    • I ignored the trolls for two years. They did not stop and it’s NOT my fault that this ballooned. It’s the TROLLS fault. Oh—but they are of Unknown Origin…that shields them completely from any responsibility for their actions. They are never held accountable for libel, defamation and character assassination, are they? These bullies are actually weaklings who are too cowardly to attach their real names to their own murderous opinions. No no no…they don’t want to catch any flak for their own hate. They want me to be targeted for that.

    So, Mr. Unctuous Unknown, if you had simply left me the hell alone in the first place and drawn your own damn cartoons, you would now not look like the complete idiot and coward that you are.

    Friday, March 13, 2015

    Christopher "moot" Poole is a liar

    Here is a rather big whopper recently vomited out on Rolling Stone...referring to 4chan's troubled young mastermind, Christopher Poole:

    "He also complied with the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, which required him to remove content if a copyright holder objected (although he had cover if anything slipped through the cracks: The Communications Decency Act, which gives immunity to webmasters and Internet service providers over members' content, protected him). "

    Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/features/4chans-overlord-christopher-poole-reveals-why-he-walked-away-20150313#ixzz3UII3MJ2I


    BULLSHIT! HE DID NOT comply by removing the INDECENT and vicious libel/ copyright infringement hurled at me in the form of defaced cartoons for nearly five years. I repeatedly requested that his moderators do so, and they replied with indifference. I sent them official DMCA removal request forms and I was told I needed to ask Moot himself. I did. I was ignored. He even admitted he ignored me and, in fact, he long ago sent me an email in which he accused me of being a 'racist' before I even knew who he was. And he knows perfectly well that I've never penned a racist or anti-Semitic cartoon in my life. I once even offered to send him some money to help him out IF he repented and mended his ways and started being more responsible. Again, I was ignored.

    The attacks on me continued almost daily for over five years. My wife and even my son were viciously attacked. I'm not referring to the name calling, and boy have I been called names. I was called a Nazi mass murderer, a white supremacist leader and even a registered sex offender on your miserable 'politically incorrect' board--even though such puerile name calling had nothing to do with politics. What I am referring to is this: YOU, Mr. 'Moot,' repeatedly allowed a clear violation of the law: My copyrighted cartoons were routinely being defaced into disgusting hate with my name left on them while trolls claimed I drew them. I blame moot whom I've called The CEO of TROLL.

    Did moot's hand-chosen 'mods' remove such trolling as a violation of their own rules on /pol/? OF COURSE NOT. The joke was allowed to fester and deepen and continue indefinitely, while I got the blame for merely complaining about it. When I complained directly on the boards, my so-called free and open speech was shut down. I was banned. Did they ban those trying to portray me as their herald of hate? Again...of course not.

    This man deserves to be broke. I'm very happy to hear that. I'm glad to hear he's a broke loser because he's a BUM and he deserves it. He deserves to be ridiculed. He deserves condemnation, because he was in charge. THIS MISFIT ALLOWED IT TO HAPPEN. HE ENCOURAGED IT TO HAPPEN so he could attract more trolls and jam a few more 'shekels' into his dirty, bugger-riddled little pocket.

    Now we're observing how this immoral, weak-minded, pencil-necked, lying little twerp is gushing out crocodile tears and spinning the 'woe is me' sad lament. GOOD! I hope you continue to savor the sweetness of your tears as you weep deeply into your mother's apron. You're a loser. I hope your precious 4chan is finally flushed down the toilet into the sewer where it belongs and I hope you are flushed, too. Enjoy floating out to sea in a filthy Poole of mass sewage because that's what a weak little bum like you deserves for your years of pumping out immoral foulness at the expense of innocents. All because YOU encouraged anonymous, cowardly, sadistic and irresponsible chuckleheads to take control of your site. Free speech my ass. You were busy destroying free speech--especially mine--and now you are trying to claim the moral high ground while refusing to take responsibility. Pathetic.

    --Ben Garrison


    Sunday, March 08, 2015

    Johannes Brahms - Symphony No.1 - Wiener Philharmoniker - Bernstein - 1981





    This is perhaps the greatest 'first' symphony ever written. Brahms didn't complete it until he was over 40. Great performance! Listen at the 38:44 mark for the sunbeam that shines through the confusion of the dark, stormy clouds. This is a theme that Brahms originally had penned on a post card sent to his friend Clara Schumann. It was a note of apology. The theme is first carried by the French horns and then repeated by a flute. It's a message of pure love and understanding. The rest of the last movement is some of the most happy, triumphant stuff Brahms ever wrote.

    Tuesday, March 03, 2015

    My book is cancelled for now

    I've concluded that there is little interest in a book written by a largely unknown cartoonist. The only market would be a handful of trolls. (Most of those trolls probably can't afford to buy a book). Therefore, I've put off publication indefinitely. This makes me sad because I worked hard on it. There's a lot of good content along with many new cartoons. Those cartoons will all be eagerly ripped off and changed into hate by trolls and then spread all over the Internet, so why bother publishing? No, I won't do that and make things worse.

    My free speech has been destroyed mostly by weak, cowardly teenaged bullies--who feel strong and trumped up due to their Internet anonymity. Some are older and probably make minimum wage as a part of Obama's 'Cyber Warrior Team.' They're on hand to smear and discredit anyone who dares criticize the Traitor In Chief.

    I guess they prefer to live under the Federal Reserve, a police state and a government-controlled Internet. They want free stuff and socialism at the cost of their liberty. There are some good young people out there who have expressed their support, but they seem to be outnumbered by those who seek endless laughter at my expense.

    So there you have it...no book. I'm sure this will make many NEETs happy. Congratulations on your success.

    -- Ben Garrison

    Friday, February 27, 2015

    "Rogue Cartoonist, Internet Perils of a Citizen-Muckraker

    I had originally intended to release an ebook, but now I will redesign it into a 9x12 paperback. It costs a lot of money to print it--especially in color, but I'll take the loss on it. I doubt I'll sell many copies, but I want to be the first published author in my family, so it will be completed sooner or later. The title of the book is "Rogue Cartoonist, Internet Perils of a Citizen-Muckraker." 

    Here is a low-res version of the ebook cover. I still might do the ebook sometime after the physical book is printed. --Ben Garrison



    Thursday, February 26, 2015

    Obama's Moral Compass

    Barack Obama is using a Cloward and Piven strategy to bring about (more) socialism for America. He feels no guilt for violating his oath of office. He lies to further his agenda, which is to bring destruction to the Republic as we know it. He's also most likely a Muslim. He was raised as a Muslim and has often expressed admiration for that faith. He has bowed to Saudi Royalty. There's nothing wrong with being a Muslim, but of course he has lied about that, too. He has no problem using a stolen social security number or releasing an obviously forged birth certificate document.

    Impeach this man.


    --Ben Garrison