I Love Mark Making

studio, and the city.

#littlestudies #studio color
I finally got my Reddit project uploaded. Now, the fun part of trying to get people to participate. I always have trouble with getting these types of concepts to be seen. I guess you have to big “famous-like”. Hopefully, I can figure a way to get this live, and fully realized.

http://www.reddit.com/r/Art/comments/1xsuys/my_memories_are_yours/

and here is where it goes to:http://www.belindahaikes.com/RedditProject/index.html

I finally got my Reddit project uploaded. Now, the fun part of trying to get people to participate. I always have trouble with getting these types of concepts to be seen. I guess you have to big “famous-like”. Hopefully, I can figure a way to get this live, and fully realized.

http://www.reddit.com/r/Art/comments/1xsuys/my_memories_are_yours/

and here is where it goes to:http://www.belindahaikes.com/RedditProject/index.html

ogilvyny:

A nice thank you note from the lovely AIGA Club at West Chester University.  Thanks again for visiting us!

This is the Thank-you my students did for the AIGA club. Lauren Igo was the designer, Ian MIx was the photographer. While every one else was finished for the semester, we got this sucker up and out. Super proud of my kick-ass AIGA kids.

Starting the work of putting to bed all the things that need to be done. All the little works you make when the big project support does not come through, all the one offs and small series are beginning to take form. Getting things done, with small bites and bits. This years focus is on my own work, to grow that to where I want it to be.

These are little acrylic  paintings- oh how I miss having oil paints. I will do more, and push then some more, not truly satisfied yet. They go back to the 20 friends project, which I need to finish the write up on and small book document- deadline of mid-feb for that.  Just keep making.

On a side note, It is funny how long it has taken me to recover bits and pieces of the studio, after 2009’s months of homelessness. Hindsight being what it is, I would have surreptitiously put the oil paints in the storage unit. C’est la vie. Hopefully this year I can slowly build the stock back up. I like acrylics for this type of work, but, feel that there is a butteriness that is missing. Sweet beautiful oils, I miss them. 

An ongoing series of small works, derived from the a larger series that deals with atomic bombs. I like the incongruity of the smallness of something being so destructive. The rhythm of destruction is never so profound as when it is unseen.  

on beauty

I have begun to think about why beauty matters and what it means in the digital age. What is beauty in the age of machine perfection? Is there a difference in organic beauty and in machine beauty? How does the sublime in the machine age differ from beauty?

Lots of fodder. But one thing I am sure of now is that beauty at its core, and at its best is a cry of belief in each other. Beauty is not for the self, but for others, to share wonder and to express the possibilities of being human. To engage beauty is the most human of actions. 

#pilehighdeeper

Last night I dreamt that I was trying to get into a painting class taught by George Bush. A painting class by George Bush.

Studio day- things begun

Art vs. Academia

I have been thinking a lot about the differences in art and the academic systems, post PhD. Having dealt first hand with the underlying incompatibility of art within academic systems, I think a lot about this and about the impact it had on my life. The thing that I am struck with is the incongruity of the systems. Art is about asking questions, the questions that need to be asked and ones we may not even know need to be asked. Academia is about answering specific questions, in a logical sequential manner. This the the underlying problem in the putting arts into an academic model without thinking of different modes of assessment. Art can not fit into an academic model that does not allow for boundaries to be pushed, and edges to be blurred. Academia does not sit easily with messy edges.  Perhaps a third space must enter, I wonder if that is what inter-disciplinarity was supposed to offer. 

At the end of the day Art must remain wild, must continue to confound us, to bring us awe. It can be nothing other than itself. 

Dirty hands.

I will fear no beauty. I will instead embrace it, hold it, feel it, let it taste dissolve on my tongue. Beauty is formed from the greatest hope. To believe that beauty is possible from man, means a belief in mankind. That it is possible for mankind to be good. To work with, through and for  beauty is an act of faith in humanity.

My last day in the land of enchantment. I have been lucky to be here, not ready to leave, but ready to see the people I love. Mixed emotions.
Those mountain colors are real #truthorconsequences
#whatdoyouloveUS