The nature of fame has changed. Like a lot of things, it’s properties are no longer agreed upon facts. Where once it was tied in more with the possessor’s talents and the work put into achieving the abilities, now it is often more align with coveting the “fame”.
The reality star/internet influence is largely the ultimate ambition of an entire generation. A main element of this phenomenon is the “look at me/look at what I have” aspect. It allows for feeling good about oneself without having to really work (i.e practice to become the best guitarist et al). This new fame is done by of looking down on those without while also being watched.
Social media (Instagram etc etc) is full of postings of people showing others their fab lives even if it’s largely artificial. People taking photos of their tropical vacation, Parisian jaunts. (mostly) They are not trying to show you the poetry of the sights but rather what they have that you don’t, where they are but you are not.We should all try to be the best version of ourselves but this is perversion of that concept, people putting forth an idealized, artificial version.
There is a company now where you can rent a private jet by the hour, it doesn’t go anywhere, it is for photo ops, so you can post photos of yourself chin on hand gazing out plane window or leaning back in plush leather seat champagne in hand smiling at the start of your adventure to nowhere.
The zeitgeist? Immediately pre pandemic a celebrity gave her boyfriend half a million dollars in cash, putting it up on social media. Putting aside whether the money was earned, in what way is any purpose served aside from “look what I have”? (although Marie Antoinette didn’t actually say it, and the proper translation is brioche not cake) if ever there was a “Let them eat cake” moment that was it. Art should inspire. Even bad art can inspire as the viewer feels that they can make a better painting, write a better song etc. There is no discernible culture involved in any of this. For now we all live in self imposed exile and the “celebrity” peacock(ing) to some extent continues, albeit from living rooms and bedrooms.
My studio windows face a new building with the same color scheme as mine. People go out onto their little Juliet balconies to drink coffee and smoke. They are too far away to talk to but we have now all become part of each others daily lives via our mutual observation. I can chat while painting but I am also simultaneously absorbed into the process so I do not mind being a show for neighbors.
It will be interesting once we are all through this, to see whose values change.
Of course I have no idea of their web presence and its content but I have yet to see anyone leaning back against the railings of their balcony glass champagne in hand looking up, duckbill faced to raised phone, snapping a selfie.
One of them, i have noticed seems to have learned my easel working hours. We have a tacit understanding, I do not mind her watching and I do not ogle her when, on sunny days she walks around in the nude. We sealed our social contract with a series of casual waves.
I have started working big. I will not switch the usual scope of my pieces but I like the occasional challenge to keep things fresh. I slip a larger piece into my oeuvre now and then. I am still learning my preferred paper, trying a new one with each large piece. I do have my method down and size too. The large pieces are all 22×30.
Regardless of size and subject of my piece, I seek to convey beauty from the real.
“Green Clogs” 22×30 Watercolor & Paper
4 thoughts on “Green Clogs”
I fear for the right clog on the figure’s foot. Is she stepping into the water ? If so, why wear the clog into the water ? Is she willing to loose a pair of good clogs by letting one slip off her foot, sinking to the bottom of the pool where it will sit contemplating it’s own demise as frantic rescuers who cannot swim hunt frantically for a net ? Perhaps the figure is selfish, willing to throw away a crafted pair of foot coverings in order to protect inexperienced feet from the rough button of the pool. Or, perhaps, the figure is to be pitied. Having left one clog safely by the pool side yet forgetting one is still worn. Will tears be shed at the loss of a favorite pair of clogs or will shoulders be shrugged as another pair is idly bought only to be idly lost again ?
Quite the conundrum !
From Meg, a fellow wanderer in paper and pen
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After effort you Put into reply almost hate setting record straight but it’s no pool merely stairs. Thank you for commenting and looking at my work. W
This has been an interesting read: about the people on their Juliet balconies, the artificiality of life on social media, your interactions with your ‘neighbours’ … and I am fascinated by the process of your watercolour. Thank you for showing how it progresses.
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Thank you for taking the time W