(this basically sums up anyone who tries to make a living as an artist)
- Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
I have concluded the the artists who make it are the most insane because they believe that their will overcome nature and not vice versa.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
quote of the night---einstein
insanity---by gardega
I painted this in my brief stint in art school. This was an illustration assignment for which I used a theme I have always been curious about--- mental illness and insanity. I think losing control of the steering wheel must be an awful thing. I occasional drive on the shoulder but I always get my car back on the highway...I always had the hardest times making real "commercial art" I always had to inject myself into my art for better and for worse..this is for sale if anyone wishes to own one of my last art school pieces remaining..It used to have a human face but it was too scary so I made it more of a "ghoulish" face..
brooklyn bridge painting
quote of the day---george orwell
George Orwell
Jarvick, Tigger, truth in advertising and gardega
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/07/business/media/07jarvik.html?_r=2&ref=business&oref=slogin&oref=slogin
Lake Vostok--by gardega
Thursday, February 7, 2008
ebay
signed alan colmes baseball----gardega
Behold my latest ebay purchase--- this is a true"objet de surrealist." This is a baseball signed by the Fox News anchor Alan Colmes. Alan is the Liberal Yin to Sean Hannity's conservative Yang. He is a real nice guy and he told me he believes that is his actual signature...Why anyone would want to own a baseball signed by a real baseball player is beyond the mind of Alex. When I asked the seller for documentation he laughed at me and said who in their right mind would sign a baseball with a fake signature of a non-baseball player--There was not much I could say in response. I suppose the author does actually play "left" field so there is logic in here somewhere.
home
home--roger waters
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge
Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills
It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home
When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
Will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators
Will you discreetly withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion within you roars
Will you take to the hills
Will you stand, will you stand for it
Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within
you roars
Could be your father and it could be your mother
Could be your sister, could be your brother
Could be a foreigner, could be a Turk
Could be a cyclist out looking for work. Norman
Could be a king, could be the Aga khan
Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint, could be a sinner
Could be a loser or it could be a winner
Could be a banker, could be a baker
Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar
Could be a male voice choir
Could be a lover, could be a fighter
Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be
something lighter
Could be a cripple, could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop, could be a thief
Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their silver spoons
Could be the pilot with God on his side
Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight
Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
Could be humble, could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd
Could be the soldier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy his mother said
He'll do his duty when he's grown, yeah
Everybody's got someone they call home
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
happy wed.--- by gardega
election time----by gardega
'laugh about it, shout about it, when you've got to choose --any way you look at it you lose."
I used to make vodkas for art garfunkel when I was a bartender, he was a nice man and he used to play chess with his son at the bar. I used to draw them cartoons and his son would save them.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
artist of the day willie nelson--by gardega
I spent my childhood years on a small farm in a small town in Texas. You do not need to be from Texas to appreciate the life and legend that is Willie Nelson. He used to give away entire apt complexes for people down on their luck to live in. He got creamed by the IRS but in true willie style he didnt blink an eye. My favorite song he sings is pancho and lefty. I am not sure if he wrote that one, though. If you don't have at least one Willie song on your Ipod, God may not let you into heaven.
Monday, February 4, 2008
early drawing---american airforce--by gardega
mermaid drawing
I found this deep in my files today. It is a drawing I made before executing the image in glass for a client. I thought this was long ago sold or lost...
click here to buy..