Christine The Rocket

In Progress (me too)

Forgive my language but FUCK. I’m a frustrated artist.

I’ve spent countless amounts of money I didn’t have to join “Associations” and “Society’s” in order to create some sense of validity around my work, my name and my art and frankly I just don’t see the point.

It all feels like a shit load of exclusive clubs I’ve paid into to just to have my name loosely associated with and I’m tired of it. Thinking about it puts me in that place where I self sabotage and I can’t work, I won’t work.

I’m not shelling out anymore because it’s made me feel poor and ignored.

Screw Associations, SCREW Society’s.

I don’t want to work for a big corporation. I don’t want to work in advertising. I don’t want to take on projects that don’t inspire and uplift me… I want to get a little respect, a little coin and that’s about it. Is that much to ask for?

I can’t art talk.

Art speak?

I like a pretty girl drawn in pencil. A story created in bold colours or dark shadows with contrasting white space that leaves you feeling. Yes. Feeling – anything.

I hated aspects of art in school. You know what it’s all about don’t you – spinning shit around the things you create and you’re point of view in order to make it seem more important and deep then it really is. Spinning a personal PR campaign around yourself and your work. I remember hearing about this instilation art that was a brick leaning on a lightbulb and my first thought was; “That’s shit!” but my second though was a bit of wonder at what the spin was on what that represented for the artist.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like to put huge exterior value on things I’m working on because it’s mostly for my own entertainment… or the fact that I’m not good about blowing smoke up people’s asses about me and what/why I think. It makes me uncomfortable to do that. IF you like things I do – say so. I’ll appreciate that and you know what – you don’t even have to tell me WHY. I don’t ever want to tell anyone – “You should love this!” because – you don’t have to! That’s the best part about art. You don’t have to like it.

I failed abstract collage.

HOW THE FUCK do you fail at collage? Especially when it’s about interpretation?

I don’t think it’s possible to fail at art. If I failed it was at selling my perspective.

Nobody has to like what you’re doing – but that doesn’t mean you’re expression or the act of expressing yourself was a failure. Do it because YOU want to. Enjoy the process.

Don’t buy a membership.

Besides – you know nothing you make will be worth a damn until you’re dead anyway.

As a side note – Let’s be friends because we have a common ground. A joint thought or perspective. We can even challenge each other to a point on perspective and point of view… but let’s not have a dialogue based on implied logic and fabricated inspiration.

Let’s not be friends because you feel you have to like my work because you know me – be my friend because something I’ve done, I’ve said, I’ve drawn – has spoken to you in some way or made you feel something.

You don’t have to pay to join my club. It’s free and there will not be any re-occurring fee’s. I won’t have “meet—ups” in areas or on nights where and when you cannot attend.

Thanks for popping by!

Christine