Seattle syndromeMy god, when they'd saySeattle syndrome by Philliewig
We're all the lucky ones
When they'll say
We're the fortunate ones
While here we're stigmatic
Bleeding to the sound of drums.
We are the medicated ones;
The dedicated ones,
Stricken with the Seattle syndrome,
Praying for heroin and heroines
All within the confines of a shot glass.
We are the pretenders
To the bone and satin throne;
I am light suspended,
The anhedonic imbecile,
Symptomatic of the fattened men,
Of weary men.
We are the stricken ones,
The afflicted ones.
Here we are as a thousand suns
At home under the naked trees,
Hand over fist below the king of hearts
And the queen of clubs.
Here we glorify the dying life,
And deify the sullen;
Wasting hours edifying those stricken
All for favor of venerating the dead.
Here we are:
And neither bang nor whimper could
Show us strength in these spring morning rains,
Gray waters thrown together in duffle bags-
So carrion serves to announce our arrival
In thunderclaps and dull roars;
Pale ghosts cast aside
sin-eaterHow I wish to be a sin eater,sin-eater by Philliewig
Here among silent faces
Here in this place of a thousand suns
Here where only the wild ones grow.
Here I'd wish to be a sin eater,
Where neatly hung up, rows of crosses-
How I'd wish to be your sin eater
Where only white lilacs bloom,
Where I'd come up for air
-where I'd go and find them there.
But here I'd like to lay a while:
Neither I nor you in satin there,
Confessed things, professed things-
All in all to precipitate
The growing silence.
And here I'd like to lay a while
And how I'd like to take you away,
Some day before the drone hour,
Out there beyond the stone flowers.
And how I wish to be a sin eater,
How I'd wish for us to be brave;
One by one the lights go down
Until at last
These northern lights are snuffed.
And now eyes that may never meet
Hands which would never meet
Are clasped under the brave new skies;
They shudder in a brave new world.
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"-'What is art to you?'
Something that elicits a response from the viewer AND the artist, be it emotional, psychological, intellectual, physical, etc. The key thing is that there must be a connection between the piece and BOTH the artist and the viewer. I feel that an 'artist' is someone who can make that emotional investment into a piece and share that attachment with the public. I personally respect the more avant-garde art styles more than traditional representational styles, simply because it is harder to elicit that crucial response from the viewer, and much, much harder to form that bond with the piece as an artist."
Ever since I've started painting and creating what I consider to be 'art', a lot of people have asked me "why?" and "how?". When I paint, I try to capture the essence of the moment I'm in. I try to create something that will elicit an emotional reaction from the viewer. The deconstruction of figures, scenes and objects are intentional to leave everything to the interpretation of the viewer. The less I show and the more I suggest and imply, the more I put into the hands of the individual viewer. The more ambigious the piece is (in my opinion), the more the viewer can put of themselves into the interpretation. Often, this interpretation dramatically differs from my personal feelings to any given piece. Where I see pain, others might see happiness. Where I express anger, others interpret peace.
During the creation process, I emotionally compromise myself to open that door that so many insist on keeping sealed shut. I let out all the pent up rage, depression, anxiety and insecurity and pour it onto the palette and onto the canvas. I generally don't plan works out (in fact, I try to avoid preplanning), as I feel that act of planning kills the spontanious energy that I seek in my pieces. I let the piece work itself out, making on-the-spot decisions on what I'll do next, what steps to take and what ideas I want to get across.
I don't create because I want to get famous, get rich or anything like that. I create because I have to. The catharsis I experience while creating is unlike anything I've ever felt, and I need that catharsis to survive. In viewing my work, you are taking a revealing look into how I view this world of ours.
Welcome to my perception of our reality.