tales of the disgrutle adjuncts

some of the new paintings i am working on"green maze"

One of my good friends, who is an adjunct,
and ill let that be a mystery as to who and what this means
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but on saturday, i ended up talking to these fellows 50 plus male single artist types, and they have an adjunct job, and lest just say there something awful about the hippy come latly types of fellows, 50 plus, artist types, awful in regards to their trying to perce the markect something thats in there grasp, but oh so far away.
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well i on saturday i was talking to this one fellow an artist i respect and is very known here in the Texas seen, at least from what i know, but whats ruined it was the desperations to depend on this bullshit of teaching, and not going out an conquring the markect, its something about the hippys of the 70's i found queer,
they gave up and became pissed off and sorta sullen about what the art world means,
maybe its too much sucess in the begining, and for some a private activity compermised by billls and respect.
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where did the 1930's go?
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i ended up talking to this one guy, for a while on saturday about what an art career was, and why he was buned out on it,?
i always say, maturing means, talking yourself too seriously, and sillyness and stupidity is of the youth, , but maybe its the only place creativity could live, flamboint and wild with out the judement of respect, and value cost and what am i worth, my work.
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this other guy, i have to keep the name off the record, but he is at its end , got fired form being an adjuct, and now is faced with real life, all at the age of 60, and what do you do, the cynicism of life and what not,
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i ended up listing to him all last night as he rambled on drunk and sorta perplexed about his voyages with women, and the sallowness of the art markects( something the hippys purist never seem to accpet)
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well i do worry about him, much like my family who covents the final act of one's life, as a shakespearian drama about to unfold in the demise of ones character to ones vises, and then its over, your deal, you closed the book.
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but what can you do when you post your vanitys to that of the youth drugs and sex, it must be hard for a hippy to die
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and a youth thats spoil by lack of excitement as we all creep to the old age?
maybe they just don't know how to die basicly?
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but back to this one guy,
well i ended up talking to two fellows one is a good frined, and the other i meet just once, the famous Texas artist, (as a matter of facts 50Tex fame) you would think with that momentum what could stop ya,?
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well life!
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ill tell ya, one thing bill warned me about, he is the one, on the true verge, don't start this kinda gig, it don't work assholes like us, fuck this shit up so bad, eventualy, and i agree, there i something about this i have never trusted form the begining, its a distruption of the private world of making things to this public display, or charged dramas of fellow artists, well there is nothing wrong with it ,.,.,.but there is something unsettling about it, like, it would seem to me that artistic creations seem to exist in a realm where the romatic spirt flursishes, a total egotiscal flight ,but i would digreses it the ego that, would have you beleive your on to something, well
at least enjoy it!, the activity?
all the art bs seem nothing more that effective lawyering, and that is the cold reality of art today,
gone are the days of the romantic,
but this is Texas
a place where, egotism- romance and peer presure crubble under a microstage, with no much of an audices..
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Posted by chickengeorge at February 12, 2007 1:09 AM