The Gods Envy Us

lazy art number 3Editor’s note:

Please excuse the logic from the following piece. The tortured author was locked in his apartment for a rainy Sunday afternoon and took to watching the great classics, Troy, Clash of the Titans, Basquiat, and began pondering a simple philosophy of art as ancient religion, and if artists are Gods giving birth to their creations, will it kill the creator when it grows up?

“The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” (Troy: Achilles)

I just want everything to be clear, uncluttered and obvious without reproach when I get it all wrong. The fear is to get it all wrong in the end – to drop the bomb to stop the war and end up in a toxic arms race for the next 30 years. You don’t know in the conception stage if the creation will turn out evil and rebel against you like a the son of a Greek king. Will it kill you in your sleep and renounce the love you thought existed. We are masters of ourselves, and the watchful beings above are there to make sure we don’t get out of hand.

What do mortals do when the creativity Gods continually fuck with our minds? Do you turn to drink and drugs like a cliche creative sob-story ready for a TV docudrama regurgitation of a plotline? Is it acceptable to sit back and let it all play out as they like? Let the images from our paintings and photographs bully us into self-loathing and despair. The abstract painting demands red instead of blue so I sit there in front of the canvas and do as it commands. Then when I try to sleep the demon beast invades my thoughts and dreams, taunting me with shapes and colors I can’t translate into reality.

“We can do it,” says reason, we can renounce the Gods and bring them to their knees. We can destroy the Mona Lisa and set fire to every painting we did, crush the statues and delete all the images. I close my eyes and almost feel the Nirvana of an Art free, madness-not world. Then faith opens a doorway to fear and we kneel before the darkness, praying for protection and salvation. Save every picture and each stupid sketch. Nothing can be lost – for it means that nothing ever mattered.

The Gods need us, they need us because we enable their existence. Because without us to imagine their lips and lungs, they would have no breath to take. A symbiosis is always existing, one feeding the other and taking life somewhere else. Hope, fear, and faith. Love, philosophy and hate. I’m going g places in my heads. The painting doesn’t exist without the painter, the picture needs the person to exist.

Images suggest stories and colors with shapes, and they demand a symphony of understanding – creating a clear flow between each other and giving the viewer a sense of intuitive understanding. No thinking is required for faith in art. No emphathy is need to kill the creation.

Even the creator doesn’t understand it
No need to look for a deeper meaning, for none exists
I was just fucking around, there is no genius here
The creation and the conception are not the same

The Gods envy us. They envy us because they can not create, but only observe the creator of their beings. The painting hangs on the wall and wonders what it would be like to build a human from DNA fragments and bits of bio-paint.

lazy art number one

3 thoughts on “The Gods Envy Us

  1. melania says:

    You paint on top of everything else? I especially like the 3rd one (feels gentle and furious at the same time). Achilles’ quote is beautiful and makes me think of the opposite, the idea of eternal return, as explained by Milan Kundera in the “Unbearable Lightness of Being” – Chapter 1. (can be read on amazon)

    I’ve been wondering what qualifies as “art”. If you frame and/or present something properly, then anything and everything is “art”. Film any period of your day (or sleep as I believe Warhol did) and that becomes “art” – or self-indulgent crap.

    Maybe we have no will and the gods act through us at every moment.

    And then there’s this gorgeous, and I can’t wait to go see, new museum in our hoods, which makes me feel even more that we’re living in the future of a 70s sci-fi movie:

  2. Mark says:

    Indeed, painting is way more fun than photography, at least, if you’re into the paint throwing part like I am. I’ll check out the “Unbearable Lightness of Being” and thanks for the link to the Swiss Tree museum, that place looks wicked awesome.

  3. Marshall Calvert says:

    Disagree with some of your theology however I like your art. Its nice to see something different than the normal perfectly blended lines made to look like everything else. 12/5

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