"There's actually an odd correlation between these ideas: poetry is either inadequate, even immoral, in the face of human suffering, or it's unprofitable, hence useless. Either way, poets are advised to hang our heads or fold our tents. Yet in fact, throughout the world, transfusions of poetic language can and do quite literally keep bodies and souls together - and more." The Guardian (UK) 11/20/06
My youngest son, Dylan Thomas, loves music. One of his favorites is “We’re Having a Party” by Sam Cook. When my daughter was very young we convinced her to ignore her nighttime fears of sleeping alone, by playing the Robert Cray tune “Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark”. She still considers it HER song. Songs make money… songs are respectable.
In Santa Fe, there are a number of bookstores that specialize in Art Books. Unfortunately, the criteria for admission to their shelves involve one of the following:
- Native American (for the tourists)
- Thomas Kincade
I’m still not won-over with the idea of prints, but I like the concept of making a book featuring numerous reproductions of my work. I’ve tossed around the idea of creating a couple art books of my own work. Each book is a different locale, with paintings in place of photographs and descriptions of place and the reason for making the painting in place of narrative.
Although, I suppose, I’d have to do one of the following to sell the book from the shelf of a retail shop:
- Lie about my heritage
- Paint Crap
I’m not really that pessimistic… no that’s not true, either. – DN