How It’s Made: Landscape Painting
I used to dabble in landscape painting myself. I painted stripes on a parking lot. I bet this guy would suck at that. His brushes are too small.
Jackson Pollock Eat Your Heart Out
Y’know, I was a bit of an artist myself. But I didn’t paint sunsets or pretty women or anything like that. Instead, I made state IDs. That was my little art project. I would come up with a fake name and made-up credentials which would wildly differ in each card. Then, for the photo, I would dress up and wear make-up to change my appearance. I’d basically come up with an imaginary person with each state ID I created. I would even pretend to be that imaginary person sometimes.
Later, I discovered that I was what they called a “con-artist”, and apparently it was illegal. Some people just don’t understand art, do they?
Go Joe Whale!
Joe Whale is a Shropshire lad with a either a knack or a gift for doodling, depending on how you look at it. His regular teachers thought it was a curse. Luckily, his parents weren’t having any of it, and encouraged l’il Joe to keep on trucking, and doodling. They enrolled him in after-school art classes, and he flourished with a little encouragement. His art teacher posted some of his work on social media, where it became a minor hit. That led a local restaurant to offer Joe a gig decorating their walls. Doodling on a pad is one thing, decorating whole walls is another entirely. The restaurant’s faith in Joe was rewarded with an endlessly interesting wallscape, and lots of nice publicity. Doodle on, Joe!
Art Is Hard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSQvx8mnLbY
I’m not an artist, nor have I ever claimed to be one. My watercolors are weak, my oil paintings are a mess, and my sculptures are all mesas done with mashed potatoes. I am not an artist. Not one iota of me knows how to manipulate the physical world to create something visually pleasing. I know better than to call myself a modern artist or a post-modernist, because I have at least a shred of dignity. I’d rather be called a regular ole hack than a post-modernist. At least I’m self-aware. I know I’m complete garbage. You don’t have to dress it up with a fancy name that has its own college degree and $80,000 of student debt.