Monday, October 16, 2006
"The Suicide of Dorothy Hale" Frida Kahlo
I think my medium is painting. I honestly never heard or viewed Kahlo's work until my gallery owner told me my things reminded him of her. I then proceeded to read about her and appreciated her art, although I found it rather narcissistic and self-pitying - despite the fact her admirers insist otherwise. In my opinion they are wrong.
Yet her somber message is something I also try to convey in my art, using as she did, the archetype of Spanish colonial retablo and ex-votos. (We are both derivative in that respect.) I just cannot convey in writing what I can in painting. For me, painting documents life much more satisfactorily; that is why I use art in my posts - and that is because I'm not a very talented writer.
I'm rapidly losing interest in the blog. I am so bored with Catholic blogs and the controversies, with the gossip and sarcasm. A lot of hot air. My post, "The Waiting Room" - written while I was at the auto dealership was meant to express that. Jabber, jabber, jabber - about nothing.
Who cares? I don't care if the priests of NYC are trying to get rid of Egan. I don't care if the SSPX gets reunited with Rome. I don't really care if Flynn gets replaced in MPLS/STPAUL. I honestly don't care that Fr. Altier was transferred from St. Agnes. In fact, I don't care about a lot of things. I think it's the political climate with the elections coming up that I feel this way - that it's all such bull-shit. "Hot air!" as Fr. Eckert would say. Is blogging really contributing to anything meaningful in life? (My blog that is - although I'm pretty bored with the ones I visit as well.)
Maybe I need a break. I know I have to start painting.