If There Is A Genuine Need It Will Be Met

My Cat And Me

“My Cat and Me Make Ca-Ca on Dow Jones. We Scratch Out His Industrial Average Eyeballs” 2006. Acrylic on paper, 17 X 25″

Note on painting: To exemplify culture reading ability of creative class. Back in 2006 I was so sick of hearing about the daily Industrial Average building, and building, and building. It just didn’t make visual sense to me. I lived in the boondocks  and was seeing farmer neighbors with $40,000 pick-up trucks, and old septic tank houses selling at huge profits. At the time I knew something was very wrong with the economy. A couple years later… Crash! I sold this painting at a show a year later. The lady wrote me a check. And I tore it up.

The check. Not the painting.

Three days ago I was in A.C. Moore holding on tight to my 40% off coupon before the rows of studio canvases. Coveting. Coveting. I came very close to buying a 10-pack of 11 X 14’s. I have frames for that size a friend donated last year. I could spend just a little to keep me satisfied for a week or two.

No. Must hold out. Must turn around and leave. Will power. I made a pact with my wife back in December. No art supplies purchased until our daughter gets her dowry. We will make austerity pay. Paint on the roadside curb. Paint dead leaves. Paint rocks. Just no more investment until wedding bells ring.

I made it out of the store without a purchase. Not even a $.50 squeeze bottle of craft paint of tropical blue, a color I can’t mix to, no matter how hard I try.

Success! Then depression, and emptying an old school desk full of nails and what-nots in the basement and bringing it up to the dining room. “Well, I guess I’ll just start painting the furniture.”

Paint supply depleting. Mixing with gesso. Low as a painter goes, and then…

My good friend Dan the professor stopping by last night to drop off leftover student paint and two painted canvases.

Yes, 11 X 14″.

Henry Miller wrote about the magic that happened to him in a super economy whenever his need molecules began choking the ether above and below. Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch. It’s a great read for poor painters. Unfortunately, very few writers like Henry exist in the Internet age.

Thank you Dan for the creative boost. May you get to Big Sur one day. We will visit, bearing gifts of good olive oil and a bag of fresh parsley to season your humble stew.





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