I’m sure I’ve mentioned before (okay, several times) that my first ambition was to be an artist. I wanted to paint and live in Santa Fe. In most cases I envisioned myself as a very successful artist—in other words, wealthy; so the Santa Fe experience was not exactly starving artist territory. With more than I care to mention years under my belt, I can look back and realize what I really wanted was freedom. Being an artist was freedom of the mind, and being rich was freedom of all of the boring stuff people did to make a living. It was always just a fantasy life. A life seldom achieved by anyone.
Few artists are really free. They are most likely tormented by their failures, which are often on public display. All creative activities are subjective. One person might think your stuff is the best in the world, the next person says it’s trash. Intellectually that is easy to understand; but at some level it hurts to create and have anyone say it’s no good. Creating something, music, art, writing bares a private part of the artist.
During my on again off again activities as an artist, I’ve probably created a few hundred pieces of art; some good, some not so good. When I look at some of this art I did thirty, forty years ago it’s as if someone else did it. I have no memory of the art, or why I painted such a thing. Some of my earliest art was to decorate our house—sure couldn’t afford to buy anything. Here, I will sketch out something and we will tack it the wall, viola—a work of art? One of the strangest was when I decided an old abandoned (thrown away!) piece of barn door suddenly looked like art to me. I hung this very heavy object on our wall—it was okay until it wasn’t, things started to emerge. Decided the door was best left to the trash heap. Good art should not have things crawling on it.
Currently working on photographing all of my art. Hopefully, in the next few months will have most of the “good” stuff available to view (and purchase) in a new art gallery. This will include some digital pieces I did years ago, along with my acrylic paintings and watercolors. I have popped some of the digital work into this blog on occasion.
Once everything is up and running, I will let you know how to view the gallery. For now, there are some images available at www.tedclifton.com/artwork.htm
I have bitched and moaned about the lack of baseball for several months. Well, it looks like there will be baseball in a few weeks. I’ll have to find something else to bitch and moan about—but don’t worry already working on a list.
Have a free book promotion running Monday, July 13th on Amazon for Santa Fe Mojo. This is the first book in the Vincent Malone series. Malone is one of my favorite characters. A flawed loner who messed up his life by succumbing to his weaknesses. He’s someone who is comfortable being good or bad; based on the circumstances. Should have been a huge success, but with his fatal flaws, he became someone who just gets by. While running away from everything, he rediscovers his worth in Santa Fe, reluctantly helping others.