So, Can I Make Art?

By most standards, maybe. But really the main thing that makes art, is not whether people believe that what has been produced is art. But rather if the creator has absolutely no embarrassment about their own work. If an artist is confident their work is what they wanted and no one can tell them otherwise, then what has been created is art. But one must remember, not all art is good art. If you throw some paint onto a canvas or put a sentence down on paper you can call it art, but how much thought can be put into or even onto that single focal point?

If just by giving the art piece a single glance one can tell everything that they believe is meant or even needed to be said about it, then the art piece is not good art. If the art is simple yet many thoughts or different meanings can be pulled out of it then the art is god.

Take, for example these lyrics from a Interpol Song entitled "Take you on a Cruise"

"Tears drown in the wake of delight

there's nothing like this built today

You'll never see a finer ship

or receive a better tip in your life"

Now the first two lines of this song, not too confusing, sad... yes, but none the less understandable. Now the last two lines could be seen in two main different perspectives. The first view being that by a ship the singer means that he's ready to be steady with the girl. And by tip, he means a hint that she's the one for him.

The second perspective is slightly more graphic (cover your children's eyes please) By ship the singer is referring to his (car?). And mostly the latter part is referring to how his d**k is the best thing that the lady will ever lay her eyes upon.

Now which version of these lyrics do i personally believe is the correct metaphor? Personally i would like to imagine the first set of meanings but the odds of that being the correct answer is about 50% (who would've thought!).

So with as many meanings as there could be for just that one subject the lyrics are truly art. Would you be able to think that hard about a splatter of paint on a canvas? Maybe.

Think about that,

~Cring

Putting the "art" back into... Poetry?

Recently I wrote a sonnet to help prove a point. I wasn't feeling sad or anything when I wrote it, I just happened to be looking out over a freeway and thinking about all the death that happens upon it. So for some odd reason, i have now decided to begin to write random samples of poetry and post them onto my blog. Why? Because then it gets out into the public and then I have to let all the ideas in my head out. Otherwise I will come up with only a half-assed censored poem. Half-assed censored poems are the epitome of evil...

Now why poetry on an art blog? Because one of the ideas that i would like to try to get across to you is that writing is a type of Art. Just like a painting, poetry can strike a certain chord with you that would you wouldn't have expected it to have. Like for example, last week i wrote that poem and then posted it. Several days later i went back and re-read it. I found it to be a really simple, yet effective poem. If you ever think that a poem someone does is good and you really enjoy it, tell the author that makes them very happy to hear... Unless it is actually a private poem meant for only one person. Then it could be a bad idea. But on the rare occasion where that might occur perhaps you could give them some pointers.

If their poem has really no rhyme scheme to it, then maybe you should try to help them make one up.

Like this one - (*note I found this in my house somewhere..not sure where but it is a good example, of what not to do)

*Edit: I found out I wrote this in an earlier time in my life (middle school-ish)

The world sighs when she laughs,
when she speaks the gets brighter,
when she cries the world weeps,
when she sighs the gets lighter... (kill me now...plz!)

Her movement, smooth and calm,
her her hair so light and blonde,
it moves with her in sync, as she goes
Her eyes so gentle, so caring...

Her voice like an orchestra
on their last concert, their best
She smiles like only angels can
So soft, so perfect, so...her

When Times are bad, shes there
She shows how much she can care
you get the warm and fuzzies,
when she comes you feel light as air

So many words to describe her,
too few to case the booth
she is complete and perfect in every way
I wish she knew the truth....

This poem could be changed to be a lot better, If i was to re-write this poem it would go like this (note-I still could make improvement but it is getting late)-


The World follows her every move,
Everyone bows before her feet,
the one who stands behind with love
ever-afraid of loves only defeat,

Her movement so smooth with a chance,
Her hair so light and blonde,
they move together like two lovers in a dance,
her eyes convey more than she will say,

Hey voice is that of fantasy,
like an orchestra on the finale,
when she smiles, what a release of ecstasy,
Her thoughts surely are good within the tally,

When times go dark, She is the light,
She will show how much she cares,
when I see her, my heart fills with delight,
when she passes by I feel light as air,

So many words for such beauty,
too few to case the booth,
with the feelings so strong, truly
I wish she knew the truth...

Comment if you think i should change any of it...

Think about that,
~Cring

A feeling not many earthly people get to expierience

So as some of you may or may not know a game was released today, called Super Smash Bros Brawl. What feeling is it that i am talking about? How about the feeling of being so excited that you own it but can't play it or even touch it due to what i like to call the divorce effect. Since my parents are about as split up



as this sentence(I may want to add some more lines in between). I am currently about 20 miles from being remotely close to touching the game. I would also have to swim quite a bit to reach it also... stupid bay.... Oh well i was going to tell you what this feeling that few of you may ever get to feel is like. So imagine that you body is a balloon, okay? now slowly air is entered into you you slowly swell up until you become three times as big as what you originally were. Now you are put close to a flame which makes all the little Oxygen molecules inside you go crazy... Slowly the pressure and excitement continue to build until you almost cant handle it anymore! Just when you think that you are about to finally lose control and explode, you don't the feeling doesn't end, you just seem to be able to hold more air inside of you. In short the feeling is a bit like that. It the excitement that bubbles up into you very being. Some of you may be saying, wow that guy is obsessed with games, not entirely true. The reason that i write about this is not to say how awesome the game is going to be, but to explain that sometimes if you go to an art museum and you see a piece of art that just screams at you about how amazing it is. You may just feel a feeling very similar to what i have described. I just want you to know that you are not the only one, others have found things that give them the "hit" of excitement that you have felt. Others have found it just like you have, serendipitously or otherwise.

In one second your whole mood can change
Think about that,
~Cring

Art for Photoshop

Recently I started to draw in an art journal. You know a sketch pad. So after several designs I decided that I should make my idea look better for viewers. So I took some of my favorites and scanned them into the computer.

This picture I liked and decided to turn into something a little more interesting (trust me when i say that it is hard to keep an image the same size)



I had some real progress going on this one but my computer crashed, yet again teaching me the value of saving often. Some of you can't tell but I was trying to show how drug(bad) and drug(good) are intertwined.


I also liked this one


The last one that I would like to share with you at the moment is this one immediately the first thing you may see is a "womanly" figure, i must assure you that this is accidental. I actually did not mean to have that happen.

Until next time
~Cring

The World According to Art

Now some of you mmay not get the irony or the parody of the title of this post. What irony you ask? How about how art is influenced by society and therefor the art itself is not a criticism of the world but rather a compliment. Now the parody of the title is that there is a book by a similar name known as The World According to Garp. The book itself is a book of interest to some, I myself found it (let's just say I never finished it).

Any who, let's talk about art! First thing I would like to talk about is how art is more than influenced by the world. If the world did not exist there would be no art. not because people would not be around to make art but because, simply there would be nothing to make art of. For example (musically) if you have a song by some emo-punk band that is all about how the singer got dumped simply because he was too caring, and now he is too sad to go on with life and yada yada yada... You get the idea. The song, in question would not be made at all if the singer had never been dumped (it would also help if the world didn't hate emo-punk singers).

Now another type of art that is inexplicably affected by the surrounding events is writing. What!?!? Writing, a type of art? NOooo!!! I don't believe it! Yes, Writing. Everyone knows how and everyone does this type of art. Whether it is meant to be art or not, doesn't matter it is still a wholly unique art-style. Poetry is by far the best example, who is to say that if I strung some random words together that it isn't art? What if I was to type a sonnet such as-

Walking through the streets I see hope and sin
I stare and stare until I feel blinded
what hope, what misery has fallen here?
like see-saws it balances back and forth
more hope more sin it is never ending
I feel a tug, a grasp so tight on me
a push, a shove, a pull, a free feeling

Who is to say that those words put in that order isn't art? Who is to say that someone else could've put those exact same words in that order? The point is is that I did it first and the point i make is more important than the order or the actual literal words.

Think about that,
~Cring