Artists began to desperately try to compete with the fast pace of mass media and often lost themselves in the process. By attempting to be original rather than speaking and creating from an inner truth, their work began to reflect the chaos of the modern age with its glut of meaningless and irrelevant imagery. Painting is the opposite of mass media, it requires slowing down, focus and the willingness to allow for intuition to appreciate depth, beauty, richness and the full range of emotions of humanness in a work of art. It is not bound by time. Artists began to feel the pressure of time, and stopped being interested in producing quality, which is time consuming, and instead slapped dashed unfinished work onto large canvasses. Similarly to how we have shortened words and phrases in language in order to produce text messages faster, painting began to look like shortened versions of itself…machines and mass media began to define art and culture in the world instead of art and culture influencing the world.
Artists stopped communicating with the deeper aspects of themselves, their souls and like the rest of society simply began to tread water to keep afloat. In fact art that showed aspects of soul of humanness of any kind was scorned as not being fashionable. Well I don’t want to be in fashion if Andy Warhol and Jeff Koons are dictating that fashion. They are not my role models. Paula Rego and Lucien Freud on the other hand are. Paula tells stories with her art, personal yet universally true. Lucien’s work is powerful and his figures make you look deeply at what it means to have a body…They are speaking their truth with their paintings and that is what makes them great, they are going against the enormous pull of the mass media, machine wave, and remaining true to themselves.
In my art I try to remain true to the little truths discovered in solitary moments which I consciously foster, whatever is of importance in my life and what I have observed in the living of it, be they stories, feelings or moods. Most recently I have the sense that we are losing touch with one another as humans, we don’t hug each other enough or if we do it is quick and in passing. By far we spend more time touching our keyboards than our loved ones, even our pets, unless they are sitting on our keyboards. Genuine hugging without an end goal of sex is a deeply enriching exchange of energy that we need in order to feel human, as is authentic conversation, slow paced without the intent of disseminating information. We are glutted with information but poverty stricken of meaning. We are coasting along the surface of life trying to be as happy and comfortable as we can, and don’t even realize how empty we feel inside. Armoured with positive thinking technologies we squelch any uneasiness. In this atmosphere it is difficult to give birth to great art with depth, when people are afraid of their boats being rocked. So they gravitate to kitsch because it is safe…and artists oblige by producing it.