Today I was walking along Hernandez Macias and coming towards me, on the other side of the street was a walking piece of art.
This man is brilliant.
He has combined Art, an Artist’s name, Performance Art, a bedazzler and created something quite wonderful and unique.
I did wonder however, what he would do if his favorite artist had been Michangelo.
And I also wondered if he had a fascination with four letter word artists.
So I looked up Four Letter Artists. Haven’t a clue who any of these people are but my Dali friend, no doubt, has lots of T Shirt possibilities. I would,however, caution him on the last one.
Herb Aach (1923–1985)
Pacita Abad (1946–2004)
Josef Abel (1768–1818)
Bapu (born 1933)
Henry Lamb (1883–1960)
Sir Anthony van Dyck (1599–1641)
I was sitting in the Jardin when my girlfriend Sophie as a joke (she is zo zany) said she was going to draw angel wings on my hand.
The Pen, my liverspots, join the dot and voila (that is french) I had my inspiration for my new art theme.
Here I am in a town full of liverspots. They are a virtual canvas for me.
She got a bit upset because I was drawing on her hand and Sophie had to hold her down but we got a great picture.
I will be having an showing March 3, at 23 Recreo in the Art Spotte Gallery from 7:00 to 8:00. Please come
My plate is quite full this year – doing art and mastering spanish but I think I need to fill it even fuller. On Saturday, I was invited along with 723 people to Anado McLauchlin‘s opening of the Chapel of Jimmy Ray outside of San Miguel.
I think I need to Become Anado McLauchlin but he scares me for several reasons. First he doesn’t wear a beret. In fact he looks more like an member of ZZ Top than an artist. I don’t think I could grow that much hair but I am going to try. Secondly he actually sells art. I know people in San Miguel who own his art and have shown it to me.
Then there is his art. It doesn’t look like art. I saw dolls, tiles, wine bottles, beads, fingers, hands, tiny doors in his art. He doesn’t seem to draw but I am sure he does if he calls himself an artist.
Let me give you an idea from this picture. This building is beside the Chapel of Jimmy Ray. Oh yes, it didn’t seem to be a church but a building full of Anado’s his art and another guy who had taken pictures of naked people in strange places
I saw a line up to climb the stairs into this structure. Of course I climbed the stairs and found a composting toilet – well two to be exact. I never knew an outhouse could be art. See why this man is so scary. Yesterday I bought some magic markers and had Gwen draw something on one of the toilets in my place and I signed it.
Here in front of us where two American gals in the back of a truck. Now American women don’t get in the back of a truck willingly unless something important requires them to. I just knew these gals were headed to Anado’s.
In fact when we got there Sophie (more about her in another post) asked them why they were in the back of a truck and they made some excuse about the front being full and good manners and guests but I know the real reason was that Anado asked them to.
See even the arch is Art and look at the line-up to see Anado’s art. That man is a genius.
Not only that there were lots of people dressed really weird. Now to say someone is dressed really weird in San Miguel is quite a stretch but these people were really weird. I watched Anado and he didn’t seem to notice. Not only did they dress weirdly, they were acting weird too. One girl in white lay on on the ground and writhed a bit.
And these ladies found it weird too as they took her picture.
I guess I have a long way to go to Becoming Anado McLauchlin. I have to grow my hair, find some little used dolls, marry a man, drink a lot of wine to get some wine bottles, move to the country, find weirder people. This is going to be a lot of work
I was rejected by every art gallery in San Miguel.
Art owners can be a nasty bunch and if I hear the word talent again I am going hit someone with my number 8 pencil.
It is almost impossible to get a toe hold inside one of these galleries unless you have ‘talent.’
I think that is unfair. Talent is judged by consumers not distributors. If someone buys your art then you have talent. These gallery owners aren’t buying but merely displaying your art.
No matter what I said or did after showing them my portfolio – not a single one would have an opening for me.
I was rather discouraged until I looked in Atencion and found under Que Pasa a listing for an Art Show in Parque Juarez.
I got up early and headed to Parque Juarez.
Imagine my delight in seeing Rogue Artists displaying their treasures in Parque Juarez.
One Rogue Artist even had little easels for them. It was like a little cane to help them.
These Rogue Artists didn’t need a Gallery.
They simply used what was available in Parque Juarez to show their talent.
Art was propped up against walls or set on big easels for everyone to see.
There was no Art attitude – just that Rogue Attitude that says I am going to do this no matter what the Art Establishment has to say.
It is like that Helen Reddy song “I am Woman” except this is “I am Artist” – see what I painted.
It was like saying – my Art is Fragile but these Stones will protect it until you buy it.
Or maybe it was part of the Art. I never understand some Art.
Do you know who that is?
means that people are paying attention and are picking up your Artistic Aura.
The Beret helps.
No one but an artist and some athletes who wore Roots Berets during the Olympics.
So I have spent a lot of time lately, walking by people in my Beret and disappearing into Artistic Places.
This day I decided to climb up some stairs in one of the buildings near the Jardin.
It adds to the mystery and makes people say
I wonder where that Artist is going.
I had to stay up the stairs for about an hour before I came back out. It was a hotel so I sat in lobby
I saw photographs displayed in an Art Gallery. At first I though they were advertising local restaurants and bars but when I looked carefully I saw that there pictures of people and buildings and skies. They were on display as Art. I didn’t know you could take a picture and call it Art.
We used to just call those Snaps.
As I started to talk to people in the galleries, I heard them talk about famous photographers such as Anson Williams. I thought he was an actor in Happy Days but they talked on and on about him and other people I had never heard of.
This gave me an idea. All you need is a camera and a snap. So I found this picture of a flower seller in the Jardin and Voila (I do like to speak in tongues) I had some new art.
There is a library in Patzcuaro that has a big picture in it. The door was open and The Author, The Jock and The Professor ran in to see it.
The Professor knew all about it but I found a little picture that numbered each part of the picture with an explanation of what was going on. I studied it for a minute and joined them.
Here she is asking the Local Priest if he knows a good place to buy Folk Art cheap.
But he answers her in Spanish so she doesn’t understand.
She does, however, see the sign with the word Utopia and spends the next few days looking for a Folk Art Shop called Utopia in Patzcuaro.
She does not find Utopia until she is back in San Miguel
The Professor didn’t like my interpretation. He said something about historical inaccuracy.
We couldn’t find any Art Galleries in Patzcuaro.
At first, we thought there might not be any Artists there, but everyone talks about Patzcuaro in San Miguel so we knew a few must have drifted there.
Then we found that the Art appears to be in the Mercado without fanfare and signs.
Here the Author found a wonderful sculpture with no name nor attributed to any Artist. There it was, just sitting on a clever wooden crate among the fruits and vegetables. How brilliant was that?
The artists in Patzcuaro are so subtle and not in your face like they are in San Miguel.
We were going to buy it but the Professor’s car is too small and it was a big piece.
I think I will have Gwen draw it.