i’m not that knowledgeable about art. i mean, i know what i like, what’s aesthetically pleasing to me, but the openings i attend are few and far between and usually depend on how much free wine is being served. you’ll never find me standing in front of a piece, stroking my chin, and making grandiose statements.
don’t get me wrong, i DO enjoy art. but i have this problem. i want to TOUCH IT. especially oil paintings, where the brushstrokes are thick and gloppy and tactile. i want to run my fingers over them, feel their ridges, and think about the person who held the brush, if he or she felt the same way. i want to wrap my hand around a piece of sculpture, and squeeze it. see how cold or hot it is. how smooth or rough.
this, of course, is Not Allowed and many times i have been told to “step back, miss.” plus, we all know what happens to people who Touch The Art.
i guess this why i want to own artwork – so i can touch it as much (or as little) as i’d like.
one of my favorite artists is banks violette. i love his whole deal: the look, the attitude, the subject matter, the themes, the titles. i don’t want to say how it makes me feel, because that’s none of your business. but i really want to touch it:
ZODIAC (F.T.U.)/74 ironhead SXL, 2008-9
it makes me sad:
ghost and elyse marie pahler, from arroyo grande 7.22.95
it makes me scared:
it reminds me of being a teenager.
not yet titled (bergen chair), 2009
hate them, 2004