Some time ago I set out to start writing about art. This creates a strange paradox for me. On the surface I should be well qualified to write about art. I've been creating art since I could hold a pencil, I majored in art in college, I have a pretty broad knowledge of art history, and most of my work life involved art in some form or another. However, somehow I feel like I know nothing about art. I haven't paid much attention to the fine art world for years, and I really struggle with understanding some of the avant garde trends of the last half century. Actually I couldn't even come up with an example of current avant garde art. I am clueless about aesthetics and haven't read a word of art criticism in probably half a century. I only darkened the door of the Walker a couple of times since they moved into the new building. I rarely go to galleries and I very rarely have a conversation about art. So that's where I'm coming from as I start this endeavor.
So here's the approach I'm thinking about. I will be spewing my thoughts about art in general. I'm also going to use this as a journal to record my thoughts about my art practice and feature some artists, contemporary and from the past, that I admire and that inspire me. And of course there will be a certain amount of shameless self promotion.