So, when the Muse hits, I find you should follow her. Or him. Or them. I know I have a muse. I wonder which one they are? Let me do a quick check.
I did a quick check. There are not a lot of Muses. There are nine of them. Most of them cover theater and poetry. I kind of lean more toward narrative and essay. I think I also lean toward comedy and history (my own); so, there's Thalia and Clio. Since Clio has been coopted by Madison Avenue, I feel I should go with Thalia, primarily. However, I have always been fascinated by advertising in all its forms; so Clio is in. Would I be tempting fate to make up my own muse? The gods and other folks in and around Mt. Olympus tend to frown on presumption. Hubris, if you will. So, we won't. My muse(s) however, keep leading me to one Msr. Jean Genet (seen above). What to make of this?
I did a quick check. There are not a lot of Muses. There are nine of them. Most of them cover theater and poetry. I kind of lean more toward narrative and essay. I think I also lean toward comedy and history (my own); so, there's Thalia and Clio. Since Clio has been coopted by Madison Avenue, I feel I should go with Thalia, primarily. However, I have always been fascinated by advertising in all its forms; so Clio is in. Would I be tempting fate to make up my own muse? The gods and other folks in and around Mt. Olympus tend to frown on presumption. Hubris, if you will. So, we won't. My muse(s) however, keep leading me to one Msr. Jean Genet (seen above). What to make of this?
Hold the presses! (And I wonder how many whipper-snappers nowadays actually know what the "Vvvvvvvrrrrrppppp" sound effect comes from. Maybe more than I think, as "vinyl" has made something of a comeback? Well, when I was a pup, pre-Hip-Hop on purpose record scratching; that sound was something you didn't want to hear. It meant you'd either bumped the turntable or accidentally hit the stylus with your hand, dragging it across the record. Now, this didn't neccessarily scratch the record but it could; which led to the annoying "record skip").
DETOUR:
I was going to write about Jean Genet; and I still plan to, just later. Right now I wanted to do some side-work, some tidying up, some checklisting. Some accounting...
So, where are we, here in the world of christopherfreidy.com (backslash) blogging? Well, actually, I'm pretty up to date. I have a habit. Some might call it a bad habit, although it's not neccessarily "bad"; it's just how I work. Or, I'm finding out, it's how I work, since this is the first time in my life I've blogged. I guess I got into it in earnest about two years ago. The blogging, that is. I will often start something and reach a point where I have another idea. I will stop and work on that idea; so, for a while there, I was ending up with a lot of unfinished blogs (unfinished business) that usually ended with the inconclusive coda: ...to be continued. And I'm happy to report that so far, EVERYTHING has been "continued" to completion! Except the Hallmark Christmas TV movie I'm working on. That was not supposed to be anything more than a one joke scene. But now, it's becoming a full-length script because the Muses are compelling me. The characters are demanding it. That happens sometimes. The characters you create will INSIST that you finish telling their stories; and if you don't, you end up with a nagging feeling. A guilty feeling. I'm all about telling GUILT to get lost nowadays. And nowanights!
That being said. There is one thing from an old blog that is not finished. And I promised I would finish it. And it is, 98% finished. I just need to kick myself in the butt to finish it...and I think a certain muse has already shown me the way. In my blog titled: Art Therapy from July of 2022, I wrote about transforming a piece of mass produced art into a new work by adding hip, ironical visual layering. It's a thing. Just look up "transforming thrift store art" or whatever. So, I ran out to Goodwill and this is what I found:
I was going to write about Jean Genet; and I still plan to, just later. Right now I wanted to do some side-work, some tidying up, some checklisting. Some accounting...
So, where are we, here in the world of christopherfreidy.com (backslash) blogging? Well, actually, I'm pretty up to date. I have a habit. Some might call it a bad habit, although it's not neccessarily "bad"; it's just how I work. Or, I'm finding out, it's how I work, since this is the first time in my life I've blogged. I guess I got into it in earnest about two years ago. The blogging, that is. I will often start something and reach a point where I have another idea. I will stop and work on that idea; so, for a while there, I was ending up with a lot of unfinished blogs (unfinished business) that usually ended with the inconclusive coda: ...to be continued. And I'm happy to report that so far, EVERYTHING has been "continued" to completion! Except the Hallmark Christmas TV movie I'm working on. That was not supposed to be anything more than a one joke scene. But now, it's becoming a full-length script because the Muses are compelling me. The characters are demanding it. That happens sometimes. The characters you create will INSIST that you finish telling their stories; and if you don't, you end up with a nagging feeling. A guilty feeling. I'm all about telling GUILT to get lost nowadays. And nowanights!
That being said. There is one thing from an old blog that is not finished. And I promised I would finish it. And it is, 98% finished. I just need to kick myself in the butt to finish it...and I think a certain muse has already shown me the way. In my blog titled: Art Therapy from July of 2022, I wrote about transforming a piece of mass produced art into a new work by adding hip, ironical visual layering. It's a thing. Just look up "transforming thrift store art" or whatever. So, I ran out to Goodwill and this is what I found:
I pretty much launched into the project and was finished in a couple of weeks; but then I stopped. I stopped because of the last final detail. Why? Because it required detail work. I hate detail work. I like the "broad stroke" approach. So, I want to show you what I have thus far; and I know this will spur me to finish and then I won't have any unfinished business here and I will be able to sleep without that nagging feeling. You know that nagging feeling? The one when you misplace something and you know you didn't LOSE it; but then, you still can't find it and then you start praying to Saint Anthony (the Patron Saint of Lost Items) or proclaiming "Nothing Is Lost In Christian Science!" three times, out loud; because your friend Terry Sue told you it worked; and sure enough, it usually does. Like nine times out of ten?
Terry Sue Starker, seen on left.
Drum roll please...!
Drum roll please...!
So, this is what I have so far with my hip, ironical thrift-store retro-fit. Or should that be Futoro-fit?
You may recall the title of this painting (in its original form) is "French Cottage." Thus, the France reference. Here's the fellah holding me up:
He's all out of whack, from a perspective, perspective; but at this point, I'm not redoing him. I'm just gonna finish him. But now, I think Msr. Genet has to join the party! So, I will repost the final, finished product, hopefully soon. And not in another two years. But don't hold me to that, s'il vous plait. But while you wait, how about passing some time with this delightful Francophile, Mme. Seberg. I wonder if she ever met Msr. Genet. She must've. She was married to one of them there existentialists--err--Existentialists? Existentially adjacent? He didn't deserve her.
More to come? Oui!
When?
Quoi?
Quelle absurd!
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When?
Quoi?
Quelle absurd!
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