It has been a while. I’m still here. I still make stuff. I am happy, I am sad. I am like this drawing; I exist as individual dots that, when seen from a distance, seem to imply a coherent whole, but, in fact, there are only individual, isolated dots. And what do they imply? A dot. An implied dot.
Just one, single, implied dot.
©2017 Stuart Dummit
Electronic ink on virtual paper. Protopostartistic Artifact.
Electronic Drawing protopostartistic artifact. ©2017
©2016 Stuart Dummit (Protopostartistic Artifact – electronic drawing – unsigned)
This is an electronic drawing. It was originally called “Sore Muscle” but I realized that it was speaking to something more than my physical muscles, but my emotional and spiritual ones as well. I place this image here as a reminder to myself that becoming strong is not a static goal, it is a process, just as any status, any state of being. If it becomes still, static, fixed, it is essentially dead and not goal worthy. The undulating, writhing, roiling mass of blood and flesh, sensation and desire must be marshaled and made to service something greater. What, I am not sure.
- My Heart is Exposed
- My Heart is Exposed: Breached
- My Heart is Exposed: Murdered
- My Heart is Exposed: Alive
There is nothing real here, only the exposure of my heart. The cool pain of nakedness. The fear of discovery. The remorse of trust.
©2016 Stuart Dummit.
I have been writing. I have been writing stories that I want to integrate into a larger story that chronicles a series of defining developments in the lives of a small group of characters. With each of these characters I find that there is something about a crow that resonates. I recall a line from Martin Scorsese’s film Kundun where the sister of the future Dalai Lama recalls the birth of her brother: ‘…there were crows.’ Yes. There will be crows.
There Was A Crow.
©2016 Stuart Dummit
Again, is it “art” if one of the tools used to create it has a mind (algorithm) of its own? Is it “art” if it is just well crafted? Is it “art” if it has no purpose other than to break up space on the wall behind your couch? I think it makes no sense to be so divisive. That is, until divisiveness is in my own best interest, and then I’m all for it. One must fight art disease at every turn. [The term art disease was coined in the 1970s by conceptual artist Richard Olson who defined it in terms of “the hardening of the categories.”]
With that bit of stupidity out of the way, I present to you a recent example of my electronic drawing, painting, and/or print making. The question is really, “does it make you feel anything? Is there an emotional response?” (and, again, not a rhetorical question.)
“I Am” Electronic Print. ©2016 Stuart Dummit