How does one start a blog? Like opera, there's no sense to it but it's worth something. Ho hum...another artist's diary? I don't understand the popularity of blogging, but I think it was all created just for me. With joyous me-titude, which is probably what you were expecting, I'll try to offer something worthwhile before my epitaph enlightens the hungry birds on a quiet lawn.
Work is for people who don't want to be artists. Blogs are for artists who wish they didn't have to work. Blogs don't take as much as running a gallery or a personal art site. Remember that fifties Disney short featuring Goofy ensconced in hammock on a Hawaiian vacation, tapping one key on a typewriter and making one brush stroke on a canvas per liesurely swing? That cartoon epitomized the quintessential dream of all creatives - a world where time is nonlimiting; where that great painting or novel could truly be the millenial product of a genius unfettered by compromise. But, thanks to a gardener who planted a sacred fruit tree in a poor place, it isn't reality. Instead, challenge is growth, in very fast quanta.
There is a saving grace -- the gift of spontaneity. That's where blogs come in. You can spend fifteen years editing your Great American Novel with the goal of selling it to a top-tier publisher. Or you can tap it out on your smartphone gliding down the metro rails on the way to work, and upload it to your blog at lunchtime for instant worldification. Perhaps you could use sixteen digital crayons on the bottom of your appointments list for a sketch that would become the next Cut-grass-na Apartment-document-a.
Blogs are for people who must work to keep from spending too much time on fun things like editing, pigment lightfastness ratings, art directors with dried paint caps stuck on their brains and obscure micropayment sites.
Artists have fun after quitting time, having paid their debt to flesh (entropy), color blindness (silver-green), and unpopular wars (to support the elite). I guess that's why Day of the Dead is so colorful.
There's no worthwhile labor except sharing creatively, and spontaneously. I don't have time to fatten the calf. At least not until I get my Social Security
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