I wanted to post what our living space looks like. We live in a basement, with some french doors facing northeast and that's it. The basement kind of levels off to ground on one side and is under the ground on the other side. The lighting SUCKS. This is the best I felt like doing.
Yesterday I got an email from a friend (artist/blogger) continuing our conversation about art and who buys it, who likes it and why not etc. It was prompted by the economy, a few comments here and there and all the buzz going on about selling art online and our exploring that with philosophical- like musings. (you know who you are and if you want to join in feel free to do so!)
So last night Tod and I were looking around at our walls and talking about my art and who buys it, and who likes it but doesn't buy it and why. I'm trying to think back on my life and the art I owned, most of it was generic. Posters, nick knacks, nothing that I bought personally from an artist. Then when I started changing, reading more, getting into culture a little bit more I would go to some of the art festivals and buy some pottery or whatever. I always felt like they charged way too much and there was still a disconnect with the art as I didn't know the artists from adam and all I could relate to was if it was pretty or not and affordable.
In my thirties I got into an antique kick. I had the lawyers bookcase, the fainting lounge, the drum table. I was getting pretty Victorian if I do say. Somehow I mixed that in with my Arizona Aztec sofa and color schemes but I was always changing things around as if something was off. It wasn't until I befriended a photographer who started making interesting art with calligraphy ink that I got into art in a way that felt personal. I would visit him, hang out for hours in his darkroom with him, sit in his kitchen and listen to music and talk about books while being surrounded by all sorts of strange fucked up cool pieces of art that I realized people could live with art in a completely different way than I had ever imagined. His house was like a gallery (with dog hair and dirty dishes). He didn't have ONE THING in his house that wasn't personal to him. He didn't have the generic shit that I did. He valued art in a way that I wouldn't understand until I myself, (ten or more years later) started living and breathing art.
When I first moved into this apartment with Tod he wasn't really into art, at least not he is now. He was living here alone, care taking an empty house. He had reached a point of blissing out with meditation and gone were the days of striving, needing, wanting, doing. I moved in and was grateful for space that wasn't drafty or moldy (its Vermont after all) but aesthetically it was DULL. He was a guy. He was a geek in his former life. All he needed was his computer, his float tank and yoga mat. I needed less myself. After all, I did leave my 'home' with some things in storage and all I had was what fit in my car and that was camp gear. I had lived a few months in Vermont in a studio apartment and just started collecting RR plates and scrap to make art with. When I moved in I just needed a table and chair to set up my budding art life. I'd let go of needing a home to look or feel like a home, I just assumed I would keep moving on every six or nine months and stuff just bogged me down. So I didn't pay much attention to it all until just very recently.
I've lived here about four years now and it wasn't until this summer that we started making our space inviting (at least to us). I'd never put my art up, I just wanted to make it and sell it. We never did much with the arranging of furniture because it was just furniture and not anything we had chosen ourselves so it didn't feel worth bothering with. Everything was just utilitarian. When I started putting some art up that is when we realized that 'it' didn't go with the decor. You put one piece of art up and you realize you might have to deal with how shitty everything else in the room is! Which leads me to the whole art things and who buys and it and why, which leads to the next post.....