Memo To Hollywood
May 4, 2009 by Janice
See those people in the photo? They are having too much fun. They are at Cannes, more importantly they are at the Hôtel du Caprice. It’s a place that caters to whims. Name it, you’ve got it. Not to mention it has the most gorgeous sky, sea and the best thread count on earth. How do I know this? Why am I agitated? Because that terrace is mine.
Well, in my mind it is mine.
I once had a very close call to actually being there. Alas, it was not to be. And by alas, I mean “WTF do you mean we are not going? How dare they cut us from the trip.” There was flouncing too. And some very immature pouting. What can I say? I really was looking forward to it.
Anyway, in my mind when I think of some happy places this is one. My imagined terrace on the Mediterranean. Sigh. People who take you places and bring you things. Possible peel me a grape opportunities. And here they are in the Magazine section of the New York Times. On my terrace. Hmph. Where legends are made. Myths abound.
Well sure. The myths are half of it. No, actually the myths are a huge part of it. Oh, the films are done, that work is finished, packaged and ready for the spin. The stories, the insider parties, the who did that silly thing that time at the Ritz. Or who is in bed with whom on a deal. Look who just arrived. Did they fall in love on set? We thrive on stories surrounding the works of art. In Cannes the art is film. But it is also the art of story.
For an artist, it may seem superfluous, the myth. But it isn’t. Art is always created in a context. And story can follow it, increase the cachet. Doesn’t change the quality of the art, just creates another dimension to that call and response I am always mentioning. For collectors art works become trophies at some point, touchstones and talisman. They are for the artists as well, just get a glimpse of any artist’s private collection of their own work. These are about moments. States of being. Context and story.
This week ( Yes it’s an Organizing Monday) I am beyond excited to be delving into the drawings again. Cutting up, rearranging, deconstructing and constructing again. Playing as if I had no idea what comes next. Making the truest marks I can for my context and story. I may even haul out some Lemoncello in honor of my “near miss” terrace. Create my own retreat with a view of these Texas pecan trees. Because the place we are in, in this very moment, is exactly the place we are supposed to be. It has it’s own shape and form. And I would hate to miss it. So I am eagerly sharpening my pencils, looking forward to making some beautiful lines and I may even add some color. We”ll see.
We create our own stories. If we are lucky they resonate both within ourselves and to the observer, who actually becomes a participant. A lot to ask of some paper and some lines? Well, this may not be Cannes, but we can give it a try. Hm. I wonder if I could train that cat to fluff up my pillows?
How about you? What kind of story does your work tell about you? And what kind of art do you like in your home? Any favorites?
And yes, Memo To Hollywood: have a great time on my terrace. Just saying.
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Janice, lol! Well I do believe I have fallen in love with your terrace. This post evoked memories of old Hollywood glamour and filled my eyes with the sparkle of excitement, not that I was there but I was “there.” lol. Lately my work screams “someone whisk this woman away for a spa week and throw in some soy ice cream, she needs a break.”
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LOL. I hear you. Sheesh…especially if some one nice was bringing us that soy ice cream… which I hear is very good, both the ice cream and having it served to you.. sigh….Sasha and Remy could totally do my terrace. Everyone deserves a little glamour.
Janice, ah yes the key is someone bringing it and you might note that I did not say spa “day” or “weekend” oh no, I need a week of pure bliss and pampering
Karen Swim’s last blog post..Vision or Lie?
My favorite art around my home is my own.
Because it’s the only kind I can afford!
Oh, man–that terrace sure does sounds good! What’s wrong with this picture? We should all get a chance to do that, shouldn’t we?! I have lots of different kinds of art here in our place. I’m either indecisive or eclectic. I prefer to think of it as the latter.
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Friar,
Hm….there’s a famous house in Taos where the owner/artist carved the molding, decorated his walls and made his own furniture…it’s kind of like visiting some incredibly gifted animal that “burrowed and tunneled” until he created a masterpiece to live in. Here’s some pics of the Fechin House. It’s a museum now.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottm/2424828076/in/photostream/
And there’s a house ( or was) a house in Biloxi that is very similar, totally was decorated by the artist’s work. Very cool to see Walter Anderson’s studio/house.
Sue,
There is something very wrong with this picture indeed. WE should be there. Or a place very similar. Seriously. I would go with eclectic too. Maybe even whimsically idiosyncratic. LOL.
Karen,
A week? Oh that would be heaven…;-)
Whoa…
How many decades did it take to do all that work?
Glad his house is a museum, and some yuppie didn’t tear it town to “renovate it”.
Friar,
He worked on it in the afternoons after his studio time for quite awhile. But he’d done a lot of woodworking as a child in his day so it was a natural fit for him. The house has a wonderful scale to it, very intense and restful at the same time.
Here’s the Fechin site.
http://www.taosartmuseum.org/fechin.php