A Little Trumpeting

The redgum carving had a solid week and the last surf was interrupted by the leggy-plug ripping out along with half the tail.

A comment left by Ian on the last blog mentions (besides the compliments & enjoyable anecdote of shared experience) the exploitation of art by the 'free market'.
As tempted as I am to rant on this subject, I'd prefer to refer anyone interested to a book by Peter Timms, 'What's Wrong With Contemporary Art?' (UNSW Press, 2004), who argues the case rather eloquently.
In defence of the gallery owners who tend to choose artists they can bank on, I suppose it really comes down to a case of 'supply and demand'.

I've been inadvertently recalcitrant by indulging in: prolonged and penetrating studies, relentless observation and surveying, intuitive lateral research and seeking/googling obscure readings, and generally experimenting with media and techniques.
Always done out of curiousity. The aim is to arrive at an informed position with work that demonstrates supreme skill (no less!).
The status I suppose I wish to achieve is that of a person who knows himself, his society, and his landscape with minimal compromise. A maverick geographer perhaps! The artwork that results should therefore have an inherent power and integrity.

Sometimes this is not the case, however, it most often is and usually gets forgotten under a pile or shelved, moving on to the next 'thing'. The drive comes from a pride in a vocation, despite lack of recognition, let alone remuneration.

The art is not trendy or cool. It does not superficially regurgitate. Perhaps it is boring to most, but it is a reflection of the me that you otherwise cannot see, and also, most awkwardly, of society.