when I teach drawing I say your marks are unique and one of a kind. we like that.
don’t fuck with that.
aesthetics is something different.
fuck with that.
Critique
populists manipulate with fear.
the search for certainty is the search for anxiety.
religions and other cults do the same.
criticism is abuse.
critique is based on criteria: what were you going for, how close did you get, how does it compare to genius. how do we get you closer?
uncertainty is hope
Pornography: the depiction of art in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction
the pornography of violence

Acceptance
is a skill
I use
to
create the love of me/you/life/universe
love is unconditional
Critique/criteria
is a skill
I use
to
make art
write artist books
edit videos
Ignoring
is a skill
I use
with
monsters
who criticize every fucking thing
my teacher:
http://rebtnetwork.org

‘hand-eye coordination is genetic”, my uncle used his to become a famous Canadian safecracker and I used mine to gain entry to a christian conservative art school where you had to prove you have the hand-eye coordination of an olympic athlete, talent being god-given and a right of passage
no
practise practise practise
it's all u got baby
/ˈpraktəs/
verb/noun
verb: practise
noun: practice
- perform (an activity) or exercise (a skill) repeatedly or regularly in order to improve or maintain one’s proficiency.
I was 18 an orphan it was my birthday. My friends Dick Persons, an American naturalist and his wife Jane had invited me to stay in their family's teepees on Stony/Nakoda land in the East Kootenays. The sled dogs howled all the time. We ate a bear that had wandered into camp drawn to the cooking smells. Jane baked me a cake on a campfire slowly turning it by hand to get an even bake. Chocolate.
I got out of the hospital, after a year of stroke recovery learning to walk again. It was 30 below. I rented a modified car and drove up to Nakoda Lodge and just soaked it in, filling myself up with nature, our spiritual home. Healing.
