Ambitious Intentions

My niece, an accomplished, talented cinematographer, sent an email to family & friends declaring her intention to be even more successful, appreciated and rewarded for her work. Big intent, but, she works hard – this is not a lot to ask.
I think that sometimes our visions are too small for our talent.
The ambitious intentions of the playwright August Wilson, (April 27, 1945 – October 2, 2005, consisted of a play for every decade of the 20th century that would chronicle some part of the black experience in America. Through the use of his great ear for dialogue, Wilson was able to give us some insight into the daily life – both struggles and triumphs – of an assortment of universal characters that his audience could easily recognize.
In 2005, August Wilson completed a ten-play cycle:

An ambitious undertaking, but, his huge vision was realized and, btw, it resulted in 2 Pulitzers and a Tony award.
He accomplished a lot doing what he loved to do and perhaps more importantly, August Wilson left a powerful body of work that will be read and performed for years to come.
I think artists need to dream bigger.

Getting the Word Out

Tomorrow, I will be exhibiting a number of my paintings in support Zeta21 a foundation that trains and supports “Non-Traditional Leaders”. This event is important to me for a many reasons. One I get to support people who want to and can make an important contribution to people. Second, I introduce myself to a lot of folks who had no clue that I even existed. I’ve made mention of this before and have referred to other art bloggers’ post on this subject, that the most important thing that we artist can do is to find ways to introduce ourselves to new audiences. Third, I made a promise to myself in July that I would have two exhibit before the end of the year.

An Artist’s Life

Charlie Rose’s November 24th program featured a discussion about THE ART OF LUCIAN FREUD which was insightful for me. I’ve always appreciated his work, and once traveled to London to see a retrospective at the Tate.

Standing in front of his work all the background stories, who his grandfather was, his friendship with Bacon and other non important stuff just slips away. You find yourself experiencing the intensity of a wonderful communicator. Let the paintings speak for themselves.