I graduated with a BFA in figure painting in 1996. When I left the university some teachers were complaining that the students wouldn’t even bother to draw. “Why should we? We can just trace.”
I left the convenience of a studio I had created. I walked away from the world I knew to go surfing and to live in CR. There has been one adventure/blustering sand filled, mud slung piece of hell after another. With rays from heaven piercing the clouds, like arrows, to my soul. And now here I am.
Fish Eye. Looking at the big picture.
I’m looking back. It’s hard to believe.
I am dealing with computer issues. Unbelievable. I am a grey haired granny. The one who knows nothing. But I do.
In 1983, I took a statistics class. We were placed in teams. My job, in the team, was to put all of our work on a floppy disc. I knew nothing. I spent a lot of time in the computer lab. That was my start.
In 1996, Paul Lanier, created a class at UNF for artists. If it had not been for that class I would really be lost. It was another start. I bought my own computer.
The art world changed that year.
People no longer create art. They buy an app. Trace. Move it about for composition and then color it in, like a coloring book. Few people can draw or paint anymore. And it is art.
I just keep plugging along in this surreal world. One where my yogi friend, believes that AI should run the world. AI will create a field of flowers. Where we will all be happy poppies. I deleted her.
Living in this world is getting strange.
I have a bug in my Facebook. It’s crazy. It came about when I started using Microsoft for a zoom writing class. It created a mutant token. I worked for 4 hours with a tech man. I thought it was annihilated, but it’s not.
My professor, who I will not name. I admire her to this day. Really talked about avoiding the computer for our art.
Ever since I have worked and struggled on my computer.
She is surrounded by students who can do her computer work for her. I have watched her progress.
So, here I am with these Wiley mF’ers, who won’t leave me alone.
I once caught Russians in my computer at 3 in the morning stealing my pictures. They were in Chelm. I screen shot the whole escapade.
Now I have to go after these other no good, dirty, tricky thieves.
You phish for me. I fish for you.
I’m gonna put a hook in your mouth and drag you to the beach.
What has life come to……it’s bizarre.
Fish Eye Farm 