Showing posts with label sketching Groucho Marx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sketching Groucho Marx. Show all posts

Apr 6, 2009

Banned

Casually checking my Flickr as a kind of break from mad bouts of transcribing and article surgery earlier this evening, I came across a rather stern-sounding message: YOU HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM THE ABSTRACT PHOTOS GROUP. Oh dear.

Slightly perplexed, a bit flummoxed, but altogether curious, I took a look around the group to see what rules I had violated. Hmm, no porn, check. No photoshopping, check. No borders, check. No people, well... it's my hand. Does that count?

Perusing one of the Administrator's interestingly-labelled "Hall of Inappropriate" sections (I counted three) in which photos rejected by the group can be commented on by other (non-rejected) members, I came across my photo (above), with the following caption, written by said Administrator:

Attack of the hands still here for the month of April ;)


Yes, I like hands. And yes, I've posted weird close-ups of my hands before. They're an ongoing theme for me artistically and personally. I'm fascinated not only by mine but by others'. One of my earliest, most seminal inkling into visual art, before painting, drawing, or anything else, was taking hand traces. This particular shot (or series of shots) was taken during an especially joyous -and very fruitful -sketching session that yielded a lot of good material. I find something weirdly romantic, and deeply moving, about artists' hands dirtied by their passion. And yes, I do think some of these are abstract. But that's my opinion.

Alas, I suppose it wasn't -isn't -shared by ImaginationAlone. Admittedly, I may have violated the group rules by posting too many, else the Administrator just doesn't think my work is a good fit for his/her Abstract group. I wonder what he/she would make of Guggi.

Attack of the bowls/jugs still here since 1988! (insert cute winky)

Artists can't help what they're drawn to. By the same token, artists can't help what they're repelled by, either. It's all a matter of beauty in the eye of the beholder, of maintaining a degree of respect between artists. Not stepping on toes can be a full-time job; it takes patience, maturity, and a good sense of communication. Holding something you may not like up to ridicule by way of group-think doesn't strike me as an entirely classy way to handle what you deem to be a poor fit for your collection, even if it is egalitarian in a cold, technological sense.

Alas, I take being banned as a weird badge of honour. Here's looking at you, Groucho.