Art School my Eden playground after sixth form wild, chaotic, spin drum of a place, mangler of a self still waiting to be formed in which I lost my innocence. No longer one to fit himself into the world, now out to recreate the world in my own image. God-play. Hard dice beyond what I'd thought possible. This was a world where I was in control. What was impossible before was manifest. There had to be a catch - I'd long been warned: forbidden fruit somewhere about! And there it was... The life class with its one constraint the only stricture I could find in the whole place: THOU SHALT NOT TOUCH! All else was laissez-faire but this was not a Biblical encountering, here were no stirrings of the flesh, we wanted only a forensic scrutiny to take the world apart, to find the building blocks, the forms that crop up everywhere. We were no more than cooks; the world a meal gone slightly wrong and we would rescue it.
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Monday, 22 October 2012
Art School -- could boost or bugger you
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And no doubt some days it could both boost and bugger you.
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I love this Dave. It was a world I knew as for a short while I was an artist's model. There seemed such freedom about it and it was a freedom we had to learn to handle.
and did you rescue it....ha...was an art student way back down the line....and we see the world a bit different...break it down to those distinguishable parts....but no touching...ha...yeah well there is that....
And, aside from the obvious I could comment on.......wasn't it wonderful, just for a while anyway, to believe then that one really COULD recreate the world!!!
Happy moments for painter.I can guess but I can't realize the world. It looks special for me...and I long for.
Watch that God-play. It is addictive.
You know I never took a figure class, or any drawing class, actually though I loved doing art when I was in High School, and of course, I love drawing now. I missed that though - and you make it sound wonderful - and I do understand the headiness--I was married to a very serious painter for many years = at that end of it - the New York art scene, it is kind of awful, but the studio world part of it is magical. (Which you've captured = and the messianic quality.) k.
Do Not Touch...
What? the Models?
I went to a few life drawing classes and I know some guys went to salivate over the models...I stopped going.
To paraphrase Larkin: it f***s you up, Art school. It shows you the fruit, but doesn't let you eat it.
Great poem. Although not a visual artist myself, I can relate to it through the experiences of some of my friends.
Greetings from London.
Another great poem, Dave!
The force of memory, another great work. "Mangler of the self..." splendid choice of words.
gosh this brings it all back...I was warned about the later but chose not to believe it...left after the first term of the third year...enough pushing me in directions that I never meant to go in!! great poem Dave.
Dave,
I felt a sadness after reading your poem...It reminds me of those times, which we did not realise of course back then; were indeed the very best of times!!!
Those times of innocence and temptation:)
Fantastic!!!!
Eileen
We were no more than cooks; the world a meal gone slightly wrong and we would rescue it
That's right! We are not to throw spanners into the works. We correct the wrongs that we see as concerned citizens. Nice thoughts Dave!
Hank
"Art School my Eden
playground after sixth form
wild, chaotic, spin drum of a place,
mangler of a self still waiting to be formed...No more than cooks, the world a meal."
You capture that age- and my own distance from it, in a way so excellent, that you tug at my heart.
Warm Aloha from Waikiki
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An artist does indeed have the power to play God:
can manipulate the very foundations of being in his Otherworld;
can make the ugly beautiful, the beautiful ugly.
Yes, I can see how it could bugger one!
The Elephant's Child
How DID you know?
The Weaver of Grass
Yes, that was certainly so, in my case.
Brian
True... we did see the world differently then. I tend to think more truly in some ways.
Mary
It was, and I do think the belief was justified. We can to an extent reinvent our world. That's what anu artist does.
haricot
"It looks special for me..." that's the artist talking. You've changed it a bit already.
Tabor
It is addictive - but we shouldn't let that be the cue to be weaned off!
manicddaily
I understand how you miss not having had that in your life - the way I miss not having gone to university, and what a shame the N.Y. art scene is so awful. It wasn't always and sometime - et's hope soon - it will not be again. Thanks for a fascinating response.
rallentanda
Yup! The life models!
A Cuban in London
Er, well, in a way you can eat. I remeber students saying they didn't do sex - they kept it for their painting. And it showed, to be truthful, though not as one might imagine. The way it shows, say, in a Stanley Spencer - not that anyone could have accused him of restraint!
Rachna
Thank you so much.
Tommaso
Thanks. Yes, I was quite pleased with that!
Gerry
Thanks Gerry. reall appreciate this comment.
Eileen
Innocence. Yes, that has been the great loss. Thanks for your kind words.
Hank
True anough. We'd never have thought of sabotage. Everyone keen to help.
Cloudia
Thanks Cloudia. Yes, I felt the tug, too, writing it.
Ygraine
Yes. Over ambition, I suppose -- another name for greed. Thanks.
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