Inspired by the writings of Sigmund Freud and Carl Gustav Jung, The Mental Backdoor consists of Automatic Drawings and Paintings meant to detail an exploration of the subconscious.
My relationship to modern art is finally becoming, well, stable and good. I've been drip fed by what boils down to a pseudo baroque art cult and I needed to get the gunk out of my system. The thing that snapped me out of it? Ayn Rand's Romantic Manifesto. It was one of the groups recommended readings. I was knee deep in there, and about 1/3 of the book I had to put it down. It was clear to me this woman was an *idiot* in every sense of the word. I don't use that term lightly... it's incredible. -- If this was one of the recommended readings, I needed to seriously re-asses my relationship to painting.
Funny enough, one of the ex-members threw the name "Vincent Desiderio", and he was the beacon that got me out of the muck. If he held the modernists in such high regard, and he's a very learned and educated person, a real intellectual in painting and theory, I must be in the wrong. I needed to figure out modern art and my relationship to it. Looking back, my indirect interaction with the group was a blessing since I still had breathing room to evaluate everything. -- It wasn't all bad though, I did learn many things, like other ex members that come and go without being affected. The difference is they had a strong sense of identity and knew what they wanted. I wanted specific answers to general questions, I was the perfect candidate to fall for it.
What did I learn? I'm not immune to propaganda, nobody is.
If you read all the way to here, thank you for hearing me out. Admittedly, I haven't shared myself to this regard... It's actually a little embarrassing, I feel like I was deceived and somehow it was still my fault. I fell for the thing that was too good to be true, I really wanted it to be true.
My relationship to modern art is finally becoming, well, stable and good. I've been drip fed by what boils down to a pseudo baroque art cult and I needed to get the gunk out of my system. The thing that snapped me out of it? Ayn Rand's Romantic Manifesto. It was one of the groups recommended readings. I was knee deep in there, and about 1/3 of the book I had to put it down. It was clear to me this woman was an *idiot* in every sense of the word. I don't use that term lightly... it's incredible. -- If this was one of the recommended readings, I needed to seriously re-asses my relationship to painting.
Funny enough, one of the ex-members threw the name "Vincent Desiderio", and he was the beacon that got me out of the muck. If he held the modernists in such high regard, and he's a very learned and educated person, a real intellectual in painting and theory, I must be in the wrong. I needed to figure out modern art and my relationship to it. Looking back, my indirect interaction with the group was a blessing since I still had breathing room to evaluate everything. -- It wasn't all bad though, I did learn many things, like other ex members that come and go without being affected. The difference is they had a strong sense of identity and knew what they wanted. I wanted specific answers to general questions, I was the perfect candidate to fall for it.
What did I learn? I'm not immune to propaganda, nobody is.
If you read all the way to here, thank you for hearing me out. Admittedly, I haven't shared myself to this regard... It's actually a little embarrassing, I feel like I was deceived and somehow it was still my fault. I fell for the thing that was too good to be true, I really wanted it to be true.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Rabbit / Hare
Gender Male
Size 1200 x 1200px
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