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A lot of the art I see is intended to simply please. It is pretty or sweet or light. I do like that and enjoy it but many times I want art to really move me. To give me something to sink my teeth into so-to-speak. I want it to give me a reason other than asthetics to hang it and love it, even to hate it.
One of the things I strive for is imperfection. I want art to be imperfect and obvious in it’s imperfection. When I see perfect things I feel disconnected from them. I am imperfect. The people I most connect with are imperfect. Thus I am attracted to imperfection.
When something has flaws; is obviously used and or well loved; or grungy even I feel at ease with it and comfortable with it. If I were placed in a super modern or minimalist environment I believe I would wilt and die. Give me imperfection and I will show you how perfect it is.
Hi, Christy. No idea if this will reach you, but just thought I’d get in touch. I was telling a friend about Blogger yesterday and told her that you had “hosted” my banner for me. So nice to help me out. Made me wonder what you’re up to. Looks like plenty. I’ll bookmark gulfsprite. – Jeanne Levy, femminismo