Chelsea Swan

Leading on from what I was saying on the Risk post I was thinking about David Hockney. I have read a few books on his art ad practice and I remember he said that he ad been criticized for creating happy artwork, not deep or tortured but things that some would consider vapid because of their lack of struggle.

I love Hockney’s work. It is uplifting. It is colourful. It is a daydream. A distraction. Fun. He enjoys making it. It does not damage him. It does not hurt him.

I like Francis Bacon too but I can not look for too long. It screams and trys to make me think about the bad things. It damaged him to dwell.

I can look at Hockney’s for hours.

I am not sure if I am strong enough to dwell.

I like to cover it all up with the pretty colours and the glitter. I feel I owe it to the viewer no to hurt them with the pain. The can look deeper if they want but I will give them pretty and happy with the bad things.

It isn’t a new trick. There is Nabokov and his Lolita.

Anywho……I’m uncomfortable now.