last weekend i stopped at the first yard sale of the season, and bought two great books from 1880, you all know by now that i usually only read stuff i find randomly, the book is titled COOPER'S NOVELS upon opening i find this wonderful print, and am amazed and fall helplessly in love, the novel is titled. The Crater, and just look at the wonderful scene presented here, a shipwreck, with some well dressed marooned sailor, his tent, packed with gun and books a nice sombrero, wow, that's where i want to be, lost at sea, with a telescope and a goat.
fantastic.
i find myself staring at this print all week, opening the book starting to read, and slicing back the pages to this print, and knowing that we as artists are all Hacks, that any art we create now is toilet paper, pornography compared to the stunning masterpiece of this tiny print buried in an old book bought for a dollar.
we should all hang our heads today embarrassed at our chicken scratched failings.
i can't read the signature very well but think it reads John Writghson.
i am going out back to burn my studio to the ground.
Not hacks so much as hopefuls.
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All this does is add to the long, long, long list of of aspirations.
What a beautiful, sparkly musing you've spread upon us.
Another thing I will forever be trying to wipe onto my walking shoes.
Ah, yes, lost, and a telescope and a goat.
Hell, just to be lost.
This just made me want to go garage sale-ing...dang...have to wait 5 more days.
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