The Revolutionary, the Divine Aesthetic
Back when I thought change was possible, I wrote this, and from it rose a true happiness I hadn’t ever really had. I formed a group of the same name, but… well, things in life are never as easy as in dreams. Anyway, like a long winter followed by spring, this which died in me once can live new lives for each person who believes in it. I won’t throw it away again.
The Revolutionary, the Divine Aesthetic belongs to the following groups:
! # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE !, Complex Simplicity of Art, ! 100% !, A New Aesthetic.... Divine and Otherwise , A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Angel Wings and Heaven, ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM, Core [C.O.R.E], Drawn to Cotton- Art on T-shirts, End Times, First Things, Gay Men, Self as Other, Something To Say, The Healing Journey, The Male Nude, Underground USA, United States and WMG- What are many of us but artists, and what do we do but create? We can function in the world of suits and clocks, but to do so we have to press ourselves. We suffer and strain for the art, sure, but no more than any parent does so for their child – no more than is worthwhile for what we get to experience in return. A parent does not need to force upon themselves the task of being a guardian to their children, certainly not anyone intended to raise young in the first place – we who were born knowing there was naught to do but create, simply do so. It is the most basic function of our existence… the action we revert to when there is nothing else being imposed upon our will… it is our default application. This community, RedBubble, fosters our default applications, and here we can breath or suffocate, yet whichever we choose, we know it as our gift, because, we do get that choice.
– However, for many decades now, those who live off the air which only creating visions and prose can provide have lost their footing in the regard of society. It is through no fault of our own that we have been forgotten, left to silent corners with our paints and pens and photographs, the Muses never failed us. Instead, a foundation which is intrinsic to our very existence started making a new way in the world – industry, the stuff of creation, left the deft hands of the artist and joined the crusade of the scientist and engineer. It has served those new pursuits very well, some might claim too well, but anyone who looks closely at it will see it grows weary of propelling us ever forward. Indeed, if you look around now, to the overbearing and misleading events of present day, you will see an exhaustion among the masses who utilized it as well. All the millions who gave away their colors and introspection for the strength of stainless steel and the efficiency of spreadsheets. You will see upon the face of industry as surely as on the faces of all children of the diesel decades tears falling – dire want to simply be pleased of eye, ear, or mind. The world has tired of expeditious results, and yet are at a loss as to what it even is to find the slow calm of Thoreau’s Walden pond, or the cool depths of Kandinsky blues. What the world needs, it may not know, but we do… in our very being we know exactly. The world is in dire need of us.
– As for what it is we must do, well, nothing more than what we have always done. The cure is here. It is all over this site and in our homes, and we can tincture more whenever we wish from within ourselves… So remember the following: We can no longer think of ourselves as mere corners. We cannot allow ourselves to be footnotes on the world page, nor hobbies to require special stores. We cannot happily live as portions of a whole… not if we ever hope to change the world and our place in it ~ we cannot simply place our panacea upon a wall or easel and hope for all others to wander in and accidentally become healthy again through providence. We have the cure to this grey, sad world’s condition, and we must be forcefully willing to give it. We must tailor the world, every inch, with trappings of the vision most have lost, so that none can ever ignore or forget them again.
– It is time for the next Renaissance, indeed long overdue, and it is upon us to bring it.
– After all, no one fails at their default application – for truly its function IS our success. Let it also be that which belongs to the world as well.
– And so it shall begin…
hilarydougill
I have already commented on this. It is very well written.
butchart
civilizations fail when they are needed the most….the written word and visionary art will always hold fast…...............b
PHILLIPEDOAN
Comrades: Ever since I started creating my own aesthetics, I’ve always felt that WE HAVE TO CREATE A NEO-RENAISSANCE REVOLUTION. Now is the time to start gathering bottles for the Molotov Cocktails for the 11th hour is here. Let the shit start. Thank you for your invitation. I am honored.
Gordon Merrick... replied
Love that (somewhat violently destructive) enthusiasm! I used to love the PC game The 11th Hour (sequel to The 7th Guest).
PHILLIPEDOAN
LOL.
Jen Cannella
Thank you for the invitation…I would love to share a smile! Beautifully written, by the way!
red addiction
I am so thankful for your invitation. I don’t think I quite understand, but I will do my best to bring the rest of what else Ive got.
scarletmoon
Thanks for the invitation :)
drjones
An invite I cannot refuse. Thank you. Let the revolution begin…
Suzanne German
Gordon let the renaissance and revolution begin I say!
And thanks for the invitation…..
Suzanne
Vonnie Murfin
Thank you for the invitation. I am still not sure what this groups is about, but I am always happy when someone realized my work. Thank you. It is hard sometime to do what I love to do when I have a full-time job and a family to raise. I always try my best to give the world my best work.
silveraya
Well written! and love to be a part of this, it will be interesting to see what arises!....
Ariane
OMG – I have waited all my life to join like minded souls in this revolution.
I’m here and I’m ready XX
Pilgrim
Just absolutely, stunningly, brilliantly, brilliant. Brilliant.
Ryan Duclos
“something more than ego upon canvass, and something greater than, well, (fancy words aside for now)... just something greater.”
Was this an example of what not do? Hahaha, jumping on board mate
Ryan Duclos
sorry, actually I’m jumping off now, this isn’t my cup tea. I feel that (this is going to be offensive but not meaning to be) is that this is a very elitist ideology.
But! Good luck
MuscularTeeth
well written, i seem to think ive read this before – had you posted this up earlier at some stage?
i agree !
Ryan Duclos
You say “WE have the cure” meaning you, and everyone else YOU and eveyone else see’s fit to establish. And why does one’s self-worth need to be inflated? Pride is the downfall of mankind, modesty is true living and allows us to become better artists because we are not getting ourselves wrapped up in if the “World needs us or not” for why should we care? Because art has YOU see it has lost it’s foothold, its quality upon the earth, I disagree, I’m not sure what art shows you’ve been to or what books you are reading, but I see many artists in the masses who are carrying the name of greatness and will continue to do so; and they did not get there by a revolution, or some phase of self-reassurance but through time and patience.
BlackLemonz
One of the most inspiring journals i am ever likely to read. i hope i can contribute in a worthy manor , i am flattered to be asked to contribute.
KEITH R. WILL...
i hope my insight, and the insight of others broadens the horizons of thought, i i too am flattered by this invitation
mufa
Thank you for the invite.
However I could not join a by-invitation-only group.
Perhaps the mission has some merit but I can see elitism, hierarchy and ego emerging already.
(also “don’t understand what I’ve joined – but I’m sufficiently flattered to fall into line is hardly conducive to enlightenment…...............
tank
Im dont care if I’m In your group or not but I find this interesting. I have predicted this movement myself and have been heading down the road for years now. It’s amazing to see others feeling the same way.
Sally Omar
G-This is motivational and inspirational…I love it…although I am a writer…not an artist…I want
to paint something magnificent….hmmmm..I just might try it….Sally xxxxoooo
Dayonda
Thank you for speaking the truth. The world is tired of, “Well, it’s ugly, but it works.” Or worse, “Yeah, it’s ugly, and it doesn’t work, either!” We’re all tired of “cheap”, but we have to have “inexpensive”. It’s discouraging, but your essay still speaks the truth—we need us, and “they” need us. I especially like your descriptive phrase, “our default application”, and will remember it, and with your permission, I’d like to use it.
Could the lack of hope be the deadly mist that’s sapping the colors, patterns and joy from life?
I’m 58 yrs old, a life-long artist and writer (since I was in diapers), and I’m seeing the new Renaissance making its own cracks to reach the light, like grass under pavement does. Murals on buildings, wearable art, “quirky” architecture, decorating trends that allow at least the inside of one’s house or apartment to be different than their neighbors’ are gaining some foothold, again. For many, having a home just like one’s parents had is no longer comforting.
I’ve found a quote that I can say that I live and, in part, hope by: “If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things.’ —This is the last statement of 3 statements in the 13th Ariticle of Faith of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Ushna Sardar
Gordon Merrick... replied
Thanks C.O.R.E. I’d like to thank all those who make my movies a success, the Academy, and… sh’... wrong thank you speech. ;)
RosaCobos
We… I… humbly are Rennaissance people…
Some of my dear ones are helping..
all depends on the background you are doing your work.
I have taught my children what I am..
with my own work…
self-taugh is not a word that is a real things….
confidence is an instrument for the unbeleivers..
energy is flooding when you do.. what you must..
it is like an sparkle..
and one is whishing to be seen, heard.. and somehow touched.
But illusion is the trade mark…
reality counts upon myself as a moving underground…
that cannot be grasped… neither clutched to.
If this an invitation..
I aply to it and thank you.
Rosa