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Nov
09

What we’ve become, where will we go?

By Mike Detelj 1 Comment
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If I asked for you to walk backwards and enjoy the scenery in a post-modern world of hallucination and deprived modernism, would you, seeing how far we have come, consider it at the least? Or would you so blindly bat an eye at the thought like a patron of the arts to a vagabond among a cluttered city street? I would like to say you have matured past that stage of complete nihilism towards childhood dreams and words misunderstood, but I am sorry to say the image you have now reflects the wealthy patron of broken hearts.

Are my words too metaphorical for you or just not that important? Or is it the history of violence and intensity of my passion that throws you off? Who cares?

There is a great chunk of both our lives living in silence and whether it is ever to be spoken of is up to the architect, not the artist. But the architect is an artist at heart and we as artists have a great tendency to be irrational. So, was the moment of silence of which we shared in complete and utter confusion of our beings an irrational afterthought to never be thought of again or was it more a turning point to only learn half of? I mean to say it seems we are no longer confused. We have a good footing upon which direction to step in. But are we really going to let something so important to our morphing of who we are, where we have gone and where we are going to be left in silence? I believe the more we understand something, the more intelligent we become. And does that not make perfect sense?

So here I am, not the battered, medicated psyche patient you kissed four, maybe five years ago.  No. Here I am, the artist I have been dreaming of. There you are, the architect who can finally adore herself the way she deserved. Matured? Definitely. Healed? Pretty sure. Speaking? No. Why? Somebody is scared and I know it’s not me, never was. So speak, child. So speak, you beautiful influence. So speak and let your impact be heard. And when your dust settles, the air you breathe will be much cleaner and a piece of your puzzle in life will silently fall into place. You’ll be that person you’ve always wanted when you start to live life with no regrets. Here’s a start; quit regretting me.

1 Response to “What we’ve become, where will we go?”

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  1. 1 Rob
    November 8, 2009 at 3:47 pm

    Mike,

    This is beautiful, poignant.

    Whoever she is, I hope she’s able to listen to your tribute.

    - Rob

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In my minds eye, the artistry I create is an experience like no other. They are a release, a coping skill, that enables me to contend with the world around me, and all of it's incompetence and failures. But foremost, they are a reminder of how beautiful life is, and how it should not be taken for granted. I admit that a taste of chaos lingers in the air and often the image is some what morose with a very straight forward title, not cutting any corners. However, that is because I believe the most beautiful emotions are the ones bottled up. My main influences come from the pivotal moments out of the few years I have been alive, including the admitting of myself into a mental institution, the death of my father and the actual realization of human weakness. I have a strong tendency to pick out flaws and upon the beginning of my release through painting, my flaws became apparent. I express my opinions of these flaws through my technique. The techniques and tools I use represent how I feel about myself, at times. In many paintings, dirt and oil may be apparent. These represent the amount of filth I feel towards my mistakes. I use a chisel instead of a paint brush because it is heavy and sharp, like the pain from the weight I feel on my shoulders. Most importantly are the feelings of desperation and anger, two huge parts of my life. Represented in any painting with torn edges, and uneven stretching with staples out of alignment, these “disasterpieces,” as I have come to call them, are very dear and very often I do not like them, but at the same time cherish them. They are a rarity and often contain emotion I  think I may never feel again.                         I do not like to label my art because that is like saying that this is the only type of art I create. I am also a musician, poet and short story writer in my free time. I have found, though, that painting gives me a sense of accomplishment unlike the feeling of being on stage. Painting gives me a feeling of consistency like no other. And for that reason, I choose to strongly represent myself throughout my paintings, rather than music and words which mostly are representations of my thoughts and feelings in an abstract form.                         My art should be what you want it to be, no matter what the title says it is. I only title them so I can remember the thoughts I was thinking of when I created them. And, to me, this is the beauty of abstract art. Take the title away and you have something your mind now controls.