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Jacob Shriner Art

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Check out my boyfriend’s new Art Blog! – http://jacobshrinerart.blogspot.com

Artist Statement

“My art is primarily concerned with themes of melancholy as an existential state resulting from a deep personal awareness of the mutability of life and the inexorable cycle of creation and destruction. Employing the human figure as the agent of expression, I paint not to emulate the appearance of reality, but rather to communicate my aesthetic emotional response to the physical and intellectual condition of being alive.” – Jacob Shriner

Winter

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Winter can be brutally cold. But there is something about how miserable and difficult it can be that tests our stamina and makes us stronger. I see it, in a sense, as a time of renewal, which although typically associated with springtime I think can happen during winter as well. As we trudge through the snow and sail through the wind blowing in our faces we persevere and await the much appreciated warmth that comes along with the indoors. As we look around us at the seemingly dead trees we look forward to spring and the rebirth that it brings. As we think about the animals that somehow manage to survive outside in the cold we think of how brave and strong they must be. As we think about people who have to stay outside in the cold because they have no place to take shelter we get sad and are grateful for how lucky we are to be indoors under our blankets. The wait for spring and rebirth is a long wait, and as we wait, we renew.

The peculiarity of place

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A sense of place is a strange thing. We never seem to be happy where we are because we’re thinking of another place we’d rather be, or not necessarily rather be but be as well. On the rare occasion when we’re content in the moment with where we are, we must soak it in because it doesn’t come by too often. We always think about what we could be enjoying somewhere else, and fail to realize what we could be enjoying right where we are. But I guess this applies to other things in life besides just place. We always want what we can’t have…

The fate of the working world

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Working a regular 9-5 desk job really shatters one’s creativity. Your time is not your own, and when your time is not your own all you can think about is what you would with time that is your own. So, as miserable as it sometimes may be, it does make you realize what you’re truly passionate about and wish you could be doing. But alas, we all need to make money somehow to survive. So a job’s a job. It seems like most people don’t like their jobs, and those who do are the lucky ones. But I can imagine liking your job when you know what your income is going towards, like the mortgage of a house that you might be really proud of, a family with children that you need to provide for, a nice car perhaps, vacations to places you look forward to going to, pets (which undoubtedly cost money), etc. So may we all strive to like, or even love our jobs!

If the shoe doesn’t fit…

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You know when you feel like you don’t fit in anywhere? With people especially…you don’t fit in with old friends and you don’t fit in with new friends…it’s worrisome because you wonder if you’ll ever fit in with anyone. I think it’s just a reminder that we are fundamentally lonely creatures and even when we’re in the company of others, it’s very easy to feel alone regardless of their presence. But even so, we try to fit in with others to feel some kind of closeness with people, although it can be very frustrating when we’re feeling out of place. You begin to wonder if it’s you or them. Are they just not the right kind of people for you or is there something wrong with you that explains why you’re not feeling in sync with them? Whatever the case may be and although we want to try to form those relationships with people, whether or not they flourish doesn’t really matter since ultimately, we are solitary, lonely creatures.

Alone

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When you live alone, you’re not accountable to anyone or anything, allowing you to slip away or slip by without doing anything particularly productive. When you live alone, it’s easy to become inactive because there’s no one pushing you to do anything. This is not necessarily a good thing, even though it may seem like an easy way to live. Doing the smallest of things requires so much effort and it is hard to motivate oneself to be productive when there’s no one around watching you. But living alone also has its perks. It gives you time to think without the influence of others; being alone with one’s thoughts can be a very scary place to be, but liberating as well. When you’re left to your own defenses your mind wanders to places you don’t want it to wander. And as much as you don’t want to go to those places in your mind, you have to if you want to explore and discover yourself. As scary and unwelcome as it may be it’s a necessary process that real people must go through. Those who choose not to go through it will pay for it, resulting in superficiality. Living alone one can become very lonely and loneliness is the worst sentiment to feel in abundance. Or, on the other hand, you can take advantage of time alone to do things that you’ve always wanted to do but have never had time for; not only that, you can do things that you find comfort in, which you’re prevented from doing if constantly surrounded by others. It’s called self-indulgence and pampering. So, being alone…although it can be scary/lonely/sad at times, has a lot of advantages to it too. We are, after all, fundamentally alone in the world. Regardless of family, friends and loves ones, at the end of the way it’s just us. The only one we have to respond to is ourself.

Netflix

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Netflix is not the most healthy way to watch television. I’ve recently become obsessed with a show and cannot stop watching it. The nature of Netflix in that it lets you watch episode after episode until you’ve watched about 100 episodes, I would consider unhealthy – especially if it’s a show that gets you hooked and leaves you hanging at the end of every episode. This kind of obsessive watching that I’ve been doing over the past couple of days has caused me to be very tired and distracted at work because all I can think about is watching the next episode (I’m exaggerating a little. I haven’t watched 100 episodes back-to-back and I haven’t been that obsessive, but nevertheless obsessive to a certain extent). So what is the cure to this obsessive behavior? I wonder if Netflix should put a cap on how many episodes one can watch in a row? Taking into consideration, of course, whether it’s a half hour or hour long episode…or maybe we should just be able to exert some self-control stop and watching on our volition. Yes, that’s probably the better option.

Philosophy and Interiors

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It was recently pointed out to me that although I studied Philosophy in college, a rather challenging discipline, I have a great interest in Interior Design and aesthetics in general. There seems to be a lapse between the intellectual pursuit of philosophy and the somewhat shallow interest in home decorating…so how do I reconcile this? I beg to argue that an appreciation for interior spaces is not so shallow and can actually facilitate intellectual thought. For me, it is important to create a beautiful, comfortable space in order to be productive. Doing so actually gets my mind going and inspires me. Creating these spaces is a lot of fun for me and I’m actually almost OCD about it. My surroundings have to be just right, or I feel anxious and have to make a change. Not only do I enjoy creating these cozy spaces for myself, I like to go to  places that reflect a similar kind of look and feeling. In college, some of my most memorable, most productive writing was done at Starbucks, a place that I think exudes a very comfortable and inspiring feeling. For me, interior spaces are not just about the aesthetic they present, but also the feeling they evoke. The comfortable and inspiring feeling, I think, leads to more productive and creative thinking.

What makes art valuable?

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“Unlike art, Newsom said, ‘design is not inherently valuable.'”- Designing Men by Paul Goldberger, Vanity Fair 

This quote brought me back to a Philosophy of Art class I took in college. So if design is not inherently valuable, then art is? And what is it that makes art inherently valuable if that is the case? It’s a difficult question with no clear answer, but it is very interesting. How does art gain its value? Does it depend on the artist? And how does that artist gain enough notoriety or credibility to create ‘valuable’ artwork? Or does it depend on its reception and how many people see it? But how does an emerging artist break into the art world and gain exposure? All these questions lead to a very complicated structure that exists in the art world, whether the art is mainstream or unrecognized, and it can be difficult to know where and how to start answering these questions.

What really strikes me is how artists gain notoriety. How do they get discovered? Does it require money to pay someone to show your art in a fancy gallery regardless of talent? Or can regular people submit their art to galleries and be accepted based on merit and talent? That would certainly be the hope, but it seems increasingly harder to do that in this day and age.

Here are two works by a famous artist, Egon Schiele. I like them, but someone else who may not like his style may not like them at all. Either way, he is an established, well-known artist. I not only like them aesthetically, but I also like them knowing the historical and cultural context they come from – early 20th century Vienna. It helps that he had a famous artist as a mentor, Gustav Klimt, which undoubtedly propelled his career forward. So perhaps this is the way to do it…seek out a mentor who has relative notoriety and learn what you can from him/her in the hopes of it leading somewhere.

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So what makes these two works valuable? The fact that they were done by a famous artist? Or would they be valuable in their own right because of their aesthetic quality even if you didn’t know who they were done by? Which brings up another question – when you look at a piece of art, can you tell whether or not it was made by a famous artist? I think we instinctively want to know who the artist behind the work is when we look at art, or at least I do, and if you are the least bit educated in art history you will know whether or not they are well-known. Therefore, I don’t know if it is possible to look at a serious work of art and separate it from the artist. And if we can’t separate the work from the artist, how do we know we like the work for the sake of the work itself or because of the artist who made it? For me the two go hand in hand. It is very hard to separate the two. But often there are works by artists that I don’t like even though I may like the artist as a whole. For example, Egon Shciele – I like him as an artist and I like many of his works, but not all of them. So in these cases, when I like the artist on the whole but not a particular work by that artist, I judge the work for the work itself and not for the artist. If one liked every work by a particular artist, one would be judging the work by the artist and not by the individual works. I don’t think there is one approach to evaluating art that is better than the other, they are just different.

But still, regardless of how one evaluates art, how does art become valuable? It seems strange to place a price tag on a work of art because it is hard to assign a value to it in terms of weighing how much the materials cost, how much the labor is worth, and what the desired profit is. It’s not like an object made in a factory that can be priced in this way. There is something about art that is transcendental by which it acquires value. And it is precisely for this reason that the price of art is typically very high – because its value is so hard to define so it is just easier if we give it a high price tag. It is a shame though because this means that it is really only available (to own at least) for the rich. Those who can’t afford to own a nice work of art can still appreciate it in a museum or gallery, but the ownership of art is a luxury for the wealthy. I tend to think that even if you own a work of art, you don’t really own it, but are rather just taking care of it and keeping it safe for the artist who created it, who I believe still ‘owns’ it. It is one thing to buy a work of art and own it in that sense, but I don’t think that means you really own because you didn’t create it. I believe the ownership lies in the creator, even if it is no longer in the creator’s physical possession.

In an attempt to help my artist boyfriend gain exposure, I am going to present some of his art here. How do you think it compares to Egon Schiele? If you didn’t know that it wasn’t made by Egon Schiele, would you think that it possibly could be? Or Van Gogh maybe?

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The way that artists draw inspiration from other artists and tend to imitate their style is quite common,  you can still tell that they are done by different artists. Artists can draw upon inspiration from other artists while still creating their own style.

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 It’s a shame that some artists, or perhaps even most artists, only gain notoriety after their death because they don’t get the chance to revel in it  or reap the financial rewards of being a well-known artist. Why is it that many artists  only become famous after their death? Is there something about the fact  that they’re no longer living that their work becomes almost sacred  because you know they can’t make any more of it? It’s a strange thing and  there is something that just doesn’t seem quite right about it.  Artists should  be able to experience their own notoriety and know that their art is appreciated by people.

More about Egon Schiele and his work on Artsy.

Living in my grandparents’ house

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I recently moved for a new job, which is conveniently located where my grandparents live, and while they do not live at home but in a nursing home, I am living in their house. Living in someone else’s house can be strange, especially when it’s still full of all their things. However, when it’s someone you know or are close to, it’s not quite as strange. In fact, I am rather enjoying living in my grandparents’ house.  Of course, I am lucky because they have a rather nice house. It’s full of art, books, records, Scandinavian furniture, culture, and history. I can feel the culture and history because I know about my grandparents’ past, but to a guest who might not know about my grandparents’ past, the culture and history might not be as obvious. My grandparents are immigrants from Czechoslovakia (now the Czech Republic) and they escaped when the Russians invaded. Their story is very interesting to me because I can’t imagine going through what they had to go through…having things like their homes taken away from them, their rights to do certain things, and ultimately leaving their families behind to have a better life elsewhere. So with these things in mind, I look around the house and take in all the history and culture as much as I can. There is something that feels very foreign about the house, but in a good way. It transports me to a different time and place that is unknown to me, but no less interesting.