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"Art Brut: literally translated from French means "raw art"; 'Raw' in that it has not been through the 'cooking' process: the art world of art schools, galleries, museums. Originally art by psychotic individuals who existed almost completely outside culture and society." Wikipedia
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copyright: Cynthia Lott Vogel |
I do not paint like that often enough. It brings me too close to emotions that can destroy me. It frightens me. But at times when I am mad, it gives me a bridge to sanity. It is a rail to ride to keep from ruining myself. my life. It is a link to a part of myself that knew what to do with images, paint and color. The problem emerges when it links the part of me comfortable with line and form to the visceral piece of my innards that pulses raw and bleeding; that emotes and screams aloud as it traces desperate finger-claws down the padded walls and pounds on barred windows of recollection.
By Stephen Judges |
In the hospital I turned up my nose at the dry magic markers and broken craypas. The therapist said, "If you are a real artist; the materials will not matter....they will not stand in the way of creating art." Her challenge bit me...tore through my snobbery and compelled me to accept the offering of the vine charcoal with humility. I drew several pieces...one of which landed up mostly on the jacket of the inmate who leaned an unwary back against my picture hanging from its proud post there on the wall.
Art.
Sanity.
Gropings.
Treading one's path through the molten lava of madness and coming out on the other side with a relic of the path traveled.
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