Recently, a friend inquired as to why I never (I'm para-phrasing) "make any happy art?" Needless to say, I didn't answer her. How do I answer the unanswerable? I could have gone off on Americans and their ridiculous need to lump everything (including art?) into asinine dichotomies--but I didn't. I don't believe art can be simply categorized as either "happy art" or "sad art"; of course, I also don't believe in a lot of the other simplistic dichotomies that we Americans are trained to follow as gospel. I could have explained that my art, in general, isn't about "happy" or "sad"--but, rather, satire. But then I figured I'd have to explain satire--and I just didn't have the energy to do so.
Anyway, as it turns out, I just completed a piece that if I had to lump it into either sad or happy categories, would probably fall into the latter. And to be honest, it's not even satirical. It's nothing more than a tribute to those hours spent as a child, drawing and imagining--something I truly hope children today are allowed/encouraged to do. Here are some pics of the piece:
The (sometimes mad) ramblings of a mixed media artist.