Monday, March 9, 2009

Without the turquoise


Have you ever met that fifty-seven year old woman, the self-defined artist who wears chunky jewelry and longish sweaters that are too baggy? The one who frankly needs some style in her haircut? She slouches. And kind of whines. And there’s never any money. Ever.

Maybe she was your high school art teacher. Or maybe she’s the one that has been living in that incredible floor-through for the past thirty years, which over time has become a weird labyrinth that needs to be painted. Instead she’s painting bucking horses. She voted for Hillary because all men are swine.

I’ve always had a visceral reaction against her. It’s arrogant, I know it. But, I’m turning thirty-seven at the end of the month, and I need some models. I don’t want to turn into her. And maybe the twenty-somethings already think I have.

So what are the best hopes for my future? In my mind (and feel free to add):

Marina Abramovic – The rock, the brave artist who is frank and always evolving.

Louise Bourgeois – The kook, sincerely eccentric but so lovable.

Agnes Martin – The inward-turning recluse, graceful and no b.s. (that’s her above.)

Pema Chodron – One breath from enlightenment.

4 comments:

Lady Xoc said...
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Lady Xoc said...

Lady Xoc said...
Fear not Miss Molly. I am a (self-defined) fifty-seven year old artist, and I am also allergic to the woman you describe. Just get in your studio and work. The rest will take care of itself.

However, be warned: (and I'm sure you've heard this before) Aging is not for sissies in ways you can't know until you get there. Don't concentrate on the future. And don't try to compete with twenty-somethings. Your time on this planet is short enough.

Molly Stevens said...

God Bless Lady Xoc...

So maybe I won't skip the 33 and under show at the New Museum...

Mathilde said...

She's got a white square.
To her LEFT.