I've made two comments this evening on the Painters Online blogs, and have then scrubbed both of them, on the grounds that there's no point being wilfully offensive. Actually, there's probably a LOT of point being wilfully offensive, but I know POL: posting provocative views just upsets people for no great gain. So I've censored myself.
But here, I can let rip .... one blogger tells us how inspired she is by the Zen practice (or practitioner?) of Wabi Sabi; she's flogging something, or trying to; another goes to town with a screed of psychobabble about meditation, unleashing the hidden power of creativity (this on a site for artists, who, you may feel, have already got into touch with their creative impulses): and she's flogging something too, specifically her holidays in Spain where, for a modest raid on your wallet, she will teach you - armed, as she is, with a polytechnic degree and a teaching certificate - how to relax; although the whole exercise seems calculated to cause her bank manager to slip into blissful contentment rather than anyone else: apart from herself.
You can base your painting practice on any damn' thing you like: it rarely makes the least difference; we have religious painters, painters who are simply inspired by religion, metaphysical painters, painters inspired by, for all I know, a Plumbing Manual. What gives you the first push varies from person to person, and has very little relevance or importance. If you want to wallow in this New Age pile of old socks, you do it.
But it's just a little odd how often those who talk the most vacuous old toss are nearly always insinuating a clutching paw into your pocket at the same time, isn't it?
Painters Online is a site for artists and would-be artists; not a forum for spurious life-coaches flogging continental holidays with a bit of woo thrown in. But if I said that on POL, I should be a horrid, grumpy old man. Well, I AM a horrid, grumpy old man: and this sort of festering cobblers makes me even grumpier. Why do people fall for it ......?
I post below a couple of the very small oil paintings I did in February - 7" by 5", on stretched box canvas, offers in excess of £50 each cheerfully considered. You see, I'm after your money too. But at least I don't dress it up in mother's crumpled old corsets pretending they're a silk gown......