Any one that grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, in small town Alberta or small town North America for that matter will remember what 25 cents would get ya.
Plopping my brother and I on top of the mechanical horse, that sat out in front of Kresge’s was meant to sooth the nerves of my mom while she ran into the store and did a quick errand. Eventually it stopped as my brother and I would try to push each other off—me being 3 years younger I would always end up on the ground. Our horse was yellow with a black Maine.
Small town Urban Culture—Indelible.
We live in a culture and learn from a very young age that if something is bigger it has to be better. Like Robin Williams once said, "we need big American cars, to carry around big American butts”. It’s a funny and true statement based on a period of our history. Now people are finding quality through necessity through foreign car manufactures which all started with the price of fuel.
My point is, things change and mostly because people are forced to make changes.
When I embarked upon my most recent phase of my art career, it was clear that a shift was taking place, not only in art but in peoples perception of quality versus quantity. Most recently I have been creating small 12x12 inch and 20x16 canvases of the inner city.
As it turns out “the devil is in the details”. I have created much larger paintings most of my career and found the process relatively straight forward. Now with these smaller pieces I am finding my technique is being challenged and I am forced to make some changes in time spent and attention to detail. Basically these small pieces are much more difficult than large pieces.
That being said, I have expanded this series of work to include, new paintings of Urban Culture and I am excited that anyone can afford to own one at a $350. price point for a 12x12 and $650. for 16x20. I now have framing available at wholesale prices as well.
I have sold 2 of these in the past 2 weeks, so if you want to give someone a cool gift, drop by Grudart and drop me a note. I am happy to help in anyway I can.
It’s that time of year again, when everyone and their dog is trying to cash in on the franticness of the Christmas Holidays. This year we had a postal strike that threatened some online merchants bottom line. These people were freaking out and wondering what they were going to do.
Me! I make a living creating, exhibiting, and selling art and it is that very idea of making a living that funnels down to understanding peoples frantic disposition around Christmas. I don’t buy into it, because having loyal patrons comes from time, trust and and developing relationships. I have a connection to those who own my work—after all, my work is about people.
Expediting a project because it’s Christmas seems ludicrous to me because each one of my projects takes on a sort of sacred value which transcends a moment like Christmas—existing throughout the year.
People should have my art, and on terms they can afford but from a personal perspective and not an economically generated perspective. Don’t get me wrong, art is art and different people have different reasons to own a piece but ultimately that piece of art will hang somewhere for people to simply ponder and enjoy.
This is kind of weird but ask a piece of art a question, for example, why are their so many lines or why does the sky have green and pink in it and your imagination and creativity will open you up and provide you with unlimited possibilities and all it takes is a question.
A friend and client who owns several of my paintings, had been trying for years to get me to part with a particular painting. After several yearly meetups and dinners and copious amounts of alcohol, I gave in and he became the very proud owner of a very special Grud painting.
Years past, life’s trials and tribulations had found us both at opposite ends of the continent—him in Mexico and me in Calgary. We hadn’t talked for a long time until one day I got a call with a familiar voice reverberating on the other end of the phone.
Hey Grud! “Why did you put that bit of yellow on the left side of this painting”? I had no idea who this was or what he was talking about.
It was my buddy from Mexico and he preceded to explain—after he acquired the fore-mentioned painting , so many years ago, he would lay on his couch, looking at it and analyzing it, imagining what I was feeling and thinking as I painted it. To be honest, I couldn’t recall my process but I was very sure that the bit of yellow he was talking about was a colour element I used to balance the piece.
After that, it was very clear to me that great art is indelibly connected to its creator and it makes its way into the world through the patrons eyes. That day I really understood what was so important about my art.
I am in the business of relationships and I care about who owns my work.
Selling stuff is simply an exercise in arbitrage.
Take a chance and take a look at some art, right now, and let me know what you think.