Numb Rage

How many of you are vacillating between feeling numb and full of rage with little to no buffer between the extremes??? My anxiety makes me revolve pretty damn fast on a normal day. These days it feels like mental whiplash.

The George W. Bush presidency made me upset enough to generate creative energy and be very productive. Trump, that asshole, is jamming me!!! That said, I keep fighting, kicking my own ass toward creative progress. The things I’m interested in most and have been making work about for years are still very real and present (cultural hypocrisy etc.). Unfortunately for me, Trump sucks all the air out of the room and my non-Trump ideas get buried. Therefore, I’m running with that at the moment. The numb rage of living through these days makes me make art specifically about this time.

Numb Rage – I’ll have to use that for a title of a new piece of art. Alright, here we go. Let it flow.

 

The Loyalty Lies Project and the LIES Brand

Last month I launched a new project. The Loyalty Lies Project and the LIES brand.

https://www.loyaltylies.com

One way or another, like it or not, LIES and the need to ignore or investigate them play an ever-increasing role in our lives.

The LIES brand is not a reaction. It’s a response. This is my universal response to contemporary culture. Supporting the LIES brand is an acknowledgment that truth is in question at every moment about every subject. Yes, some LIES can be harmless and benign. More often LIES create deception as a means of manipulation. Over time, LIES become the institution. LIES are the tradition.

LIES continuously surround us. There will always be LIES, especially when loyalty above all else is the demand. Loyalty leads to LIES. What LIES have you believed today? What LIES have you repeated today? What LIES have you unknowingly spread? What LIES will you loyally support or perpetrate? What LIES will you doubt? What LIES will you destroy?

The LIES brand is a direct statement about the political and consumer culture we inhabit today. In our political culture, facts are continuously manipulated beyond recognition. In our consumer culture, manipulated facts are widely accepted and commonplace. Brand loyalty is what matters most.

Loyalty above all else will result in LIES of one kind or another.

At the moment I have shirts (2 colors), stickers (2 variations), and posters (8 different versions) for sale. Get yours today and tell your friends. Spread LIES.

LIES: THE BRAND FOR NOW

Never An Easy Way – Morcheeba

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Heard this one shuffle this morning. It had been a while since I heard it. This song sounds best after midnight but today it was a morning song and once again I heard the right song at the right time.

The sound is bold and strong yet spacious and sparse. The lyrics are moody yet motivational.

It’s one of my personal anthems. Nothing else to say.

My Neighborhood Made National News

My neighborhood made national news.

https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/y3my55/these-racist-wuhan-plague-plaques-are-popping-up-around-atlanta?utm_source=vicenewsfacebook&fbclid=IwAR1_3eI5ARBYz1xF7pyyEr5BETybJwp0ys-EFApVluMBMMEJvcROCF6Q8-s

Probably because I’m an artist, but my first instinct here is to think that the person behind it is not a racist at all. Instead, they’re making a subversive statement about racism itself and our visceral responses to it.

It made you look, it made you think. That my friends…is why art kicks ass, regardless of what your emotional reaction may be.

Cult of Personality – Living Colour

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I’m surprised at how many people have NOT heard this song. Kids! Give it a spin! Adults, revisit this song and it’s message. It’s sounds like 2020 doesn’t it? We’re living through the Cult Of Ugly Personality.

Artist as Rock & Roll Enthusiast (ARE)

I plan to make more Artist as Rock & Roll Enthusiast (ARE) posts here on this blog and more posts about other topics in general. Things I might normally post to Facebook. Hopefully I will live up to this proclamation. My mixed feelings about Facebook have helped me come to this conclusion. Post more of what I want on my own blog and post the links to that on Facebook instead of directly posting there.

My next post will be the first of many “song of the day” type of posts. There’s no agenda to these songs, just things I encounter within the soundtrack of my daily life.

Look Into The Light

I was working on class preparations in my studio this morning when I noticed the sunlight highlighting a section of a collage I made many years ago. Robert Mitchum from The Night of the Hunter. There it is. Another valuable nugget from the mine. Something I can use, right now.

Sometimes it’s right in front of you. An idea. Sometimes it’s staring right at you. Not waiting to be seen, waiting to be revealed and placed in the hands of the creative process.

The Adjunct Life of Terror

Adjunct life continues. This week I begin teaching at Kennesaw State University, located in suburban Atlanta. As you can see in the picture below, my collection of photo identification continues to grow. That’s the good news. The bad news is this. My classes at Georgia Gwinnett College this semester were cancelled. I was informed of this less than two days before the first scheduled class. So two thirds of my teaching income evaporated within a second. This unfortunate chain of events is further proof that nothing good can happen without something bad also happening.

That’s the way it goes. I understand that. It’s happened to me before, it’ll happen again. That’s the adjunct life. Trust me, it’s filled with all kinds of bullshit you wouldn’t want to deal with. It’s the new normal for many educators.

In a moment of synchronicity, I received this message from a friend in Louisville while writing this post. She also happens to be an adjunct educator. Her message wasn’t good news. She wrote “they canceled my class today and didn’t even notify me. I did my syllabus that was due yesterday and had it all turned in.” When my classes were cancelled a few days ago, it felt like I received a gut punch. I cannot imagine how awful I would feel if, like my friend, I wasn’t even notified. It goes to show, no matter how bad it is for you, another adjunct out there has it worse. Why aren’t these institutions compelled to be professional? If you’re an educator, teaching professionalism is a component of your lessons. However, you’re often not treated as a professional by those that entrust you to teach that very thing to students.

Universities are often replacing retiring teachers with adjunct faculty, so things are never going back to the way they were. For the most part this has a big negative effect on education overall. First and foremost the relationship between professor and student is being blown to pieces. Think back to your best college classes. More than likely you formed a bond with the professor and the other engaged students. That professor/student relationship is nearly impossible to form when you’re an underpaid adjunct scrambling all over town to work multiple part time gigs. In this equation, the educator loses out on the most rewarding part of the profession. The student loses too.

The new classroom relationship is becoming blatantly transactional. A fellow educator friend of mine made a poignant observation of this academic devolution. He said this type of classroom culture means educators are now treated like glorified vending machines. Unfortunately, this type of transaction produces little to no critical analysis. This is just one of the many unintended consequences of this dynamic. I could go on about it further but I’ll save it for another post. The bottom line is that education is being devalued in every way. This has created a terrible chain reaction of additional problems.

Shit treatment of our educators (at all levels) has to stop.

Happy New Clear

Welcome to 2020. Clarity is here!

Not quite, but it is my biggest goal of the year. Find clarity in my life and walk toward it with greater focus and discipline. In many ways I am at a breaking point. I actually feel fine about most of it too. I feel I am at a pivotal moment in regard to many things in my life. My relationship with myself, my health and my identity itself are all sitting at the crossroads while I figure it out. Where to go? What to do? How to do it? I can feel the stress. Too often, I paralyze myself under the weight of the pressure. I need to recapture the fearlessness it took to pursue this life in the first place.

There I things within me I do want to break and rebuild. Let’s go 2020. Give me clarity. I am open.

Exhibition Photographs

Here are some images from my exhibition last month. Thank you to Glynn Visual Arts in St. Simons Island, GA. All work is available for sale. Reach out to me if you are interested in buying or commissioning artwork.

Finishing Touches

Another quick art studio update. Last week, I placed some finishing touches (AKA: trimming, numbering and signing) on a couple of new series of silkscreen prints. More prints are in development. All are for sale. Eventually through a web presence. Until then contact me directly at brett@brettcallero.com if interested in any way.

Donny & the Stooges Hits The Streets

Donny & the Stooges hits the streets. As I mentioned before, that is the name of my latest project. I posted about it here, https://brettcalleroartist.com/2019/05/30/donny-the-stooges/.

The sticker version of this image is now making it’s way around Atlanta and other cities across the country.  Here are a few photos from Atlanta.

Printmaking Studio Update

Ah yes, the art of screenprinting. So easy and yet so difficult. I’m trying to appreciate the vast amount of inconsistency in my skills. The hand pulled print is an imperfect process. I’m continuing to work on some small editions of new prints. Here are a few photos from the last few weeks in the printmaking studio.

 

 

 

 

Donny & the Stooges

Hey friends, what’s happening? I’ve got something to say. Creative people that do not like what passes for leadership today need to do something about it by making something about it. I’m not saying to make it your main creative outlet. Have it be that other creative release you do outside of your normal body of work. It should be your interesting side project These times call for us to do this. That’s what I am doing with the street art and screenprints I’ve been making. They’re like advertisements and clearly come with a finer, sharper point that my other bodies of work.

This stuff is my punk rock side project! I believe every artist needs to speak up and visually communicate as they can only do. I am compelled to do something, artists of the world need to write their protest songs. Get to work!

Mini manifesto aside, I’m posting about my latest contribution to putting my art where my mouth is. I’ve been messing around with a new idea. Planning on making many different pieces based on the concept of Donny & the Stooges. My inspiration of course is Trump and his greatest enablers. The concept combined this with the visual culture of the Stooges (later known as Iggy & the Stooges), who are of course, the legendary, groundbreaking, highly influential, ass kicking pre-punk band from Detroit that featured the one and only Jim Osterberg (AKA Iggy Pop).

Today, I noticed that my initial instagram post about this new artwork was taken off of my Instagram page. Censorship is real. Big brother (in the form of a threatened conservative) in action. Interestingly enough, I noticed this by visiting #donnyandthestooges, the post is still up there.

This screenshot shows a work in progress. As always. Stay tuned. More to come.