Thursday, March 10, 2011

Old Books, New Friends



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Do you like these four canvases? Very much as if he meant it, the man at the shop said, “William, I love these, I think they’re beautiful.” With Easter approaching, he was especially drawn to the Christ-like image at the center of this picture, and said he knew my customers would pleased. I thanked him and said I didn’t have any customers, and that these canvases were an experiment of sorts. What I didn’t say was that I view them all as self-portraits. Crucified? Oh, yes. Daily. And then raised up, again and again, by friends.

The four books standing upright are from the Household Edition of the Waverley Novels, by Sir Walter Scott. They were published in 1857. The one lying flat is the 1920 third printing of First Plays, by A.A. Milne.


Update:
In the Forum: Robert Burns, how he could spin a rhyme with a leer.

17 comments:

Stream Source said...

Do you sell your work? Or should I say, 'can you'? I've taken to giving some of mine away, but I have a much harder time selling it - like putting a price on a piece of my soul. I feel diminished by just the thought of it.

To me, crucified is, ironically, most alive of these. I love it ~

♥Jan♥ said...

William, I believe that you are one of the most artistic & talented people I know. You write. You draw. You set-up and take wonderful photos.

Crucified? I'm sorry to say it is most common in this world today. No. Not like Christ. But still it is alive and well.

RUDHI - Chance said...

Good luck for your *druid's army*, William PU...

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) I agree to Jan!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Donna. And maybe it isn’t so ironic, since these little canvases, at least in my view, have lives of their own. I don’t feel diminished by the thought of selling what I draw and write. To say that these are a part of my soul is true, but so is everything else I see and say and do. I would not raise one above the other, or try to separate them in any way. I give freely through my website and blog each and every day and am happy to do so. But like everyone else, I need to live, and whatever money comes my way through the sale of my work is money I accept gratefully and with pride, because, while it might not be much, this is the best I have to offer.

William Michaelian said...

Right you are, Jan, right you are. And you are as good and kind a friend as anyone could ever hope for.

William Michaelian said...

My little unarmed army salutes you, Rudhi. With a wink, with a nod.

William Michaelian said...

Laura, when I say thank you, it’s not only for your kindness, but for all the inspiring work you share.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

thank you too Willaim!
and it is nice to came into your ambiente, where you are living!

Bitch said...

Your words are sharp like a sword
and from the other hand so heart
broken..
Love M.

William Michaelian said...

And you’re welcome anytime, Laura. We feel lucky to have a place where we can keep so many of our crazy dreams alive.

Dear perceptive Monika, such is my life in a nutshell.

Stickup Artist said...

I like the presentation on the consistently sized canvasses. It would be something to see them arranged on a gallery wall and certainly not hard to imagine the impact and story they would tell. A psychic journey and journal in images!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you. A frightening thought, almost.
“Frameless heads on nameless walls.”

erin said...

i agree with stickup artist. they should be shown.

i have to laugh. i was surprised. i expected to see them on dissimilar pieces of paper, a refuge of faces. i mean this in the tenderest of ways: paper for birds to render their nests with. they are very formidable this way. and while they are bits of you, oh, how it resonates with your simple, Crucified? Oh, yes. Daily. i feel that we should be able to purchase them (heh, heh, she says selfishly) framed so that we might hang them at mirror height and perhaps see ourselves more clearly. see? this would be a service.:)

they are beautiful, william.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Erin, I see myself rattling along sleeplessly in a train at night, through unnamed towns and across the wide prairie, alone in my compartment with a large battered trunk full of canvases. I’m on my way to a one-man show in New York. When I arrive and step out on the platform, someone informs me, in an astonished whisper, “New York, sir. It’s gone. Something happened to it, and we’re trying our best to carry on.” Later, sitting on a bench where a park used to be, I open the trunk, and when I do, the canvases flutter away like leaves or birds.

Stream Source said...

...your response to me is on target. Upon closer inspection, I think I'll know my price when I hear it - my soul intact.

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful. Thank you, Donna.