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What is Art?  What is Fine Art?  What and why is there a difference?  I have a degree in Fine Art and an Inter-disciplinary minor in Art History and Religion, which is convenient, since the subject matter of what is Art, and what is Fine art are tied up some in all these subjects.

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This piece is a representation of a work of art by myself, Ellen M. Latta, completed in 2017.  It is rendered in oil paint on masonite. The title of the piece is “Choose Well Your Fight”. This particular painting has an original poem painted on the back of the panel also created by me. It would be an interesting detail in any Certificate of Authenticity as in no other place would this poem be rendered in oil paint written in cursive by the hand of the artist.  It is better than a signature, which is easy to forge. The hand-painted poem is not so easy to forge.

The word “art” simply means to make something, thus anything that is made might be called art. Craftsmanship means it’s made to a standard that is recognizably excellent, and possibly repeatable in the same manner. Knitters and crotchetiers are examples of both artists and crafters. Custom furniture makers are another example of artists and crafters. Industrial designers are artists, and the processes that produce the designs are craftsmanship. I salute all the artists and crafters of designs for their excellent contributions to our high standard of living.

Back when Michelangelo was a lad, the landed gentry were not supposed to get their hands dirty. Doing craft work, painting, masonry, carpentry, wagon making, wheel making, blacksmithing, all of these were considered menial labor not to be performed by those who were in charge. That was considered peasants work.  It might be skilled work, but it was still a lowly occupation. The landed gentry learned swords and maces and all sorts of deadly fighting skills, and control tactics.  One of the control tactics then as now, was information and the manipulation and suppression of the same.

As a young lad Michelangelo had watched a stone mason working sculpture and developed a passion for it. His father did not approve, but Michelangelo was not so easily dissuaded.  In order to make the work of his son not be looked down on, Michelangelo’s Father came up with a brilliant plan to separate the craftsman’s work out and created an entirely new field of work approved by the landed gentry for their offspring.

Since information and the manipulation of ideas was part of the landed gentries stock in trade, “Fine Art” was set apart from craft work by the introduction of symbology that conveyed a separate message contained within the work. Sometimes the symbology was hidden, and sometimes it was blatant, but always it was present in the work. Modern Art still contains these requirements to meet the threshold of Fine Art, thus the publicized write up by a recognized art critic is essential.

There are whole books dedicated to the language of symbology.  Certain things present in the work are meant to convey specific meanings. Fruit, flowers, geometry, numbers, or quantities of items all have specific meanings. Animals can represent ideas and concepts as well. Colors always have affects, but also may convey other things depending on the context of the piece. A line may be just a line, or it may point to something.  A shape may be meant to convey a form or a specific idea. The roughness or smoothness of a piece may also convey more than one type of meaning, or such treatment may be meant to provide a more subtle provision.

Fine art lies at the intersection of politics, high-finance, communications, psychology, and craftsmanship; the latter consideration being of less importance than the former. An officially recognized work of Fine Art becomes a vehicle for the protection of or the transfer of wealth. The major fine art auction houses are the international facilitators and officially sanctioned record keepers of these financial exchanges. Museums, and art galleries are secondary vehicles of these transactions.

Art is one of the things that is not taxed in the same way that most property is taxed. It can be used to protect an amount of money. One person may convey an amount of money to another person through the means of a Fine Art purchase as well.  The item purchased should have an authentic seal of approval of it’s possible future value through the use of officially sanctioned Fine Art critics who publicly proclaim an artist’s work to be worthy of the title of collectible.

If a person is conveying an amount of money between parties through the use of Fine Art, it is generally preferred that the art is difficult to make forgeries of.  Documentation is required.  A gestural work, in art’s language, is a rapid stroke that roughly draws a subject.  Gestural Art has found a particularly important niche in the fine art world, as it’s nearly impossible to make a good forgery of a truly large gestural work.

This latter form of abstract art has landed some confused criticism from many who proclaim that their five-year old could make better art than that seen in some museums.  Indeed, it may be true that the five-year old might make a better representation of something; however, the five-year old is not officially sanctioned by authorized critics within the art world to make symbolic art for sale to collectors; thus the sloppily drawn noodles of line that depict whatever fancy has struck the sanctioned artist become a cashable check for those looking to protect their assets with something non-taxable.

When the average person attacks the value of a work of proclaimed fine art, based on the lack of representative craftsmanship, they misunderstand the purpose of the piece. It likely is a representation of money and power and sometimes even position. To treat it as anything else is to threaten the financial stability of many of the world’s top fortune collectors. This was more probably the reason for the Bonfire of the Vanities than the purported religious excuse that was used in the destruction of much of Europe’s Fine Art collections in the middle ages.

One need not actually destroy the works themselves to destroy the financial footing of those who own the work. One needs only destroy the officially sanctioned recognized value of the pieces to drastically reduce the net worth of the individuals who own them. Hitler’s Degenerate Art exhibition, staged by Adolf Ziegler in 1937, was an instance where the acclaimed value of some types of art, or works by individuals who were not approved of by Hitler’s regime, were devalued by proclamation of a Nation state. The devaluation of these artists work, instantly reduced the net worth of many art collectors within Germany and their occupied territories.The more certain method of this destruction though, is to destroy the works themselves, as there is no coming back from that.

Some people are purchasing Fine Art through the Auction houses and immediately shipping it into a vault underground.  This is a form of tax safe haven, and a hopeful insurance check against possible disaster. As with most investments, it’s not guaranteed to pay off, but there is historical precedent for the idea of getting value back at some time in the future.  One might want to store up the auction house catalog as well as the certificate of authenticity and the letter of provenance to the piece as an additional set of proofs of the value of the work.

The certificate of authenticity is a form that the Artist may provide stating that the work in hand is indeed their work and not that of a forger or rogue print maker. The letter of provenance is a detailed history of the trail of owners, verifying that it is legitimately owned and not a stolen work of art.  If a work has been stolen and found and returned to the owner, these details are included in the  history of the work.   With a true work of Fine Art, the certificate of authenticity and the letter of provenance are as important as the work itself to maintain and verify the value of the work.

This is a very general explanation of the realm of Fine Art. If you found this information helpful, write in the comments below. Let me know if there is more you would like to know about the subject of Fine Art, or any particle field  of Fine Art.  I will be happy to provide more detailed information.

 

Ellen M Story, Ellen M. Lattz at emariaenterprises, llc. January 2019.

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Hi Emily.  Happy belated birthday wishes to you. Yes, I know this is two days after your birthday…..  I didn’t forget it….. I just have other issues. Sorry.  I know, I’m a terrible Mother.

The first issue is that although I have your birthday stuff in my car, and the kids Easter stuff as well, and the boxes to pack them into, and the tape to seal them with, I haven’t had the money for the postage….  I would have had, but it keeps getting sucked out in over charge fees at the bank….  I don’t know why Naomi and I can’t coordinate this better…  It might be because there is so little actual communication between us, or it could be because I’m the only one with a job….Oh well….sigh……second month in a row.

The second issue was that my phone was dead on Wednesday, and I plugged it into the car to get it some charged up before I went to school, but it wasn’t charged enough by the time I got there, so I put my keys back into the ignition and turned the car on while I sat for a while…..  then, because it was still early Your time, I gathered my stuff together, and went to class…. (did you guess yet that I left the keys in the ignition? because I didn’t until I got back out there later that afternoon).

The third issue was school, and having a paper due, and getting my stuff together for the final critique in printmaking next week (I finished my body sized print today).

The fourth issue was getting to work on time (which I didn’t because my keys were locked in the car, (and calling the insurance company’s road side assistance used up the rest of my phone charge, again). So, though I had the time then to call you, I didn’t have the phone charge (again).

Then I got to work (finally, after getting back into the car, and getting it jumped, because the key was not only In the ignition, but also turned to On).  I did remember that it was your birthday, but I was at work, and I had a dead phone…. When I got off work after midnight… It was late, and my phone was still dead.  I got home and plugged it in… and fell asleep waiting for it to charge up again….

So.. then I was into the next day already.  I hope you had a great birthday anyway, and survived your night out. 😉

So, because I’m a terrible Mother, I’m going to write a “Make-up for being a shitty Mother” poem Just for you.  It won’t be for my Creative writing class, for which I need another two poems by tomorrow; he will get two Other poems for that workshop.  This one will be Just Yours. You can see it in the other blog TheMusicOfPoetry.wordpress.com.  Love you much

Mom

 

First, I want to thank all my followers.  You are wonderful.  The joy I get from seeing that little notification that someone else has liked and is following my blog is matched only by the joy of seeing someone’s face light up when I’ve done something for them.   Thank you for checking out my work.  I do go to your sites and check your’s as well.  I hope I have remembered to push the little button each time, but I confess, that sometimes I get lost in perusing the material, past and present, and then get distracted by some ordinary everyday thing that demands my attention and I might miss doing that once in a while.

So of course you are wondering why I have that title up there?  I know that title sounds ominous.  What kind of person asks that kind of question?  It’s not that I don’t appreciate being able to locate things because they’ve been put in likely locations.  In this instance, it’s because nobody Else knows where to look, or maybe they really don’t care to look.  I’m a little afraid to find out.

In this instance, I’m talking about being organized as a blogger.  You see, I split my blog up into parts, to make it less diverse.  I have a recipe section now, (but it’s mostly about taking care of your thyroid) and I have a poetry blog, and one that’s pretty much all about political values.

I know that I sometimes get people on the poetry blog because I now have some followers there.  I don’t have so much going on with the other two.  Maybe it’s because there isn’t any interest in looking at them.  I suppose that’s fair.  Perhaps my followers here are more interested in the personal aspects of my life, and less about what I have to say about political things or health things.  Still, I can’t help be disappointed that those sites aren’t getting viewed as well, or maybe that’s greedy of me.

Perhaps I should just be very contented that I have followers on two sites.  When I consider it that way, that is pretty awesome to me.  Wow.  How could I want for more?  Is it worth it being organized?  Perhaps.  If only so that I don’t bore my followers with things they aren’t interested in.

Thank you for reading my musings and rants, and have a great day!

 

Thank you to Ifindkarma for the lovely picture of organizing boxes.

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I have been reading

a variety of verses

called poetry.

There are many different forms,

and many different views

on what are called

poems.

 

Some are light and airy.

Some are heavy;

pulling

you

down.

 

Some are visceral,

gritty imaginings

of someone’s real,

and sometimes

unreal,

themes.

 

We are voyeurs of creation

peeking into an abyss

of dark and light

swirled onto paper

for a show.

 

Do we dare to object?

or imagine that we know

better than another

what is real?

or good?

or evil?

 

Yes.

for we are each

Creators;

borrowing from what is already,

and creating anew

another field,

another place,

another existence.

 

 

 

My Thanks to edalaneyphotography for the image of” Evil Spider” via Flickr

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I’ve been missing in action for a couple of weeks now, and Totally neglecting my Blogs. Sorry readers.
My explanation for this is fairly straightforward;
I’m in the midst of moving from one house to another, which activity I haven’t indulged in for over ten years now,
and there is so much stuff…..
Moving
Oh, if only
I could put it all
on a moving walkway
and let it ride all the way
to it’s destination….
(Thank you Wikipedia for the photo)
Of course, in my usual pack-rat manner, I have a hard time getting rid of any of it, but I’m trying to weed out some things;
I will have to, as the house I’m moving into is smaller than the one I am leaving.
I am so glad that I have some time to do the sorting and re-packing
(some of my things have been packed for years, because of remodeling).
I can’t even remember what I have any more, it’s been so long since I’ve seen some things.
As for my blogs…
I was for a little while focusing on poetry, as I have had some experimental pieces written elsewhere and was transferring them to the now specified Poetry blog site.  It was an appropriate time to do so, as it was April, and National Poetry month.
Frankly, when I started it, I didn’t know it was Poetry month, and I didn’t have a goal of doing one poem a day, or anything like that, though some may have thought so, as there were lots of little poems being placed within it. They mostly were and are some experimental Haikus.
I hope someday to have at least some of them reach that exalted status of satisfying my desire to blend the short form with a truly inspired bit of imagery.  I don’t know that I have achieved that, but some people have liked some of the pieces, so it would seem that I have at least achieved some small measure of satisfaction with them.  Pleasing people is at least one of my goals, though the first one is to please myself by expanding my range and practice of writing.  To be More of a writer than what is embodied as a technical writer.
Someone asked me who my favorite poet was.  I answered somewhat flippantly with a quick Haiku:
Off the Top of my Head

There are so many

Longfellow and Elizabeth

B. Browning (of course)

 

but that isn’t necessarily right, as there are others I have liked just as well, some who are not so well known, and some who are.  It is impossible for me to have a very favorite, or a Most favorite, as it depends entirely on the mood I’m in when I read them, and that changes almost with the weather.

I wish you all a good week, and will see you again soon, but not very soon.

Sincerely,

E Maria…..

 

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When once I glanced upon a star aglow in all it’s glory,

I chanced to wonder just how far its light had traveled nearly.

And does it have a limit to how long its glow will tarry?

Or can it burn forever bright as far as light will carry?

If once it shudders and collapses is it because it’s weary?

Or can a star, rebellious, find past limits cost most dearly?

What is a black hole made of? Is it matter, anti-matter?

Or is a star intelligent, or mad as the Mad Hatter?

Once collapsed but previously, a star, so shining brightly.

Was it once an added upon of souls that traveled rightly?

Can I but dwell in righteousness, will I journey so directly?

Or maybe stop one step away, dwell first as planet, earthy.

When star was sun, did it by chance deny its truest maker?

And as result, get cast away, a swirl of Outer Darkness?

Did it refuse to operate as light source for creation?

Or was there something else that stopped its brilliant conflagration?

Did it swell with pride, its limit reach, strained to go much further,

and thus, collapse into itself, from reaching too much over.

Like Lucifer who shone so bright, and fostered insurrection,

did it try to take on too much power and end its sussuration?

 

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For Ellen and Aletia

Life is full of collisions

Always faced with decisions

Which choice is the best to make

where will it lead if this road I take

So we choose

and sometimes lose

but I maintain

we cannot be certain

that if we chose the other

the result would have been better

For Maggie, who chose …

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This Haiku was for Maggie, who was having  a bad day.

Released To Grow

Growing into strength

I’m holding my head so high

I believe I am

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Dhaka

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These

Haiku‘s were inspired by a new friend  from Dhaka, Bangladesh.   This is where I began writing this series.

 

The Workout

I work to survive

Survival of the fittest

means I must be fit

 

My new friend is a social worker in Dhaka, Bangladesh

To New Friends

Sending a request

All the way to Bangladesh

To become your friend

 

Poem Drawn

I made a new friend

He’s in Dhaka, Bangladesh

Working poetry

 

Mathematical Relay

Poetic sentence

Haiku form 5 7 5

relays the message

 

Computation Error

The syllable count

Inadequate Substitute

Expressed as an On

 

Loose Thoughts

The prose isn’t taut

Still I hope to accomplish

some semblance of thought

 

Haiku Hang-up

I wonder if I

could communicate as well

in small sentences

 

Conceptual Realization

Scaling the message

Requires consideration

In such a format

 

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I’ve been practicing poetic forms in another forum, and I’ve created not a few Haiku’s while there. Some of them are pretty good, and some of them are simple, and some of them are both.  I’ll leave it up to you to decide which ones are worth reading, but I’m going to include a few of them here together.

So as to not get the titles confused with the actual form,  the Titles of each are in bold italics.  I hope you enjoy the reading.

These next few are dedicated to Maggie, who’s thoughts were the inspiration for them.

 

Lighter Than

Inspiring sun light

Wakes me with it’s gentle rays

Sends me warmed, to bed

 

Sum Total

Life experience

and a long journey, equals

a wealth of knowledge

 

Present Treasure

A new Horizon

Provides a Welcome Vista

To my Memories

 

Soul Balm

All the memories

The days of splendid beauty

Bring blessed relief.

 

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Mourning Dove

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When in doubt, I close my eyes, hold my breath;

I open them again, and count to twenty.

Breathing in, breathing out, leaves death to death;

Refocus my heart on seeing plenty.

 

The things I’ve seen are all recorded;

engraved upon my heart forever.

If someday diligence is rewarded,

Pain and suffering will visit, never.

 

While I’m waiting here, there will be others

Who’ll use another to make life easier.

There’s no single day that comes to mothers

where someone’s life is not made queasier.

 

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For those in bondage, there is sympathy;

Mourning tears for the dearest departed.

Those gone before would not begrudge me,

I hold up my head, not broken-hearted.

 

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In setting aside the pain and suffering,

We make time to honor what remains;

Not forgetting time for sorrowing,

There’s still time enough to live, and love again.

 

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For Angel and Sirocco

We gave away two kittens today, one female and one male.

One had dark brown ears and bright blue eyes and stripes upon his tale.

One lithe and quick and playful, one thoughtful and sincere,

One’s throat as clean as fallen snow with paws almost as clear.

One’s coat as short as velvet, one’s shiny as sateen;

One’s face a mask of smoky streaks, with sand thrown in between.

We gave away two kittens today, but all we now can feel

Is sadness that we’re missing more than two could e’re have been.

 

 

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Cat Conspiracy

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My cat has been here  7 years.  She’s fixed and quite the lady.

My daughter brought home half grown kits; they’ve had some pretty babies.

We’ve kept a few that grew on us, but have to get their rabies.

There’s no more room, the place is full. My cat is going crazy.

The first cat thinks  the second cats are terrible and lazy.

She doesn’t think that other cats should be allowed the spacee.

My cat dislikes to share her place, and doesn’t share her people.

She growls at them and hisses too, for them she has no scruples.

I try to hug her tight to me, but she scratches, and she pulls;

she eyes the others with distrust, and hides beneath the table.

I miss my cat; her soft meow, her silent, rumbling purr

was often felt to me a solace, to stroke her soft black fur.

Sometimes she will call to me, and arch her back for petting,

but then she spies the other ones, and leaves the room complaining.

She doesn’t feel her place is right, while others are in waiting.

And so she misses out on love; because she’s busy glaring.

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Pain comes from disappointment.

We expected more from ourselves.

Our expectations are our enemies.

Anger comes from fear.

We fear what we do not understand the end of.

Fear is the opposite of faith.

Despair comes from giving up on yourself.

You are afraid you don’t have the right stuff.

God believes you are always worth hoping for.

If God believes it, why don’t you?

He is smarter than you.

He already knew you before you were here.

He knew there would be difficulties.

That’s why he agreed to pay the price for you ahead of time.

After everything you can do, he will do the rest.

Do everything you can.

Do what you must.

Trust him.

He will bring you home.

He is not disappointed.

He already knew what would happen.

He only wants you to let him help you.

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I was angry.

Now I am not.

I was afraid.

Now I am not.

I felt despair.

Now I have hope.

There is no rational explanation for what I feel.

It just is.

Because it is what it is.

That is the nature of the challenge.

If there were no difficulties,

How would there be a test?

If there were no test,

Why bother with this type of existence?

God could make us all run on automatic with only a little tweaking.

But he doesn’t,

Because he wants the test to show us what we are, and can do, and can’t do.

Then we will be satisfied

that where we are placed is the right place for us.

We will all be happy.

Everyone will be happy.

I will be happy.

So I may as well start being happy now.

 

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Enthralled with form, the function ignored.

The reason was there, without the rhyme.

Her loss of focus reduced the words

to one of convenience in limited time.

The question nags her to voice her concern.

She hangs her head no longer to worry.

The gift neglected, in moments returns;

the prose, select, when not in a hurry.

What words to us, as time directed,

Birth the newest conceptual image.

Choose carefully the picture selected,

Else chaos reigns o’er the resulting scrimmage.

 

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Why?

She asks.

Do you care?

What’s it to you?

Cautious, she hesitates.

You aren’t the one.

Who sees me?

Not you.

Her.

Woman.

Stands alone.

Having been one.

Her present is more.

Her future less.

She is now.

Content.

Once,

There was

Another

Who cared for me

When no one else did.

He is enough.

God is good.

Only

Him.

 

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Somewhere in the after-thought of getting something done,

there lies a set of reasons too profound.

You run, and run, and run until you lose yourself in motion,

hoping that your actions won’t be found.

You’re looking for a sign and you think you’ve found the one,

but the feeling that is loosed is run to ground.

You’re standing in the rain where the sun is pouring down,

the king will sleep  it off, while the Jester’s getting crowned.

There isn’t something new where there isn’t something old

And you can’t get satisfaction from the cold.

But the simple truth is this, if you haven’t had a kiss,

You won’t get any more than what is told.

We look at all our follies and we wish we hadn’t bothered,

But our wishes won’t get wheels put on our ride.

If we want a better outcome, then we have to work it out some,

And we’d better get a handle on our pride.

 

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A man.

A simple man.

A complex man.

A married man.

A wounded man.

A lonely man.

A man.

One.

Then two.

He thinks

He Needs another

For something more.

Before there is two,

There is

One.

Alone.

He stands alone.

He missed the bus.

She was the one.

She waits at home.

He forgets his place.

He looks for her.

Alone.

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