Friday, November 16, 2012

(very) Brief Movie Post

I'm shifting this blogs purpose slightly. I knew it would happen as I continued on and my lack of posting regularity has forced a change. The blog is about tapping into that creative side of people (mostly just for me probably) but a big asset of that creative side is its counterparts in other areas. So I'll be posting more regularly but on a variety of topics. Today's happens to be pretty artistic (baby steps...) centering around a couple of movies.

First up, The Comedy.
My overall reaction: I liked it. I found Tim Heidecker's performance incredible, like makes-me-want-to-act awesome. It left me wishing there was more in less.

To explain: Heidecker's character was in my opinion fascinating. When he was not the focus I was waiting for him to come back. The subtle things added and left out made so much more of the character than the actual dialog or the events - not that either was bad at all. The only part that bothered me was I kept waiting for something more significant. Not necessarily an obvious epiphany or ridiculous voice over explanation, just something more. It was a long movie that I felt repeated the same statement just in several ways. Like the person who uses four analogies to make a point when you got it after one. But still very... mmm not enjoyable - that would definitely not describe it or flatter anyone involved in the movie... captivating? I dunno, this is why I should really have a tumblr blog and just post photos... Words... sigh...

Anyway, some great stuff on the horizon - HOLY MOTORS!! I do not normally like or want to see movies like this but I can't help but count down the days until it shows at the Silent Movie Theatre.

Lastly an update on the art. Now that the boxes are unpacked its time to get back to painting. Plus mom is coming to visit which will likely lead to the post-visit binge painting. You can see some of her art on our Apartment Therapy house tour (and some of mine). I have a few palet pieces available for sale still and a couple others. Keep checking in for more to be posted.

-chase

and I leave you with a random photo of a Guerciotti...


Thursday, August 30, 2012

A Fate Worse Than Hate

I was looking at one of my favorite paintings today which happens to be one of my mom's that I begged her for. I don't think she particularly likes it - as a lot of artists feel about their earlier work. 

In fact, I'm going to go on a tangent here about something I heard the other day and could relate to. It was something an author said at a book reading in response to the question which of your books is your favorite. He said, "its always my most recent one," and then spoke about how he's always finding ways to fix things that frustrated him about the last book and improve. I feel the same way about most of my pieces. Happiest with the latest. But I digress... Anyway, so this painting of my mom's...

I was thinking about how I felt about it and why I liked it so much. I'm not going to go into the details, it was a personal thought train, but I noticed it had changed over time. I then started to think about other pieces that stuck out in my memory and there were only two types: ones I loved and ones I didn't like at all (I won't go as far as say hate, I rarely if ever hate art). I've seen a lot of paintings that I didn't care one way or the other about and can't remember a single one. But I can picture lots that I didn't like.

What this brought me to was the idea that with art, I prefer to be memorable than liked. And the reason for this isn't to be provocative or controversial, but just to interact with the viewer. I want people to stop with my pieces and think why they like it or why they don't. I want them to spend some time there and even if they read something completely opposite of what I intended, there was at least a connection and a conversation that took place between my work and them.

Anyway, you can probably file this post under things written when short on coffee or something to that effect but glad you shared this thought with me.

Now, I'm going to try and get some new photos up of some new pieces in the works. My reclaimed wood canvas project is going up for sale and I'll be posting pictures soon. If there is any interest in any of the pieces or you just want to tell me what you had for lunch, email me.  chase.spenst@gmail.com ...I had a sandwich by the way. 

Chase

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Display

I've found that one of the best motivators to keep making art is seeing it up. It is created to be viewed. So why are so many canvases sitting behind beds and stacked together in a bedroom. A lot of the time I struggle to know if I've "finished" a piece or if I want to keep working on it. My new test is I put it up. I see if I like seeing it as I pass by throughout my day - and not on an easel. I see things differently - what I like, what I want to change - and then can move forward. When I feel one is complete I hang it up and it is strange the sense of motivation to do another one... and hang that one up. 

It doesn't have to be in a gallery or an art walk. Hang it up in your house or apartment. Give pieces away to friends that like them to put up in their homes. It doesn't even have to be physically hanging something. Post to Instagram, a blog, wherever. Just get it up and let people see it. 

Here is a new collection of charcoal faces I've started and my wall where I'm putting them up. I want so badly to cover this whole thing. I find myself staring a people (it's awkward...) on the subway or on the street, studying their faces. As I put more up I'll keep posting pictures of how the wall is coming. 

Display.

chase.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Re:branding

When I started this blog it was as an outlet for my creativity, a place for me to find inspiration and share it with others. It was a workspace to develop a side of me that did not get much attention. Sort of like setting up a workshop in the garage to work on your bike after work or planting a garden on your loft rooftop. 

My job, while I found it creative in certain ways, was not an "artistic" path so I kept these two identities separate. I didn't believe someone would take my advice on strategic planning or a financial pro forma I built as seriously coming from "an artistic type". Likewise, I didn't believe people would take my art seriously coming from "a finance guy" **. So I built an alter-ego - my creative masked crusader, my artistic superhero identity: Tanner Hasse. Tanner is my middle name and Hasse is my mom's maiden name and the side of the family the "artists" come from. Through this I could create my art and remain mild-mannered Chase at work. Sort of branding each product of mine.

Recently, however, I got to talking with several friends and close personal advisors. People that knew me from work found it so interesting I was also an artist. When I met people outside of work they were often surprised at what I did in my career. Both ways it made the other more interesting. I realized that the story for my art comes from who I am as a whole as does my approach at work. 

The artist in me teaches the analyst; and the analyst in me teaches the artist. 

So I felt it was important to re-brand myself as the weird unique blend that I am. One clear, consistent message. 

Hopefully the art is more interesting now understanding the place it comes from and the balancing act that produces it. 

-Chase

**most people viewed everyone in a suit at our office "a finance guy" even though I never worked in finance at that job

Monday, May 21, 2012

Design in Life

This is far from original, a lot of great photography is based on this idea but I still find it a great daily exercise in creativity. Design in Life. Its a small series of pictures I am taking showing balance, lines, shapes, colors and so many other things found naturally or unnaturally in everyday life. Things that get overlooked and passed by. Again, this is of course not an original concept but I encourage people to take a look at the things they see everyday just a little longer. Take a picture, sketch a drawing, make sculptures in your mashed potatoes in the cafeteria. Not all of us are professional artists, sculptors, photographers, sand-castle-builders, hair stylists, or street artists but we can create and the inspiration is there. You can follow my daily series on my Instagram feed: @chasetanner. #designinlife

Saturday, May 5, 2012

First of 2012

Yes, I have been extremely negligent the last few months. But that is changing. A lot has changed since starting this and even the last post. I found my post about lofts so exciting... that I moved into one. And that was just the beginning. Stay tuned, I will be posting new piece shortly on a variety of topics. Today's is brief because I spent most of the morning.. ok all of it... updating the pictures of my art (which you can check out... prices soon to come) and adding some new ones. Here is one of a series that isn't quite ready but the pictures of it came out pretty cool I thought. In fact, probably better than the actual piece... which is why it is still in progress.



So more to come. Check back in soon.






Sunday, September 11, 2011

Luckily

Luckily

Amazing the light a magnolia tree can love, 
And then set free
Taken back by such clumsiness of catch and release
As if to say, isn’t it always the heart that wants too little.
These are the smells we get right before the fire,
The ones we place faith in,
The ones we think of when it rains.

She still works in those clothes, you know
You tell yourself that by now you remember so little,
She must have changed, maybe, even
It didn’t happen.
The way when afforded the opportunity to jump from planes
In our mind, it plays back like a video
Something only slightly real.

Responsible, as if life depended on it
And so, you don’t speak like you used to
You don’t run, or shout, that maybe all of it boils down to
When your kid cries that the dog didn’t come home.
But luckily, today, you found time to read Eudora Welty
She was her favorite, 
When you look up at the space in the sky between heartache and joy
You remember framed pictures
The kind kept quiet beneath the lid of a shoe box
Laying still, static unlike memory or grace.

-
Alex James King

You can follow Alex on twitter at @ideaofthewest