Dennis Hollingsworth

Tell Them I said No

Little by little, then all at once, I've been allowing some lag in posting blog entries here. Circumstances both personal and professional have played a role and despite that this is a kind of public diary... discretion dictates discretion.

I've been maintaining this weblog for now more than twenty years and vast changes have occurred both in my career and in the character of the art world and being chatty about this is the wrong way to go. Thus the tight lips in these "pages".

Lest you read too much into the cryptology of this and the over-arc of my posts... no worries. Things are good.

What is success in art? Making art. A buoyant imagination. The urge to get into the studio, to make things. This and more is happening for me now and into the foreseeable future.

But the art world has become strange and estranging. Hebert documents well the now deep history of artists who by staking all on the heart of what art means, who have removed themselves from the charade that has crept into the various architectures of what has become our art world. The phrase "art for art's sake" has been abused up to this moment and the original meaning nearly lost. This condition has been discussed widely and variously by my circle of artist friends and when I insert the idea that "we are Ronin", they understand and when some might not necessarily agree at some fundamental level, they don't push back. In a world so besotted, some have to guard the flame and keep it safe from the rain for better weather ahead.