Saturday, October 25, 2008

In Quick Response

“By the way...do we need protection from the influence of satin? Or Satan? Just wondered if you had a fabric addiction I didn't know about! Haha!”
– Camille Miller -

I am writing this “quickie” (all you married droids get your mind out of the gutter) for two reasons. First, I want my fans, aka “followers of this blog” to know that I am very attentive to their deepest wishes and desires, and also to address the above protest coming from Camille Miller of Boise, Idaho (my Joe the plumber).
Ya’ll should read the entry again, or maybe just the last paragraph, take your pick. It is in this paragraph that an important change has occurred. A name and therefore meaning has changed altogether. Our intelligent team of editors have gone through and painstakingly revised the latest entry with the desire to achieve a more satisfying read.
The second edition includes one very important modification and that is the changing of the name Satin (which I also treat with much trepidation, I have a problem with fetishism) to Satan, the real damaging force. But lets all be honest, satin can be equally damaging to a girls figure. We must also remember that misspelled words only add a little more CANDY into the equation because what is a piece of Candace literature without a little oooooppppppsssssiiiieeee?

“XOXO” Candy

p.s - while you are blog surfing check out the latest blog entry I love. No not spiritual, but funny (in my opinion) because of the person who wrote it. Quick read, check it out. http://dreadeyoung.blogspot.com/

A FUZZY LINE

Beware! This is long, and difficult to communicate. Therefore, I apologize before hand. This topic and the experiences I speak of have become very dear to me over the last few months and I hope it may enlighten you in some productive way. If not, Deal With It :)

The question of the day, and the question I confront constantly in my new New York City Art World life, is how far is too far in relation to art and pornography. The follow up question always being, how do we judge when the envelope has been pushed beyond acceptable moral standards. In order to work through these issues we must first recognize that the human figure is not only integral to art, but also a pivotal part in our progression as celestial beings having a human experience.

Possibly the most important object for an aspiring artist to understand in all its complexity is the human figure. A thorough understanding of the human figure is integral to an artist’s arsenal regardless of whether or not they are a figurative artist. To be completely honest as an art historian I don’t quite understand why but I think it has something to do with understanding the line, contour, mass, volume, movement, magnificence etc of the body, which provides the basic framework for a successful work of art.

As a woman I find myself in a constant state of conflict with my own figure completely oblivious to the beauty and grace inherent in my own form. ALWAYS squeezing this “doughnut” and that “saddle bag” (like most, if not all women at some point) I constantly underestimate the magnificence of the human body altogether.

Regardless of my own pessimism about my body, which I fight each morning, jumping this way and that way pulling on my jeans, I believe the human body is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, FUNCTIONAL PIECE OF ART that exists on the earth today, brought into existence by the ultimate creative force. The inhumane feats that can be achieved in this physical specimen are awe-inspiring and as such, this magnificent, beautiful, changing form should be emulated right?

As Latter Day Saints we appreciate the human figure in a unique and wholly religious way, which makes representation of the human form a more difficult field to navigate. We understand the physical body is a vehicle with which we can experience joy and realize our ultimate goal of becoming celestial beings. We understand that the physical nature of our being is only temporary, but nonetheless, PIVOTAL in our progression.

As a contemporary art historian, I find myself in constant confrontation with this "fuzzy" line between art and pornography. So this has become an increasingly important subject for me and I think it is important to share my experiences with you all because these ideas can be applied in other more relevant areas in your lives. So here it is. The only thing I have found to guide me (and when I say "the only" I mean the most important tools, the only ones capable of withstanding my constant testing in this difficult journey) is my own spirit, intuition, and The Spirit. “I just feel it is wrong.” Is all too often an incomprehensible, and insufficient answer for my colleagues, but the one I find to be the most important. For them it seems an unsatisfactory answer but I find it is the key to maintaining the comfort and companionship of the spirit, and the only weapon I have in this field of land mines. It is through the desire to protect your own spirit that you are able to receive guidance from The Spirit and is therefore THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ONE CAN DO ON THIS EARTH. Protect your spirit from the desensitization that is life. Don’t take lightly the things you see and hear. You will be rewarded with the sweet assurances, comfort and protection of The Spirit.

The further down the path of Contemporary Art I go, the more I find myself begging Heavenly Father to help me find the strength and resolve to be one among 31 (number of people in my class) and stand up for what I believe in, and more importantly that I might have the companionship of The Spirit to help me navigate an increasingly difficult classroom, and professional atmosphere. And yet, the further I go the more I learn from The Spirit’s companionship which compose the most satisfying and deeply emotional, enriching experiences I have to date.

So the purpose of this LONG article (if you are still reading this I hope it has inspired you to seek the companionship of The Spirit if you are not already doing so, and to do what it takes to have the companionship of the spirit) is to communicate this idea that maybe there is no formula for protecting ourselves from spiritually damaging experiences other than a desire to protect ourselves from the influences of Satan. It is this desire to maintain light in our lives that will be rewarded with infinite spiritual growth.

I love you all more than you know!
Love,
Candy

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Art School in NYC

Hello loved ones!  This is my latest effort to find peace in my CRAZY life in NYC and share some of my unique experiences with you all.  Nicole suggested this is a therapeutic way to digest life and since I am not about to become a true New Yorker and employ the expertise of a therapist I thought I should give it a go!

Now that I have made the BIG MOVE to the BIG APPLE life is filled with things unknown and unfamiliar.  Each day brings new associations and its own set of difficult obstacles which must be navigated with the highest level of tact and care. 
The classification "individual" has often been applied and happily accepted in reference to me, my appearance (flamin red), electronic preferences (love Apple), music choices (definite emo sympathizer), my feminist sentiments which in the past have run contrary to the Mormon norm, and my dating or not dating techniques.  Go figure, when I no longer desired individuality but preferred conformity I found myself in a state of forced individuality.  Like it or not (sometimes I like it and others I wish I didn't have to be the lone ranger) my deepest desires for individuality have been granted.  I am most definitely the only sober, drug free, 21 year old conservative republican, Mormon from Utah in my MA of Contemporary Art program at the Sotheby's Institute of Art NYC. I often find myself the unintended butt of many jokes which have included but are not limited to the politically charged "elephant in the room."  Sometimes I wish I could flip the coin and deliver equally cutting remarks in  relation to the party symbols but I don't swear anymore.  (All of this forced "individuality" is really cramping my old style)
 
Love you all!
Candy