David Tully Visual Artist | Contemporary Art

La Serpent, France

--sref accidents

East Congo River Basin. Midtown Manhattan.

Perplexity "As a ceramic sculpture, show me what concentrated power looks like, down thru the ages"

Desert Diffusion

"A desert is a place without expectation"

Ambiguous Machines

Down on South Street

The Trinidad Toad Festival

The Ceremony

French New Wave Generative

Wakefield Manor

Existential Treatment

Suffering from Existential Anxiety in the 19th century. You could rent a private room at Wakefield Manor. Then sit comfortably and stare out the window. The Giraffe wandering around the grounds was said to have been a very necessary part of the treatment.

1524

Generative 2024 via 1524

1524

Generative 2024 via 1524

Van Gogh

A small sign outside a museum

As an image this means nothing. As an action, in reality, walking past, a quirky surprise. The cardboard sign outside the museum is the reality where art comes from. Humility, neglect, suffering, poverty, resourcefulness and vision. All important necessary ingredients. "Poverty" one of the only defining traits or tests of being honestly refered to as an Artist. Because you're either actually talented or completely delusional to walk thru this fire. With thanks to David McDermott my special assistant.

15th Century Mask collection

Every mask Hieronymus Bosch ever made.

Zen Botany in the uncanny Valley

Zen Botany in the uncanny Valley

Arles

a morning message

To shiri

Morning message

Reading the letters this morning. From the hospital in Arles. And was thinking how he was motivated to get better. The hospital was nice in Arles. Relaxing. Peaceful. But I was thinking how we're influenced by our immediate surroundings. So he would have seen people worse off than himself. Hence be motivated not to end up like that. Plus his striving ambition kept him alive. Things he still wanted to do, stopped suicide.

But my main thoughts are, why didn’t he paint anyone in the hospital. Patients. Like my favourite painting of all time. See the attachment. By Jean Geoffrey. I can understand his whole being is about recovery. Getting back to his life. But…. It’s almost always the case….that we don’t see what’s right in front of us.

It’s like that movie David was in. About an Artist on the lower east side. Forgotten his name. But he had his studio. Put on shows. His work was figurative. Nothing of any note to me. He had a burning ambition for uptown fame. That’s fine. But here’s the thing. That even the movie directors didn’t see. Footage from his apartment. Out the window. Down below. You could see a men's shelter. It’s right in front of him. If he was any good. He'd see it. And paint the lives of all these people.

Today that's called “Soft White Underbelly”. One of the best channels on youtube.