colorbook wrote:An antiue is something old and is not worth anything unless someone is collecting it.
Art is always in the eye of the beholder...it could look like crap...but there's always someone who will adore it.
Many antiques have better craftsmanship, beauty, and lasting ability than modern production-line products. Sometimes you can find antiques for less money, that you know have lasted and will last for years. I would like to get into a bit of restoration at some point.
People used to hate my commercial work until I started giving them what they wanted - even if it was tasteless or bad. I used to think they'd be happier with me if I applied my scholarship, but people usually just have somthing in mind they want fulfilled, and if I can translate what they want into the assignment (tasteless or not) they are always happy. Iv'e learned to ask lots of questions.
This one woman wanted a picture done of her mentally retarded sister, gave me a picture where she had kind of an evil grin and missing teeth. I asked if she wanted the teeth filled in, the smile changed, any cosmetic details, and she said: "No, we're proud of her just the way she is." So I drew her in verristic style with every missing tooth, every wrinkle, and so on. The lady ended up hating it. I should have read between the lines.
I also used to volunteer at an old folks home, and sometimes I would draw the old people. One day I saw an old lady seated with captivating blue eyes. I had a blue pen, and began to sketch her. I captured her futility, her desires, every wrinkle time had put into her face, and those longing, piercing blue eyes. When I was finished, I looked up and a crowd had gathered around me. They said "Show her the picture!" Reluctantly, I showed her the picture. She looked at it and started bawling, as though she had never realized she was old before. It turns out she had escaped from the mental ward and also had alzhiemers. I wonder if she thought she was young, and my picture brought her to a relization of place and time, or whether I had captured her expression a little to honestly. I tore up the picture, and stopped drawing at the old people's home.