I asked ChatGPT to rework my post on the messy chaos that occurs just before the holiday season, as I finish new work.
Below was the result.
In the days preceding the holiday season, my studio transforms into a battleground of artistic chaos, where the unruly nature of oil painting adds to the intensity of the final rush. As festive preparations and year-end deadlines swirl around me, I delve into the completion of new artworks, each one reflecting the turmoil and the demanding nature of my craft.
CThe air is dense with the sharp sting and aroma of oil paint, turn, white mineral spirits …it’s a stark contrast to the holiday scents that seep in from the outside. My gloves, etched with stains of vibrant colors, navigate the pieces in a practiced yet unpredictable dance with the medium. Oil paint, in all its luscious and rebellious glory, becomes both a confidant and a challenge in these frantic days.
As I work, the chaos of the season infiltrates my paintings. The strokes and hues on the canvas capture not just the tangible messiness of oil paint but also the emotional turbulence of the holidays. The slow-drying nature of the paint parallels the slow build-up of holiday tension, lending each layer a sense of suspense and latent energy. This period is marked by a struggle between the need for patient layering of the paint and the relentless approach of holiday deadlines. Meaning I have other shit to do and responsibilities that don’t allow me to paint to my hearts content.
The studio, amidst this time, is a vortex of activity, with each artwork serving as a vessel for the storm. The capricious nature of oil painting compels me to confront the chaos head-on, to find purpose and beauty in the unplanned blends and smears. Each piece becomes a testament to the season’s fervor - intense, dynamic, and tinged with a sense of urgency.
Finalizing art in this charged atmosphere is a stark reminder of the arduous journey of creation amidst disorder. The artworks that emerge from these demanding days are more than visual pieces; they are narratives steeped in the complexities of creativity, patience, and the relentless pulse of the holiday season. As the festive peak nears, so too does the climax of the tales told by my work, each a unique chronicle born from the beautifully tumultuous process of oil painting in the Broken Banknote voice.
All of the above is a fancy way of saying it’s been an insane and messy three months, but Brian Drake/Broken Banknote will four new paintings emerging soon. I think ChatGPT is more wordy than me.
