Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens
us.  We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does

not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.  We are all meant to shine, as children
do.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.  It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.  And as we let our own light shine, we
unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
~Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles," 1992

The only thing that makes sense is ART.
The only art that makes sense to me is SCULPTURE.

I work in a frenzy of activity—sweating, bleeding and cursing until the smallest part of what I really want is realized
in the end product.  There is nothing more fulfilling.

I am a modernist because I believe art should have that special status and high position.
I am a post-modernist because I believe anyone should
be able to express themselves anyway they choose.
Then again, I am a modernist because even if any person can make anything they like, they should do it well, and even then it does not always mean they should

do it at all.  I can’t stand shoddy work, and worse than that is a pretender.
Then I think all of this is crap, and I am just an artist.

I am a glove maker and cannot, for all the will and genius mustered, create the hand that powers my gloves.

The brutality of ugly, poorly crafted, cerebral art foisted on the unsuspecting innocents is one of the greatest sins of our time.

Political and social art are the notorious wolves in sheep’s clothing.  We pay too high a price for the freedom to do anything and call it art.  Art that includes
everything is ultimately nothing.

It is the world’s belief that examining and re-examining the mistakes of the past is healing.  This is false.  Re-opening old historical wounds is not healing for an
open wound can never heal.  A sense of past and present, it is true, is healthy, but only in looking toward the future.  Ever tried to move forward while looking
backward?  You tend to fall often and make little, real progress.

The phrase,
Art can be beautiful.
Is usually followed by
But, and , or, except, when, if, etc.
Why are we always adding extra conjunctions toward a contradictory end?
Why can’t we simply say
Art can be beautiful.
And maybe go one step further and express that
Art is beauty.

If a picture is worth one thousand words, a sculpture is worth ten thousand.
In other words, a sculpture is worth 10 pictures.

I am suspicious of people who only wear black.  They look like they are up to something.

It is easy to over think, over talk.  People today, enamored with television and Internet, crave information.  They want that overindulgence of information from
art, too—they want to know everything, but that is the death of art.  If I explain to you what my drawing or sculpture is in 1,000 or 10,000 words, then there is no
point in making or drawing anymore.

I find a powerful message in the words of the chorus to
Document, a song by the Industrial/Synth Pop group, Assemblage 23:

This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
All Writings and Images Copyright © Court Bennett 2013
Some thoughts on art and contemporary issues in the art world today...