... a memorable phrase from a 1987 film I recently viewed titled I've Heard the Mermaids Singing by Patricia Rozema.
Acrylic, collage on cradled board
11" x 14"
Always with camera, Polly joyfully takes pictures of whatever and whoever she finds interesting or intriguing. Too insecure to call herself an artist, she boldly makes a move, only to be hurt by Gabrielle- hence the title of this post.
The film is offbeat in a charming way, as well as thought provoking. None of us aspire to be trite in our work. Quite the contrary. But our work has a life of its own, regardless of labling or judgement. That in itself, has value.
Trite as Flesh- also sounds like a great assignment for art students.
What does Trite as Flesh look like to you?