Going Highbrow
I’m clearing out a backlog of sketches. This one really didn’t deserve to be rendered, it was the crappest of crap concepts. And yet here we are. I’ve saturated the colours in post-edit more than normal to lend the topic as much depth and beauty as i possibly can.
Apparently Salvador Dali painted a shit once and Gala told him never to do it again.
What’s my excuse? Trying to maximise resources until I have the next opportunity to buy a sketchpad basically. What’s funny about this is that I use recycled sketching paper. So it might literally have been toilet paper once, or litter-tray lining. Who knows.
Just remember that over time the high tends to become low and the low becomes high.
Highbrow tastes hated rock music in the mid-20th century.
But if you go to a record store today any of those rock albums on vinyl are priced pretty highly. $AUD35-$50 last time i checked in. The old highbrow music? Check the bargain-crates beneath the display racks, down at your feet. I’m sure you can convince the store to take a whole box off their hands for a gold coin. They might even pay you for it.
Once in my electronics-repair history an old German man and his wife, ex-farmers who had just downsized to a city apartment, walked into my store asking if I would be interested in taking their old vinyl. Boxes and boxes of it. I went over to his flat and accepted one box out of misplaced compassion and mild curiosity. I have had that load of vinyl as a personal liability ever since. Alot of old oompa music and some old crooner who seems to have been the German Tom Jones of the 1960s or something. I don’t think I ever really listened to more than one or two of them and did eventually offload a chunk to the opshop, but kept the rest out of laziness and the “maybe ill get round to it one-day” mindset. Ditto with my Dad’s classical CD collection I inherited. Even though I like some of the old operettas and whatnot of his.
Stuff can come back around again and styles can alternate in and out of fashion more than once. What’s shit can become good, what’s good becomes shit. Flush, rinse, recycle, repeat. Try to keep on the right side of clean and don’t wallow in too much filth. …Or not… I mean, some people wallow in the gutter their whole life and seem perfectly fine. And visa versa. Dunno really. Taste is subjective.