ArtiFact: What is the significance of the term “ToolShedArts”?
Eric-Scott Bloom: It's an identifier. For years now, I have named my concept of art and creativity ‘EpiGothic.’ Like a company name. So when I moved from my hometown of Massachusetts in 1993, and went to Arizona, I was living with my boy's mother, in her home, and we made a painting studio behind the house, in a literal toolshed, which was no bigger than a closet. And although it had its limitations, this toolshed is where I spent the next six years, working obsessively on my painting. Yes, it was a mouse-hole. Yes it was claustrophobic. It was 120° all summer, every summer. And the paint fumes from the oils damn near gave me a brain tumor. Yet I cherish my time in that room, because it was, in a sense, a proving ground. I logged terrific hours in there. And it was a place with little distraction. Paint, canvas, and a radio––day and night, for years. I told everybody who mattered that I was going to paint to live. Make it my living. A livelihood. There was no escaping that fact in that room. For this reason, of having to confront my ambitions daily, it often seemed like a kind of exile. Yet, as it turned out, it was a self-imposed sequester I will always be grateful for. I really practiced in there. Became so much more familiar with my own God-given tools.
AF: You're thirty-eight today. When did you decide your Life's Work was going to be Art? When and why?
EB: Some answers seem to necessitate the tried and true cliches. You've no doubt heard “it's in my blood?” This reasoning comes as close to my own personal truth about my choice of career as any. I honestly can't even imagine myself seriously involved in any other way of life. (laughs) Even the way my damn beard grows has necessitated my being a free-spirited, self-employed ‘bohemian,’ if you'll indulge the term.
AF: The way your beard grows?? I'm not sure what you mean.
EB: I know–it's weird! Well, there are certain jobs, or professions in society, which are not ‘artists,’ per se'––in the sense we're talking about. At least not the kind of fine artist I've set myself up to be. I'm referring to these men who really need to dress rather impeccably, and they seem to always be perfectly, immaculately clean-shaven. They come into work in the morning with alabaster complexions, and leave work at day's end with alabaster complexions. No sign of a whisker anywhere, anyhow. Their eyes are crystal-clear, always! It has alot to do with their race. You have these men who are beautifully geared for high-level business meetings. Now me? I have this viscious growth of beard that is heavy like a rug, and black, like an Arab's. I shave, and almost immediately I've got a Fred Flintstone shadow bit going––but formidably. I can't shave every day either, or I would certainly hemorrhage to death. I was destined to be in a constant state of requiring a shave. If I would attempt to groom my hair, I become this geek; but I mean in the classic sense. This......non–person I can't tolerate nor fathom. My hair shan't be tamed, and my facial hair won't be managed. I always look like the rapist on the loose––the town child molester; and of course, I am none of these things. I'm about the kindest, friendliest person you'd ever want to meet. But if I were to try to go corporate, I'd surely be villified before I could ever prove myself. Unless of course I managed an inheritance, like the money, or the firm––then I could show up in my usual Beat uniform, and everyone else could go designer, with an abundance of matching styles and colors in attendance. Of course, if they worked for me, they might all look like me. I'm not sure. I might actually get a kick out of seeing all my employees looking GQ and Harper's Bizarre, while I did the eccentric CEO routine. Very interesting.....but anyhow; I am the artist, and a noticeably uncompromising one, at that. I look the part, but due more to biological necessity than preconceived notion.
AF: So, back to when. Exactly when and why?
EB: Well, beside it being in my blood; an aspect
of my heritage––I have to go back to the story I
always fall back on, which is about my Great Uncle
Leon's closet.
AF: Are you saying that a plumber doesn't
have the capacity to be moved by modern art or feel
deeply about a great symphony?
EB: Ah, no. I would never say that. It's so
preposterous. I guess I'm thinking that there are
probably few plumbers who make it a point to
invest their time off attending fine art exhibitions,
or delving into Richard Avedon. And I'm saying that
maybe that's of benefit to the way the world goes
’round. I don't know. Do we really want fine art to
have the same kind of popular appeal as Major League
Baseball? It certainly would be one hell of a change of
pace, but I personally would not interpret it as a
culturally positive development. God, am I thinking
like an elitist snob? That's not at all where I'm
coming from. But anyway, my Uncle...
AF: How much Truth is there in that
sentiment? In other words; do you really consider
yourself to be a ‘great’ artist? Could you think of
yourself as even perhaps the ‘greatest’ artist working
today?
EB: That's a really excellent question. I mean
that really probes to the depths of the artist's
quintessential personality. At least it's something
that I find myself grappling with quite often. I think
of some of the artists who have deeply influenced not
only my work, but the way I think; the manner in which
I interact with my fellow artists, and people in
general. Lets take the obvious–Picasso for example.
Based on all the documentation, it's a very good bet
that not only did he consider himself to be THE
GREATEST creative mind of his time, but that he had
these kind of feelings of superiority even as a
child! You can point to many statements of his that
portray a man of tremendous...ego, yes, but moreso, a
person of enormous confidence in his abilities.
Being human, of course he experienced times of great
self-doubt, but in fact seemed to be able to channel
this negative energy into positive. Like an alchemist
of energies, he let nothing
drag him down, not even a notch. I so love his theory
of style and originality. He spoke of the beauty of
trying to literally plagiarize other
artists––that this was perfectly acceptable, even
admirable; but that you would eventually have to fail,
because no one is capable of truly copying another's
work, and in that failing, one would discover one's own
quintessential originality. Is that not beauteous? To
take such a thing a plagiarism, and view it from such
an angle of power and triumph. He was such a monumental
contradiction. And in much of this dichotomy, I sense,
and fully understand his view of himself as a
undeniable creative genius. He could
make a statement about himself or his work, and within
that one statement, display incredible bravado in
conjunction with intense modesty. He would describe his
weakness and ambivilance as the foundation for his
immense self-awareness and unflappable conviction. The
man exuded a dynamic power, even into venerable old
age. Another one of my mentors on that level is Bob
Dylan. Again, this ever–present set of contradictory
manifestations. Off-stage he was often relentless in
his presenting a figure larger than life, and
believed it, knowing both his champions
and detractors did too. Handling his associates
like a matador, often satisfied with nothing less than
total victory. And moments later, appearing on–stage, a
waifish silhouette, laying bare his soul before
thousands; breaking his heart in
song for applause. So many of the artists and
performers I admire make it fairly obvious that they
operate under
the belief that they are the best at what they do. It
seems they could not do what they do, the way they do
it, unless they performed within these self-styled
parameters. It is no coinidence my list of
favorites. Picasso, Dylan (who many have dubbed the
“Picasso of singer-songwriters”), Ali, Brando. John
Lennon, in one of his characteristic moments of brutal
honesty said “I don't know if there's
such a thing as a genius, but if there is, then
I
am one!” These are the kind of individuals who have
never failed to move me to great heights of creative
inspiration and Self–Awareness. All have moved me to
tears with their work. It is practically inevitable
that I would come to perceive myself in such terms,
artistically anyway. In fact, true to Picasso's theory
of willfull mimicry, I spent my formative years
learning to make art and perform by desperately trying
to be my heroes. So much and so often that
eventually I had nowhere to go but to myself. If one is
any kind of
valid artist, then one will eventually transform
outright imitation into natural distinction. In the
case of Dylan––he began doing an eerily perfect
imitation of Woody Guthrie, and ended up being our
most original musical composer and performer,
bar none. I've been living this contradiction on a
daily basis for many years now. When I am in a mindset
of self-doubt and feel my work to be lacking in
tangible meaning, no one is more down.
But when I'm on, and creating in a manner I
know I'm capable of, I'm well aware I can give
off vibes of near incorrigable self-assuredness. My
ongoing philosophy, which I feel has gotten me as far
as I've come so far, is that if I don't believe that I
am the best at what I do, then why on earth should I
expect anybody else to believe it? And why would anyone
go into his or her life's work without seeking the
highest peek? It seems silly to the point of absurdity
to strive for second best. So, to be quite candid, I do
consider my work to be the most original and my talent
to be the most diverse. It is part Faith, but it's also
part aspiration. To be considered the best by anybody
would not offend or embarrass me the least, at this
point.
AF: What are your feelings about achieving
commercial success? I get the feeling you are wary of
it, or may possibly even disdain the idea...
EB: Hmmmm. Well. I tend to complicate simplicity
sometimes; I know that. This could be taken as a very
simple question with an equally simple answer, but I
don't think that's going to happen, mainly because I am
probably hung up about the whole concept.
AF: What, if any, tangible kinds of ‘success’
have you had from your art so far?
You see, to alot of artists, and at many times in my
life, I view commerciality, or commercialism, as
a dirty word. In my clearest, Zen moments, I would
likely admit that it isn't a dirty word, and that
there's nothing inherently wrong or bad about
having commercial success. I look at it I guess like
money. Money itself is not bad. Generally I would
probably rate it a pretty good thing. It becomes bad
when it's in the hands of bad people who do bad things
with it. Same with commercialism. Often it's
commercialism that brings high culture to people who
thirst for it, and require several forms of access. And
then there's one of my very favorite music groups; The
Doors. Here is a group of some of the most creatively
uncompromising
artists the industry has ever seen. Everything about
them; their sound, their arrangements, their dress,
their attitude, their stage persona––it all permeated a
heavy odor of pure artistry. Not watered–down. An
almost ‘art-for-art's-sake’ kind of aura. But if you
look at the entire picture as realistically as
possible, you about have to sum them up, to
some extent, as a commercial entity. The way they were
promoted; the way in which their music, or
‘product,’ was distributed. The machinery that
brought this beautiful sound–art to as large an
audience as possible. Essentially a working
commercialism––a pure form of capitalism. But the
artistic
integrity of their work was maintained at a an
extremely high level, even to this day! In somewhat
stark contrast, The Beatles. I can say all the same
things about this group and their art as I said about
The Doors, but we can ad to the mix a juggernaut of
commercialism the likes of which may never be seen
again in popular music. These guys were merchandised
not unlike Barbie dolls. I don't really believe it
affected their music to any great extent, but there's
no denying that they themselves, as individuals, and as
a group, were sold to the adoring fans like so much
confetti. It became so big, so quick, so fast, like an
industry in itself, that they never had any control of
it, and may not have even been aware of it on a
philosophical level, at least early on. This is one of
the major factors which drove Lennon to such intense
distraction, and ultimately, professional depression.
He felt he had sacrificed dignity and integrity for
popularity and money. May have seemed like an o.k idea
when he was just coming into adulthood, and the big,
fat checks were sailing in. Eventually, his artistic
maturity and Self-awareness became the guiding factor.
Myself––I have yet to experience what it's like to have
the big, fat check sail in. I have no idea at all how
that event will affect my own personal philosophies
regarding art–making, business, fame, and wealth. It
would be foolish to predict. I do know that it takes a
real kind of courage to take the stand like Morrison
took when Buick wanted to use Light My Fire for
their car commercials. Not only did he object, but the
concept so deeply offended his artistic sensibilities,
that, it is said, he turned violent when he learned of
the others’ plan to accept the big, fat check. Not many
people, when faced with that type of financial gain,
would have the guts to so emphatically walk away.
Another curious legend is how John & Yoko determined
the most effective method for achieving world peace was
to literally make commercials for peace. They
had no qualms whatever about doing it that way, and
talking about it blatantly, and boasting of its
efficacy. Some would say it was pure [marketing] genius
to use the media in such an obvious, in–yo’–face
manner. John: “An ad–ver–tisement fo’
peace!!!”
EB: Well, you see, this might not strike the reader––especially those well-versed in today's world of fine art––as anything that magnificent, but I can't name you off any great list of successes. Or at least what I would personally deem as worthy of such description. And I can't really say I'm worried about that, or that it bothers me; yet I know that occasionally I might feel self-conscious for this. Since the idea of success has always had an extremely personal meaning for me, I can't yet honestly claim to have really strived too much for what is typically regarded on a ‘professional’ level. Maybe it does bother me––I'm not alogether sure about this––but I haven't had, say, a major retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art. I can't tell you that I was awarded The Gottlieb Foundation Grant. I can't really mention any of my achievements and make it sound all that impressive. I mean ‘impressive’ on a level with what alot of today's artists of renown have achieved. What I've accomplished may just impress the living daylights outta ya’––I don't have a clue! Let's see.....in 1989 I won a national award from Parade Magazine. I was awarded a cash prize, and a photograph of mine was published in the magazine, as well as in quite a few other 'zines, and in a book published by Kodak. A very large print of it was included in a travelling exhibition mounted by Parade and Kodak. It was an unreal trip for me. Quite alot of friends saw the picture. I had strangers actually calling me for months, congratulating me––asking about the photo. The photograph helped the person in the picture to garner quite a bit of publicity and long-term fame for herself [Erika Andersch] as well, and I was sky–high about the constant recognition. There've been a few other “happenings” for me in the past few years, but honestly the most important successes for me haven't necessarily been anything large segments of the population would know about. They've been very private triumphs; more like personal accomplishments. I think that in today's culture––and this has been going on for a while now––that the so–called mainstream media's version of success is very much entwined with the fame factor. And I've nothing inherently against fame. I think it might suit me rather well; my version of it, anyway. But alot of what people consider to be important on a success level is usually closely married to their perceptions of fame nowadays. Like I just know alot of people today believe that if you can get famous by shooting your parents, then that's a legitimate form of “success.” They've been so conditioned to desire fame––of any kind––that the act of murder, if it achieved that certain status of being famous, would seem well worth the trouble. I'm not saying alot of people feel this way, or think this way, but I guarantee you, you'd be shocked to learn how many do. Do you get what I mean? I don't even know if I get what I mean! What I'm trying to say I guess, is that success is....well, you know––“there's no success like failure, and failure's no success at all!” One of Dylan's most supremely sublime observations! And as abstract as that line can be read, it somehow sums up the whole issue to me beautifully! Am I copping out? How can you cop out with Dylan?? |
EB: Oh, God! The last couple of years, leading full-steam right into 2000 have been nothing less than a revelation. I have found two amazing gentlemen who have become devoted champions of my work, in the traditional sense. I have discovered the Internet, which has so completely revolutionized my very existence, that my life will never be the same again. And through these two patrons and the Internet, I have taken my work, and the presentation of it, to a whole new level. I tell people, if I had had access to the Internet when I was ten years old, by now I would own most of the Western hemisphere. And I don't even have to go into how the 'net has changed my work and my life. It's a given. But the most exciting aspect of it is the incredibly diverse group of people I've been able to meet, and introduce to my work. It's a phenom! Miraclous! A dream come true! And my two champions–Feinberg and Murphy–have introduced my talents to a segment of society I would never have tapped into without having gotten so involved with them.
AF: How exactly have these two effected your art?
EB: Well, Jim Murphy's been a patron and collector since ’89. I met Jon Fienberg through Jim last year, and these two believe in what I'm doing so deeply, it floors me. Both have dedicated their lives to helping me develop and market the paintings. It so happens that both men have professional ties to the sports and entertainment industries, and are fanatical collectors of memorabilia themselves, as well as fine art. So they loved what I was doing with portraits on canvas so intensely, that they came up with the concept of commissioning celebrity portraits from me, and taking the work around the country to where the people in the paintings are playing or performing or have been invited by organizers of special events; alot of them for charity. These crazy guys utilize their connections in the field, and show up at whatever the events, and persuade these celebs to autograph the paintings in which they're featured. Now, I will admit that this type of practice is not the essence of my creative ambitions. I prefer working abstractly, and much less commercially, to recall a point, and yet I see the value in doing this for all three of us, as well as for the subjects themselves, because when we sell their portrait, we always donate a percentage of the proceeds to the charity [Bloom prefers the word “cause”] of their choice, which is something we all really love being able to do. Art that is not only aesthetically valuable, but also gets made to help people. It's a no–lose. Plus I see what a tremendous thrill it is for Jim and Jon to go on these junkets and have these personalities to sign the works. It is something that really gives them enormous pleasure and helps stoke the fire. I also have come to appreciate this concept, because I have a five-year-old son, and he is rapidly becoming a little man. He requires all kinds of support, not the least of which is financial. This is the stark reality for me; the Uncompromising Arteest. He and I cannot survive on the aesthetic merits of my paintings and metaphysical poetry! So, combining my unique talent for capturing faces and expressions in paint, with the patrons' penchant for somehow attaining extremely valuable, high-profile autographs, we have put together quite a small fortune in celebrity portraits. And we have some hum–dingers we do! We have seventeen autographed paintings of Muhammad Ali alone! One features Ali and Joltin' Joe Frazier, and is signed by both champions! We have numerous signed portraits of Sir Elton John. This achievement was no small task! We have some really exciting works, all signed by the stars and starlettes. And the more we accumulate, the more thrilling the prospect of eventually selling them to the right people. We have two Gloria Estefans, two Jennifer Lopez's, a Jerry Lee Lewis, Billy Joel, Jackie Mason signed––a rarity I'm told. We have Salma Hyak. Patti LaBelle. The ballplayers Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez. A few Doug Fluties. And there's more! Oh, Gary Player just signed! Like I said, it's not exactly what I want to be written up in the Encyclapoedia of Fine Art for, but when I think about my son's future, I breath a sigh of relief. These objects de' art are like part of my little nest egg for the future. And Jim and Jon are still extremely gung-ho about getting many more big names to lay down the ink. Then there's the prospect of limited edition lithos and serigraphs. I'm very very lucky I have these fellows going all out for me! And they are thinking long-range as well. Although the celebrity thing is their current area of expertise, they are by no means satsfied with that. They both really believe I'm an important artistic force, and intend to make the whole damned world sit up and take notice. I take none of it for granted. How many young, struggling artists wouldn't kill for even one person to believe so strongly in their work. I have two champions, and they're both fine people with sincere admiration and respect for my abilities. Plus I have the greatest family in the world cheering us on. I'm blessed in so many ways...
AF: Where do you go from this point in time? In what direction do you see your art taking you in the near future?
EB: (smiling broadly) If you're speaking theoretically, I could give you a practical rundown––like a list of accomplishments I hope to make reality. Publish my work in monograms. Have some well-organized showings. Get ten-thousand hits a day on the website. Make enough money that I can buy the work of some other struggling painter. There's a long, deliberate laundry list of things I hope will result from all the hard work and study. Now, if you're speaking about what I “see” happening in my mind's eye? Well, that's a whole other world to discuss. I have some rather lofty ambitions I'm not sure I should mention, because I'm a bit suspicious, and I think if I tell you about them, then I won't be able to get them done. Even though it's damn hard to keep quiet about hopes and dreams, I have felt for a long time that to tell people what you're planning on doing borders on obnoxious. Doesn't it take real unmitigated audacity to tell someone what you're planning to do? Next year?? Next month?? Even plans for tomorrow, to me, seem somewhat pre-mature. I mean, there's a good chance I may kick off in my sleep tonight––God forbid!! And if that happens, then it screws up most of the big plans. Shit, I just want to wake up tomorrow morning reasonably un-nauscious. If I can manage to get through breakfast without vomiting or getting dizzy, then perhaps I would consider sharing a minor ambition or two. I do actually have some really earth-shattering notions about the future of my art. You'd be shocked. But I just think it's best I keep them hidden under lock and key, and if you're very very good, I might consider telling you about them after they've come to fruition!