Milo- The Art Hater |
| Let me start by saying that I do not hate art. When I was 6 or 7 years old, I was spanked for not coloring fast enough. Recently I discovered that all my life I had been avoiding art and being an artist. A life path of choices that I was not aware of. |
| I was in the first grade and the class was drawing Christmas theme crayon art. I stayed in class while the other children went out to play and still wasn't finished when they returned. So the teacher took me outside, had me pull down my pants and spanked my bare butt with a hard wood paddle. Pretty much all I remember and not until recently did I even remember the event. |
My process- |
| I paint a clear invention onto metal sheet. I use paint brushes like traditional painting. The clear paint on bright metal is like painting on your shower mirror with water. It's extremely difficult to see what I have painted. I then burn the metal with a torch and patiently wait for the image to develop. I can't describe how hard and anxiety filled this process is. There is no erasing and the image is permanent. With an image that is barely visible when painted and the extreme temperatures to create it this process has to be the hardest and most permanent way to paint. |
| Education- |
| I have none. I am not an art school graduate and I am self taught in art and music. Born into a Mormon polygamist cult, I was pulled from school to work and give my money to the cult. All my life I did things a bit different than most. I tried my best to be your average flag waiving American. I taught myself to be a metal worker. I don't know what's wrong with me but I just had to invent and create. I had sheets of metal that over years of experimenting with, became sheets of metal with color and then eventually metal canvas. My Volcanic Stainless Paintings. |
| My start in the art world- |
| I started my art career when I entered the first gallery to reveal my art. The gallery owner hated it and told me to keep my day job. She went on for a while about how I wasn't and artist and I stood there listening. Very disappointing but I learned that in some peoples mind art is dead. The joy of creating has always been the carrot leading my cart. For some, that cart has been mislead by something that ruined the joy and has killed art for them. |
I have discovered- |
| That nothing is worth more than my children. When I see my daughters dancing and hear them singing with beautiful voices....when I see my son climbing walls and passionately taking photos....those are the "when's" that are the payoff from my investments. |
| I am Dad first and artist second. My art is my voice and my voice is a gift from my children. |
-Milo |
