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What’s wrong with the internet?

Back It Up, 6X8, oil on archival canvasboard, $435.

“Consulting a website on my phone recently, I was struck by how painful it has become to use the internet. All I wanted was to read some local news and check the spread of a power cut in my area. Instead, as I scrolled, I was assailed by interruptions from integrated adverts which – in the best case – wanted eagerly to tell me about the charm and usefulness of a new BMW. In the worst case, I was urged to consult some lawyers immediately because I had been mis-sold an insurance or financial product in the past and was due an enormous payout, if only I would contact the least credible-looking advocates in the country…” (James Snell, How the Internet Turned Ugly)

I was an early and enthusiastic convert to the internet, and this blog is ancient by modern communications standards. But my distrust mounts more and more. We build this website using WordPress, which is a pretty sophisticated publishing system. We should be able to control what you see when you look at this blog. But that’s becoming more and more difficult, and we’re debating killing advertising forever. (It offsets our hosting costs, nothing more.)

Tin Foil Hat, 6X8, oil on archival canvasboard, $435 includes shipping in continental US.

If you’re a regular commenter, you may have noticed your comments swallowed up in the ether recently. My host and software are good about repelling cyberattacks, which happen periodically. Recently, however, we’ve been getting flooded with bot-comments linking to spurious websites. While they couldn’t be published until I okayed them, they were burying real comments in a sea of goop. Protecting against this kind of stuff takes time and energy away from painting.

Then there are the bogus ‘offers’ to buy my work as either NFTs or with fake cashier’s checks. I used to get two or three a year. Now I get a dozen a day. I delete them, of course, but they clog up my communications channels.

The worst offender, platform-wise, is Facebook. We used to have intelligent conversations about art and culture there. Now any real discourse is buried in promoted posts and advertising.

Stuffed animal in a bowl, with Saran Wrap. 6X8, oil on archival canvasboard, $435.

What’s wrong with the internet?

Much of the internet is now driven by ads, clickbait, and monetization schemes. All bloggers understand search-engine optimization (SEO) driven content; it’s how search engines work. But SEO also floods search engines with low-quality, repetitive results. And social media platforms prioritize engagement over accuracy and depth. That’s why all our writing tools have reading-level gauges; heaven forbid we use language that forces the reader to think.

You might imagine you’re surfing the web for stuff that interests you, but content discovery is at the mercy of computer algorithms. You see what those platforms want you to see, not what’s most valuable or relevant.

Niche blogs like this one are a dying breed. We just don’t pack enough punch to compete with centralized platforms. I have a big readership for a painting blog, but it’s a mere flyspeck compared to modern influencers. The answer for many creatives has been to go to Substack, which is a subscription-based newsletter model. That would be a departure from my original model, which, sadly, might be obsolete.

Baby Monkey Riding on a Pig, oil on archival canvasboard, $435.

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Why I write this blog

The Vineyard, oil on linen, 30X40, $5072 framed, includes shipping and handling in continental US.

The consistent top-ranked post on my blog when it was on Blogger was about folding a plastic bag to fit in your paint kit. It remains useful even with plastic bag bans in some parts of the country.

The consistent top-ranked post on this platform is Debunkery #1: No, you’re probably not a tetrachromat. Month after month, it outperforms every other post. Most visitors stay on it for an average of just 1m 16s before flitting away, either to another page on this website or to someone who humors their dreams of tetrochromacy.

I’m surprised they stay that long. Eight years after I first wrote it, there’s still no evidence for tetrachromacy in humans. The idea should be consigned to the intellectual dustbin along with things like phrenology and the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. But if tetrachromacy introduces them to my blog, I’ll gladly take it.

The Wreck of the SS Ethie, oil on canvas, 18X24, $2318 framed, includes shipping and handling in continental US.

A reader sent me this review of the upcoming Get the Picture by Bianca Bosker. It tallies with my goddaughter’s career in New York. Sandy made the error of getting her BFA and MA at prestigious schools without having a bean in her pocket. Gallerists mistook her for a trust-fund baby who could bask in their reflected glory rather than earn a living wage.

“Art devotees spoke like they were trapped in dictionaries and being forced to chew their way out,” Bosker wrote. For any of us forced to listen to or read near-incomprehensible drivel about near-incomprehensible art, that rings true.

I was a terrible student. Voted ‘most likely to drop out’ by my sixth-grade class, I did not materially change by college. Yet I’m well-read, literate and numerate, and my unconventional education has been a blessing. My brain is cluttered up with the bad ideas of my own choosing.

Breaking Storm, oil on linen, 30X48, $5579 framed includes shipping and handling in continental US.

There’s a lot of dreck written about art. Art isn’t that difficult, but lard it with lashings of pompous blather, and it rolls off most normal people. Obviously, there are many excellent art scholars out there, but they’re often outmaneuvered by the bloviators. (According to Warren G. Harding, bloviation is “the art of speaking for as long as the occasion warrants, and saying nothing.”)

I hope I can say something intelligent about art without being caught up in the art-speak that drives me mad. I want to motivate people to learn to make and appreciate art, to buy it intelligently, and to understand its importance for the 99% of us who aren’t perusing it in Chelsea.

I can no longer remember why I started blogging so many years ago. In fact, I don’t have records of the first iteration of this blog on WordPress, before I went to the Bangor Daily News. I do know why I keep writing it, however.

Readers of this blog, this month.

A few years ago, I was happy to have readers in the US and Canada, with a smattering in the UK. That has grown now to a worldwide audience (see above). I teach to students from across the US and Canada and just had a student enroll from Scotland. On Monday I demoed to an art group in England. The internet is full of lots of schlock, but it also compresses distances and allows us to bypass the most egregious blowhards. As a person who could never thrive in the rigid systems of my youth, I find it liberating.

On Friday, I released Step 5, the Foundation Layer, of my Seven Protocols for Successful Painters. This is the heart of painting, where the first layer of color is applied, and it’s very useful information.

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