Art Book Perreaoult's Experimentsinart

Introduction

I suppose that I should introduce my self.
My name is Perreaoult
I was born to be James Perry Daniels Junior.
One day I heard a story that my father told.
It was that they,
"Who ever they were"
Pronounced his middle name parrot,
Like the bird.
And he didn't like that name so he changed it
When I got the name I changed it again
Well here I am writing
On a quest to find some truth

What you will find in these letters is the beginnings of a dialogue
were I present you with some provocative images.
But my purpose is not of an offensive nature, I hope to ignite a discussion on the nature of our existence with these visual means.

Situation 2: Here we have a picture of a child; it could be any child but I happen to know it is a missing child, ...now that is horrible in it's self but that is another subject. {Or is it in as, "How we do use the helpless"}, enter stage right a child who speaks or hears these words.

You Know 06/16/01

You know... a person takes time to try to understand the world from his or her point of view. That person may step back from the view, to try to see with the eyes of others.
Sometimes the eyes are not enough.
So what is real? We can't be certain of what is real - my view of reality places me in a world where we Americans sometimes seem to see or used to see very little besides our personal pleasure. Realism in art then could be a, "window of truth" into the mind of others whom really see only what they want to believe; to see what that person sees is to see only the perception that they choose.
So then- it may not be real; it may only be the worldview of some nation, culture, race or religious propaganda. There is a lot of "real" propaganda, and there is a lot of it posing as art and faith.

So why worry over it?
Life's too short to take everything all heavy and serious all the time. We fine art types take ourselves way too seriously at times.
But then! Life is too short and some people want to kill you. That's heavy and serious.

Situation 3: here we have again the child being comforted by the mother figure; let it be a woman of child baring years YES? She speaks of Picassos. And that poor child,... is he running about from some monster in the night-a monster with a knife. The child screams! The Italics are his lines

Whether "art exist for art's sake."
             "Whether "             Women were created like animals and plants and other useful things,

             "Whether"             a complex world designed for ideal human existence engages in evil

              Whether the human variable is volatile
              Whether art is a waste of time
              Whether it is time you kill your-self
              Whether Man is the purpose
              What is the whether today?

Ho - Ho

"This is a test of the emergency broadcast system", or, "foolish mortals tricks are for kids!"

What is ordinary and who decides?
Why is contemporary Art so hard for ordinary people to understand? This is some-what like asking is humanity difficult to understand? Or life, or one's children. Really - is it the art that we have difficulty with, or is it that we censor our selves to the experiences of others. What is really difficult to understand is us.
One might ask why central and peripheral nervous systems are difficult for someone uninterested to understand.
If a art work comes from a culture that thinks beautiful and of the highest statement the sculpted sex organs of dogs and cats; are we then - not thinking so, superior to them?
"Not that there aren�t people who appreciate such sculpture in our culture."
And if we are superior, " because we cannot understand their art", should we show it by censoring their art? Destroying their culture. Replacing it with ours�

Ticks on the body of god 07/07/01

I began with this question of memory and conscience
And the question came when I thought, "my heart... is this a heart attack?"
There was the pain in my arms and wild beatings but then I was still alive and remembering this; so if it was a heart attack it did not kill me.
So if I did have a killer heart attack would I remember it?
That is would I, "being good and fearful of God in the proper sense - Die after my heart attack and then go to heaven where I would see all of my loved ones and there live happy forever.
Would I?
Would my beloved aunt be there as well?
Or would she be in hell for not having begged forgiveness at that final moment? Would I be happy in heaven knowing that she suffered forever in hell and though I loved her I would never see her for eternity.
Would I? Could I be happy with this for eternity?

What kind of being would I be to suck obliviously on the body of god forever conscienceless of the suffering of others?
What kind of creature would that be?
Or would I on dying remember nothing.
Neither the heart attack nor the life before.
Or could it be that I did die? This {afterlife}, being the same continuity of life but then - only for me.
Every one else knows I'm dead.
Some parallel television universe�
And what has any of this to do with art?
Existentialism
Subject; Ticks on the back of God
See the painting is obvious now it is a bearded naked Michael Angelo god in the pose of a dog scratching at its collar or biting at its ass.
So how dose this work? In the painting the image of the dog god forms the landscape that that is the background to our subject of "Hard Color", which is a family seated at a table feasting on a meal consisting of�Cake? Dog? Humans? Something or another, they are eating something.
The sky above or beyond is a shadow a trace imprint or texture of other humans who are suffering - starving.
So when ya gonna make the painting?

There is this secret war.
It's all about reproduction
Everything is about reproduction
You can do it for race
You can do it for ideals
You can do it for god
But however you do it
Somebody's gotta die

There is this secreat war
Not so secret really
Kill the enemy
Get the girl
Win the war
Get the girl
Take the power
Get the girl
Make the god
Get the girl
Get the girl get the girl get the girl!