The Statement:
“…Art is not serious, I assure you…” – Tristan Tzara
What is the criteria for calling oneself an artist?
If you expect perfection with oil paints or ceramics, you may want to look elsewhere. While I admire the skills in “fine” art, I make art to make fun.
When you look at a piece with my signature scrawled at the bottom, I want your face to be smiling, for a chuckle to erupt, for your hands to touch. I am a firm believer that art does not have to serious, stuffed in a frame, kept at a safe distance from the world’s natural wear. Interact, leave your fingerprints, let me know that you observed, that you enjoyed, that I made something worth spending your precious time consuming.
I hope that your thoughts get lost in the past, in a song, in your childhood, in what you read last summer…Nostalgia is something that feeds me creatively, and whether it be from a decade ago to last night, it is an inspiration.
Let your minds wander to the future, what you aspire to be, who you want to meet…I live in my dreams, and I invite you into that place where I am who I aspire to be with who I want to meet.
Art is only one outlet for my stockpiled thoughts and visions, but I do hope you enjoy how I take advantage of that outlet.
The Bio:
So, I’m a pretty average girl…
Okay…no I’m not. Far from it, actually.
I was born in a small town, too tiny to hold my big dreams, so when college came around, I moved myself to Charlotte. Now, the reasoning may have been more on the “so many great bands play Charlotte” instead of how wonderful an education I would get, but I think it all worked out in the end.
If you haven’t inferred this already, music plays a huge, gigantic, massive part in my work, whether it be art or fiction. I have been the self-proclaimed Band Aide to quite a few bands since I first got my driver’s license back in 2002. I’ve traveled the Carolinas to indulge in my musical obsession and befriended band boys from coast to coast. These friendships have lead to an arsenal of amusing stories and anecdotes, and connections that last regardless of the amount of miles and years put between us.
I tend to trip, be it over my own two feet or my own two cents. Writing utensils all come to my house to get love. The same thing goes for cats. I have a slight problem with being able to watch Plavix commercials, I tend to develop little girl crushes on 1960s rock musicians, quirky actors, and guys that look like they’ve been camping with Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed. I should probably live in Boone, but I’m scared to death of driving in the mountains, and I dislike snow. Except for when it keeps me out of work or school. I am also very random.
I have suffered various frightening things in my short life, yet I have carried on with a smile on my face and optimism oozing from my pores. In 2003, a pituitary tumor decided to commit suicide in my head, leaving me with one helluva headache and a trip to the ER. Surgery followed, as well as a second tumor, radiation, and a wonderful disease called Cushings. Yes, I have the same thing that dogs and horses get, only they are blessed with weight loss instead of weight gain. I do thank this unfortunate condition for my christening as Samazon, and for the drive that I have to make sure that I do something incredible with my life. Stay tuned for my many future endeavors.
The Contact:
E-mail: sam@skagandwooster.com | shake.those.hips@gmail.com
Phone: 704.817.9691 | 910.995.2312
iChat/AIM: thesamwebs
Twitter: samazon
Facebook: thesamwebs
MySpace: dancefiend
Suicide Girls: samazon