Feightner

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A jump chord is a usually high pitched loud note at a surprising moment in a movie. The intent is to throw a quick loud sharp sound at the audience when the killer can be seen behind the heroine as she slowly closes the door or whatever. The sound works in synthesis with the image to create a reaction in the viewer. The first time I saw Feightner’s artwork it hit me like one of those moments in a horror movie. I was stunned, shocked, a little disgusted, and I liked it. I do not profess a vast knowledge of art. My favorite pieces are Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks” and Edvard Munch’s “The Scream”. I’ve been to the Salvador Dali Museum and spent more time marveling at a lobster phone than the art on the walls. What is art exactly? Well to me art is something that when you experience it you are invoked to feel. Art is the song that makes you sad, the movie that makes you laugh, and the story that inspires you. Anything that was created by someone, and when experiencing it, a reaction is invoked. Be it good or bad the response is the effect, the art the cause. Good art anyways. Feightner has a unique ability to reach into very dark places of the mind/soul/heart and shine an electric light upon the things that dwell there. We see in his art the reflections of a world beneath the surface. His art poses a question to its audience and it’s not always one you want to answer. Whether it’s the connotations of religion turned commercialistic, or a dark desire you barley even acknowledge in your heart of hearts, we all feel these things. We all fear these things. Feightner seems to have a tap on the raw emotion just below our own skin. His art is like the voice inside your head, not really pushing you to do or not do something you might regret, but just there to tap you on the shoulder and let you know it’s really happening. A twisted jiminy cricket. There is a running joke that an artist’s work is more appreciated when he’s dead. What about an artist that shows us we are all dying every moment we live? This is the catharsis of Feightner’s art. Beauty in the darkness, happiness in the sorrow, joy in the pain. Acknowledgments, one pixel at a time, reminding us the definition of mortality. If a picture really is worth a thousand words then I say enjoy the manifesto that follows. And as you look at these pages in a dark room and there’s an odd sound from the next room do not be afraid. Wait for the jump chord. By Mike Foss