Artists' Statements, Boxes and the Death Of Reality

You’ll see that I’ve built lots of tiny little boxes and decorated them with little patterns and then arranged them into various shapes/structures.  It’s a thought that sprung into an idea then became a motivation and a full on and very overwhelmingly rational motive.

By sticking these boxes together I felt I would really, truly and very much BE achieving something.  That this would lead me towards the next step in an infinite amount of steps of achieving some solution to a problem that I can’t even properly locate or define.  A big problem which isn’t even there in a tangible sense but a problem which is somewhere……. Just not over there…… and it wasn’t and will not and can’t at all get solved by sticking boxes together.  The actual idea of solving this intensely big problem (the spiralling of existence and the “oh no, please, is this still happening!”) is a fine motive for a creative type.  Though it is beset with problems, one of them is that at times I feel like one big ego taking on the universe -  and ego is not as cool as it would like you to think it is.

Many art professionals have an idea of why they are doing their work, what it means and what it’s trying to say.  It’s actually quite important to have a section on your Artist CV explaining the artwork, contextualising it so it fits tidily into what should be thought about it and stressing what “them lot“ as viewers should be thinking - which is a bit silly as art is surely as much (if not more) about the viewer‘s interpretation.  To try to impose a notion of what it means is a bit URG!  What is usually imposed quite predictably is something along the lines of “when is reality not reality and when is this object not a object and when does art actually become art or is art an constituent of a larger conglomerate of a disparate swirling something.”  Except the real life version of this explanation is much longer, not quite as long as this blog entry is going to be but still quite long.  And less concise.  Which is really saying something as this is likely to be very inconcise.  So hold onto your hats as this is going to be a very bumpy and inconsistent ride.

It’s quite a difficult task for me to write an Artist’s Statement as I tend to be the sort of person who speaks before thinking about it - therefore my work is a case of action over thought.  Not to say that there isn’t an underlying method, process and idea behind whatever it is I’m doing... though it is usually just a lot of loud and incomprehensible ideas and yearnings, my brain working overtime on making these voidful nonsenses become an actual reality when the reality is - and this is the punch line (not a good one) - that I have no idea what reality is - so actualising my ideas into some sort of tangible personal truth is actually quite a hard task, which actually fails to support any pre-promised punch line because the task just goes on and on and on and on.  That’s probably why there are recurring ideas and shapes and textures repeating themselves over and over into more complex forms and why my work has led so deeply down the collage route. 

Every creation leads to a bending of my way of doing things, the work is actually the path towards deeper and more personal questioning and more questioning in regards to the undercurrent lacking and gaining and moving and stopping.  Of whatever it is that is bothering me.  Or sometimes not bothering me.  I think I've drawn up some good borderlines and agreements over the years so nowadays if I'm truly bothered by anyone it's usually me.  And I'm lovely company most of the time.  To myself at least.

Anyway the work seems to be all about some sort of continual process and “becoming” something and someone else, even though the threads can be taken back to some sort of source which is caused by me actually being alive and doing things from the moment it was decided that I would be encased into this flesh and bone containment vehicle:  that is my soul was thrown like everyone elses into a machine of biological impulse, controlled by unwanted chemical requirements.  Anyway I digress….  As it stands my Artist’s Statement runs like this:

“My work comprises of densely populated compositions of shape, colour and form delivered through various combinations of media and techniques, such as painting, drawing, animation, print and collage. New methods and techniques are explored and amalgamated into the process.

“My previous work informs the work that follows it, to the point that it is often cut and spliced into new forms and patterns, creating many unexpected textural permutations. This allows for potentially infinite developments upon a personal aesthetic and creates bright, fantastical, illogical and otherworldly abstract images. Which take the form of broken, fragmented, improbable landscapes and/or spinning and altering geometric bodies which grow and fall under the influences of external affect.”

And there you go.  It certainly needs a little more and doesn’t exactly sum up perfectly what it is that I actually do but it’s all fact.  It’s mostly about the process of creating my work rather than the actual “substance” of the work itself.  If I wrote anything about “substance” in my CV then I’d be pretty worried about anyone who hasn’t actually met me thinking I was a bit of a twerp.   Though the same could be said about this blog.  I hope nobody reading this actually thinks that I think that I know what I’m talking about, or that what I’m writing here is my definitive opinion or the nucleus of some strict guideline by which I think we should all run our lives by.  To be honest this is all just a long drawn out exercise to see if I can actually write down my thoughts and develop some sort of dialogue not just with the real world. but also with myself and my own ideas - so many of which are internal and undefined but by expressing my uncertainty and vagueness in words and being able analyse them then perhaps my ideas and my work in general will become more tangible and break into the real world and into become very real and good and solid and valid tangibilities.  The pictures of boxes I’ve been putting throughout this entry haven’t even been fully explained.  I’ve gone on a bit of a digression.  They are pretty photos though.  They were going to be little diaromas/designs for something bigger but then they joined together to become something else.  They are certainly better as photos than they are as sculpture.

So then, have a lovely Christmas anyone who is actually reading this on the day it's posted, for those reading after Christmas: well done for having a good Christmas without reading my babbling post on the internet.  Well done you.  And hope you had a lovely weekend.  I have done so far, despite me writing this babbling post on the internet.  2010 has actually been a very decent year for me, one of my best so far, in terms of if I were to rate the years of my life this one has been quite exceptional but it's all building up to something better, I've sold a few pictures, I've got my own art dealer person, I've got a solo exhibition next year, somehow there seems to be a decent chance that after all this time I might actually win after all.  If you and whatever others out there might be interested there's going to be an intense chess game going on soon, in the village square, a giant game of chess.  My wavering ego against the raging but ordered but chaotic contradiction of every single horrible thing ever.  It won't be a serious game, I'll likely tell jokes and lose really really badly but it's quite good fun to see my opponent taking itself so seriously.  Like it's some sort of all consuming "you must accept me!" truth.... undeniable and prison like.  By laughing at the horrible sneering universal truth there is a chance that we'll make it go away and stop being such a big bully and maybe it'll let us go outside for a bit as it'll realise that we don't want to play chess anymore.