small parts
There is a rust orange shoebox in my closet with its bottom covered by my dark brown hair.
There is a baggie pinned to my photo collage board with an acorn in it, still wearing its "hat".
There is a deep cadmium red envelope full of polaroids stapled into an overstuffed sketchbook.
There is application and financial aid information sitting on the black chair beside me...
I am concerned with how smaller pieces come together to create a space, possibilities - you fill in the blanks. You write the story. Looking through my sketchbooks (I have many), she said she didn't understand my methods.
"It seems like you put things together, just things from your life, like a scrapbook only not so pretty. Which may or may not be a good thing."
Pay attention. I'm going to explain something.
- When forced to use semi-random objects and create an interesting/working composition, what happens?
- When using limited or "ugly" materials, what happens?
- When sentimentality of an object or objectification of sentimentality is broken down into a timeless narrative, which by its own nature requires the viewer's full participation, what happens?
- The (contemporary) viewer (always) participates on some level; I am simply drawing a line of where that level begins. Match it or you're not getting on this ride.
- Art is still an object. Is still an object. Is still an object.
- That said, Art is also an idea. To seperate the object and the idea is like seperating the body and the mind. It should not happen.
- And as Marie pointed out, "What's embarrassment?"
That's all You need to know about me for now.
There is a baggie pinned to my photo collage board with an acorn in it, still wearing its "hat".
There is a deep cadmium red envelope full of polaroids stapled into an overstuffed sketchbook.
There is application and financial aid information sitting on the black chair beside me...
I am concerned with how smaller pieces come together to create a space, possibilities - you fill in the blanks. You write the story. Looking through my sketchbooks (I have many), she said she didn't understand my methods.
"It seems like you put things together, just things from your life, like a scrapbook only not so pretty. Which may or may not be a good thing."
Pay attention. I'm going to explain something.
- When forced to use semi-random objects and create an interesting/working composition, what happens?
- When using limited or "ugly" materials, what happens?
- When sentimentality of an object or objectification of sentimentality is broken down into a timeless narrative, which by its own nature requires the viewer's full participation, what happens?
- The (contemporary) viewer (always) participates on some level; I am simply drawing a line of where that level begins. Match it or you're not getting on this ride.
- Art is still an object. Is still an object. Is still an object.
- That said, Art is also an idea. To seperate the object and the idea is like seperating the body and the mind. It should not happen.
- And as Marie pointed out, "What's embarrassment?"
That's all You need to know about me for now.