Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Artist Statement (and the subject of Love)

I don't meet many artist who enjoy writing about their work; as essential as it is, the artist statement is often a thorn in our sides. The purpose is to offer a platform from which the viewer can explore the work. My approach is usually to be as brief and straight forward as possible. I grumble and edit and end up with words on paper that introduce people to my work.

When I sat down to write about the paper people, the task was more difficult than ever. I prefer to have my hands tell the story, but the collection must travel with a statement. Two words came to mind, a title perhaps: necessary luxuries. The Paper People were here to be a little bit braver about the things we crave need, but for some reason, can't quite deem essential. They challenge our habit of keeping secret that which is most human.

private collection Philadelphia


private collection Washington DC


One day, after quite a while of having only a few lines I would commit to, I came across this quote by visual, conceptual, installation performance artist, Helene Aylon:

"Because there  is a fear of sentimentality, love is not very often addressed -- and it is really the one motivation in all of our lives."

Well, there you have it, I was afraid to say it's about love. I was afraid of setting that word out to sail in a sea of misconceptions. For me love is
                               bigger
                               badder
                               brighter
                               bolder & more brilliant than my words can convey. I would prefer the paper people say it for me. As Jean-Paul Sartre put it, "There is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love but that which is manifest in loving."





private collection Indiana


So, as these pieces greet the public, they will be accompanied by the sparse words that came to mind on the first day I started ripping up newspaper...a question more than a statement:

What would we share if we didn't fear?
Which simple pleasures have become necessary luxuries?
The explorations of the paper people.



                                                  


Saturday, March 5, 2011

slumming with the billboards

Alkonost, the Bird of Paradise, late 18th century




Like birds calling in the canopy, filtered by leaves and fractured sunlight, words bounce around click, tap, tap - release. Interesting. Some are let go like blood at slaughter, others sent out thundering like the hooves of the pony express, and then there are those that seem so precious - too precious to be slumming up against the billboards, but there they are and it's best to know the rules are different and be thankful they called back.

I know a few people who release the words - they're ornithologists creating aviaries, discovering new species, educating...releasing into the cacophony of the canopy.

Here's a catch and release:

The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion, and the tyranny of the dull mind forever threatens -- but our lives are not as limited as we think they are, all things are possible, laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end it's love and love alone that really matters.

~ Tom Robbins, May 25, 2007

So, thank you to those who ensure our time online offers plenty of word watching. 



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