these past few weeks i have been
concerned with the enemy of seclusion;
or one of it's 'henchmen' more accurately.
don't expect any answers here.
i am not the lyrical poet to express
my views & comments in any other way
than battering a canvas into submission.
in its most discreet moments
the 'relevance' issue bothers me greatly.
every now and then it creeps up on you.
black & decker drill bits, hydrochloric acids
and fist full of paint.. WTF?
what is he building in there?
(and does it serve a purpose?)
we know exactly what it is.
(it serves the purpose of keeping me sane.)
in the aspect of value or success;
success is deemed to be the main cultural value
of which everything is judged against.
and my opinion on that; (and Len's)
"take the only tree thats left and stuff
it up the hole in your culture" (L.Cohen)
i'll keep keeping myself sane by knocking
nails in to bits of wood..
sometimes galleries exhibit them.
occasionally somebody buys one.
"When I’m being extreme, I’m capable of thinking
that frankly the whole art scene is made up of a
bunch of idiots. And I have no desire to get millions
of ordinary people to queue up to look at that stuff.
Why should they? It’s got nothing much to do with them.
To suddenly expect it to be popular is asking the impossible.
~ Matthew Collings