Warning… this post rambles. It is thinking about art, out loud, and dripping paint all over the place.
When I think about making art, and selling art, I often get all maudlin about the whole thing… whats the point? Whats it for? I have no BIG statement to make, it won’t change the world. But then I look around my home and it is full of art, in all different forms, and it all gives me a warm wintery afternoon when it’s snowing outside feeling, (which for me is the very best kind of feeling in the world). A lot of well known contemporary art is controversial, it has a statement to make, often a statement that subverts the world it exists in. Some of the Turner Prize winners for example… some I love and I get, Simon Starling’s Shedboatshed, now that is my kind of art. But the work of say, Jake and Dinos Chapman, doesn’t do it for me. I don’t want what I find ugly or miserable, neither in my home or in an exhibition in some gallery.
My kind of art is of course very personal, just like your kind of art. I like art that you can live with and be joyful about, or art that you can live in, and be happy living in. Joyful doesn’t have to be all bright and cheery, I get a lot of joy from dark, bleak landscapes. I could happily live with Starling’s In Speculum which I was lucky enough to see in Wellington earlier this year. It has a story, to me it has meaning. Just like my artists books, limited edition prints, original paintings and screen-printed tea-towels. Whether it cost £2000 or $10 matters not, whether it was done by a Royal Academy artist or a postman in his spare time, matters not. All that matters is that for one reason or another it speaks to me loud enough that I want it in my world.
And so, the big challenge I have with my own art, is to make sure that it has a place in my world, or one of my worlds. My art and writing is very much about making other worlds, twisting reality to fit my concept of joy. I need to have a reason for it to exist, for it to be created, and if it brings a good feeling when I look back at it, well that is reason enough. If I like it, then maybe someone else will too. I have in the past, made controversial art: giant tea pots lined with photos of the poverty that tea workers live in, child sized coffins made out of Nestle Smartie boxes, etc. I have my corners to fight, but right now I don’t want to do it with art. It doesn’t mean my art will have no message, just that the message may be ambiguous, foggy or for some, silent.
The photos below are not mine, but they kind of say something about how I like my art, kind of lived in...
I am not sure what it is about this guy, I have a phobia of the *F* – word, but I love this…, and I love how its is sitting there, not hung on the wall, just part of the furniture. The room below is a bit orange for me, but that chair looks so comfortable, and I like how the art is just nestled in there.
Images sourced on 8/8/2014 from: