The more I read the more I want to expand expand expand! In a few weeks I will be giving an assesable presentation about ‘my practice’. It seems the pressure to define my practice is sending my brain into overdrive, trying to absorb and adapt everything I read and see into the confused mush it has become. The problem is, I feel as though my art-making, my personality, and my feelings are all intertwined – an intregral part of my identity. But who I am is undefinable, just like my practice, I am a mixture of experiences, of stimuli, and of relationships, all these things make up my essential ‘me’ness. How can I begin to explain where my practice has developed from, how can I narrow it down to one interest, one experience, one meaning.
And now in the panic of this realisation, I am trying to steal other people’s meanings and histories, in a futile attempt to get some clarity, At least this process of outward seeking has enabled me to draw some comparisons, and at least figure out what my practice is not!
I must simplify! I must reduce! I must stop this post now because I have a meeting!
