***REALITY***
I am back from Greece, back in cold, windy, rainy England.
It has taken me a few days to sit down, look through everything and reflect.
I’m not sure if it is good to reflect too much and focus too much on ‘things’.
Perhaps, I won’t reflect.
Perhaps, I will just post some images.
Perhaps, you should reflect, yes you, not me.
This is my grandmother’s house.
Rewritten, remembered, rethought.
Expanded and contextualised.
Why is it we chose to remember some things more than others?
Again, I have written this post twice now.
3 seems to be the lucky number.
Re-invent. I shall re-invent it.
I want to look back at dust. Look back at this years relationship with this material. This existence.
The air in which we breath.
Dust particles, particles of humanness. Mere specks in the whole planetary system. Specks?
No. No, we are smaller than specks, for each speck consists of thousands of molecules. One speck of dust is in essence our entire human race.
So I ask, what and who are we? Have I been exploring our infinite existence through this dust process?
Where do we belong?
A dustpan worth of dust is a world in itself.
Where does that leave us, me? I am, dust.
I am, a tiny molecule of dust.
When I die, you will breath, me, in and out.
I will float, existing, in a world full of dust. Made of dust.
Dust cannot be extinguished. Just removed from a solitary state that is visible to our naked eye.
Dust, I am.
Being in Greece.
What with the heat and the fact that you physically can do *nothing* because of it, there has been little to inspire me so far.
Yet there is dust *everywhere*.
Too much dust perhaps….?
I am waiting for the third idea to appear.
A visit to my grans won’t go a miss. I’m sure she’ll bring something interesting to the tables. The First Dust Lady.
Tomorrow I will take some photos and maybe make video – if I find the equipment to do so.
For now I am writing…
I recently read Becky Hunter’s choice blog on David Riley here she mentions how Riley explores the results of deleting a blog post.
Would it be like destroying a piece of art? For me, my thoughts and ideas are art, therefore anyway that I express these become a work in progress.
So what happens when you have written the post twice and each time it manages to delete itself. You try to type up the same post from memory (as you weren’t clever enough to copy and paste the original) but inevitably it will not be the same, or sound as good. So you have to start all over again.
Third time lucky and here we are, a post that has managed to form with a mixture of everything that has been going on in my life this month.
Since graduating I haven’t made any new physical works. In fact I’m not sure if I have been avoiding it all together or if it is just that I haven’t had the time. ‘Real’ life seems to have taken over the show.
However, I believe that my art form has slowly started to move away from making and moved towards exploring the relationship between ‘real’ life and ‘art’ life.
Recognising this new long-standing relationship we have as humans, to technology, forcing technological boundaries to merge and create a new art form. One that is not simply to make art but to live as art, to write as art, to communicate becomes art. We live in a technological utopia that serves to remind us of who we are and what we want to do in this world.
Nevertheless, lets go back to talk about what has happened to my own art practice. I have become more and more interested in creating something for the majority rather than the individual, by that I mean not just a single piece of work but rather a larger project based art form.
Space. Project. Art.
Artist led spaces, independent art schools, collectives – more and more are appearing.
In one of my last posts on my degrees unedited blog I spoke about my feelings towards collaborations and how we need to send out a collective creative response. Particularly now.
Now. Does it matter how? Use technology, the internet, twitter, facebook, blogs – these are our new art platforms.
I also explained how although I am unsure of what I want to do and what would happen I am just letting it unfold – the easy way.
Now, as much as I would like to say that I have been doing this and to some extent opportunities have come my way (without me having to kill myself finding them) I would not say this past month has been easy.
I don’t remember the last time I had time to go to a private view.
However, I am more aware, more sure and have a better vision of what is to come in the next few months.
This week I will be in Greece, visiting family and researching for my next project – which I will go into more detail in my next post.
For now – this is what I want you to think about –
Collectives, creating, together, in response to each other
—-> The Bristol Diving School
– The new artist led space that I am involved with this year.
http://new.bristoldivingschool.net/
