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Reflections|London

having lived in London for the past 10 years i’m moving out this weekend. During this time; i’ve changed, the work has changed. but have i / it changed for the better? and what will happen to the work now?

my first question: can we ever really strike a perfect balance between art and life.. the real life that embodies paying bills, that is? the poetics of the artist lies in the image of the rat ridden basement, where a promising worker struggles to create; whilst supporting themselves working nights in a downbeat bar.

that wasn’t my choice, i chose to live and work in the City. i chose a job which meant that i worked part time and could make work, but I got caught up by city life. i wonder whether the path not chosen should have been the one i followed. Have I got so comfy in the current setup that i’ve drowned my creativity? and will it come back?

my Second Question: Do you need to get out of the toxicity in order to successfully make stimulating work?

can we make work about our surroundings whilst embroiled in it? You live it, breathe it, sweat it and does the work really live up to the expectations once you’ve finished it?

if you can’t tell, this move to the country is with intrepidation. i’m worried. worried i’ll loose my sense of self. worried i’ll start creating fluffy montages of bunnies…

or perhaps i’ll go about my daily life with a couple of hours spent at the WI and a couple on a saturday making cucumber sandwiches for the cricket team?

It sounds simple doesn’t it?

Start a blog. Get some followers. Soon enough you’re the next Barthes parading your ideas to the many! However, i am no Barthes as you’ll soon discover. Nor am i purposefully witty. I’m not bright enough for word play and my dyslexic mind goes off on tangents.

But i am an artist. So lets see where this goes with a quick snapshot.

Life: How have we got to where we are?

Art: A response to Life. It’s the old story of the mirror and the lens. We must look at the lens through which we see the world, as well as the world we see, and understand that the lens shapes how we interpret the world.

Me: I have two very deep frown lines. I frown a lot, a habit i picked up as a child watching my father.

What you’ll get – Some thoughts. Pro Perhaps more than 1 thought a week, but you can be sure to get an insight into the artists mind.