During my car journeys today I have been pondering upon the complexities of autobiographical work and problems therein.
What do you do if you want to make work about your life or aspects of it but don’t want to have that ‘airing your dirty laundry’ feeling.
It would be easy enough if you were an author – nom de plumes are ‘de-rigeur’. But what if like ‘Belle de Jour’ you are unmasked? What is the equivalent in visual arts – Banksy? Did Bob and Roberta Smith try to hide his identity to begin with or is it an elaborate joke?
Currrently listening to old Blur I am reminded that a lot of autobiographical music emanates from the ends of relationships – what if the work you want to make comes from the core but you don’t really want the others involved to know your thoughts?
Do you have to rewrite the enigma code?
Just asking……
