Hooray! it’s friday! As I’m finding with most things in my life – this is a double edged sword.
GOOD I can lure my horrible children off the computer with the promise of TV (mean mummy that I am, I only let them watch on Fridays) and reclaim it as my own
BAD After a couple of weeks break, normal service has been resumed….. #FridayFail. Yes, it’s another rejection letter with a feedback refusal.
I am currently in a funny position – I seem to only be able to make a success from failure. This is as stupid and impossible as it seems. And this in itself I find both amusing and frustrating.
Like INVASION a failed artwork which was successfully chosen for ‘Artefacts of Failure’ at Derby Quad, a performative collaboration (SSoCiaL) which Sally Lemsford and I have been working on for months has finally been successful. We will be at ‘Tempting Failure’ in Bristol in April.
http://www.thomasjohnbacon.com/2013/02/tempting-fa…
Failure, it seems, is my lucky word.
Several years ago I made a work which was a ‘chindogu’ – something which by it’s essence negates the purpose for it’s creation. I have made several of these since but the first is a set of pre-counted worry beads with a bell on the end. I mention this only in that it is a peculiar object to create in that both has purpose and is pointless.
By being successful at failure does this mean I no longer can be?
Failure surely is essential to my practice. If in addressing the duality of an abject object I am then successful this would jeopardize my work so that it could no longer genuinely continue.
Perhaps I have finally found the space in between. It is an un/happy place to be.
