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Rereading through what I have written, it surprises me just how little I speak about the artist… the maker… the practice I pursue… my intentions. What I get is the teacher… instructor… provocateur…

Why is this? Why this lack of conviction – this reticence to comment? Do I doubt my worth… work… courage to face critique?.. Have I nothing to say… Is my work meaningless? Am I already pure teacher?..

Prep for my 10 hours, demands I start thinking again about definition… aspiration… ambition and purpose… Why I make and what I want the work to say… or propose an alternative that negates substance… “Art for art’s sake?”

I’ve examined the origins of the term artist… sought definition… What is it that I am… claim… supposed to be?.. What is the fit?..

In ancient Greece sculptors and painters were held in low regard, somewhere between freemen and slaves, their work regarded as mere manual labour. So what elevated our position?

artist /ärˈtist/

noun

A person who practices or is skilled in an art, now esp a fine art

A person who has the qualities of imagination and taste required in art

A painter or draughtsman

A performer, esp in music

A person good at, or given to, a particular activity, such as booze artist (slang)

A learned man (obsolete)

Someone who professes magic, astrology, alchemy, etc, or chemistry (obsolete)

(Chambers dictionary).

Practices?.. Skilled?.. Imagination?.. Taste?.. Learned?..

Does this fit me?.. Am I side-tracking?.. Avoiding issues?.. Not addressing my training?

I think not… Or maybe it’s just ingrained Mr Teacher… I need qualification before recognition… insight prior to adornment…

Let’s cross reference… second opinion…

The Oxford English Dictionary defines the older broad meanings of the term “artist” as: –

A learned person or Master of Arts.

A follower of a pursuit in which skill comes by study or practice.

One who makes their craft a fine art.

One who cultivates one of the fine arts.

Strangely, instant empathy lies with the second – …”comes by study or practice!”

Teacher?.. no escaping this anathema…

I have my Master’s Of Art… tick box…

I do practice my craft daily… be it generally on an iPad… tick box… Does that constitute skilled?

Imagination… yes… tick box…

But taste?.. ah right!.. ok!.. “The faculty by which the mind perceives the beautiful or elegant”… (Chambers dictionary)… I think I can do that… tick box…

“Makes their craft a fine art”?.. Craft?.. A skilled trade?… Skilled?… Now there is the question?..

…Is what I do on the iPads skilled?…

Skilled?.. “aptitudes and competencies appropriate for a particular job”… tick box… but… don’t all of these just come down to levels of proficiency?.. (Education and grade systems!)…

So… we have arrived at the artwork… Lets presume I pass muster and can call myself Artist… Am I Artist?..

So what is it I do?

Strange how in the definitions there is no reference to research… planning… consideration… development…

Is creation… composition… in art terms then spontaneous?.. a matter of perception?.. intuition?.. instinct?..

Because that’s kind of what the iPad engenders…

Of course… I have starting points… projects… but I question the relevance… does the viewer request this when they view the work?.. Why does audience desire insight? Why this craving for explanation…

Maybe that’s the thing… maybe that’s me… why I shy away… struggle with descriptive…

The main focus of my practice is rooted in the singular pixel and discusses the nature of other singular entities such as viruses and bacteria. Working predominantly with iPad and App technology the principle objective of my work is to create beauty from the minute and infect the antigen in the same way as it taints us. Alongside my research I have developed complex methods of manipulating singular forms and transforming them into intricate, abstract images that hide their origins yet retain hints of their original single structure. Hundreds of slightly different versions are reproduced mimicking virus multiplication. Increasingly as new images evolve, the work is inhabiting and polluting new organic forms and human structures…

There… that’s it… my overview…

… and for the first time… with pride… I have work in New York…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ybd5nSnmvI

…and can hesitantly say…

I am Artist…


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It’s strange watching my year 11 GCSE pupils doing their 10 hour practical exam… to realize just how much I miss studio practice… the luxury of a solid block of time just to make Art… the culmination of research, experimentation and development.

I used to knock this process… “Don’t know any artists who work like that”… “Is about passing a GCSE, not making art”… but today I value it… the training and discipline… and understand better the use of sketchbooks, process and evaluation.

They don’t appreciate how lucky they are… a small minority of them anyway. It’s a chore… a task that needs completing ASAP… because then “Jonesy” will let them escape early… like… so that that’s them and art done… permanent…

10 hours to realize intentions… broken into blocks… 4… 3… and 3… Time in between to reflect… reconsider… revisit…

They come in with those last minute doubts from a night spent up – worrying and finalizing… planning. “Do you think….”… “Can I…?”… “What if…?”… yet still keen to please and seek approval… little realizing that should they continue on with this calling their cast has been set… future years of the same… the myth of the artist… that tormentor of souls…

Reflective practice mirrored in my minors… Privileged indeed… Essence of artist…

Finding time is the key of course… not the space… that can be created wherever … can’t it? Is prerequisite within the head – the processor… the image factory?

Not having the space, maybe I’m just mitigating? My art room suffices during the daytime… is where I make most work… but it belongs to my apprentices… I charter time from them… or is that pocket? At night my iPad expands into a vast space for my fertility… borderless walls… evolution tank…

And yet…

I read my friends blog… new space… new freedom… new time…

Do I covet? Resent? Crave?

Would I trade?

I’m back to the variance… artist or teacher?… Artist-teacher?… Where is Bo’s practice positioned in this? What is my occupation?

Recent events have possibly abstracted my attention… buying into the aspiration is hard to resist… delirium from non rejection intoxicating and swamping… a few kind words heady with hope and intent…

STOP…

Reality check…

What do you enjoy most?… What would you miss?…

I have the best of both… take out the incredibly hard and time-consuming graft… (graft… craft… mmm… interesting!)… Steeped in daily… making… guiding… suggesting… observing… viewing… appraising… commenting… discussing… experimenting… stimulating…

Can anything surpass this – or is it an examination of levels… discourse… engagement?

Am I depicting the artisan or the educator?

Maybe this is where Elena got it right… time out to try the alternative? Am I institutionalized? Are these ponderings redundant or merited on bias and indoctrination? When did I last studio?

What would I do with space?… Where would it take me – my toil?

Here’s the plan… play along… I’m somehow going to acquire myself 10 hours production time… isolated confinement… fresh, unadulterated accommodation… and see what happens… be it listless staring into space… frantic production… or soothing craftsmanship… I’ll have a better inkling of direction… a notion of whether it’s waking delusion or me…

I won’t abscond from what I have… falsify the situation… enter the fantasy… I will hold to reality… shelf the comparisons and create in the now…referencing the work that has recently been considered accomplished… Time might hold the answers… not Space…


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