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I find Facebook memories a useful tool in reminding me what I’ve been up to in previous years. It is useful to see what I was making one year/ three years/ six years ago.

Yesterday a post popped up from 2018 of a drawing I was doing then as part of the Cause and Effect body of work. There were similarities to the work I’m doing now, making twigs from bound waste paper. I could say that the current work is a three dimensional version of the drawing.

This is interesting in that it is completely unintended. I have explored many avenues in the intervening years. But here I am, not “stuck” exactly… but still fixated on similar forms and lines, finding different ways to render them. The drawings were more abstract that the making is. These I think are more definitely twig-like. But it does lead me to the idea that they need not be.

The work I do always seems to have an element of push and pull about it. I like this. An elastic thread between representation and abstraction. The work with twigs started  after the intense hard work of producing Drawing Songs, which was a funded project with all the stresses that involves. I wanted to get back to basics, back to something I didn’t want to have to think about too much. I just wanted to “feed” myself with some observational drawing. Old art school basics: if in doubt, draw what you see. But after a while my natural tendencies took over and I was able to push away from the observed into the conceptual. I am still exploring this stretching… and I think each thing I do pulls and pushes away and against those initial observations.

The reminder of the drawing has prompted me to step a little further away from just making representations of twigs, and to explore these three dimensional forms in a less referential way…

It is also useful to remind myself that I can be trusted. I don’t need to worry about WHY I’m doing things. I just need to keep turning up to do the work in front of me, then every now and then, the WHY turns up of its own accord, when it’s ready.

Still reading The Disappearance of Rituals…

The urge to Produce, to provide Content is rife. But the problem is with the sort of art work I do, if I am too intent on the product and not the process, I miss things. It’s too fast. It’s too target driven. 

I wrote a couple of posts ago about the benefits of lingering. It could be argued that lingering creates time and space in which to play and think, and that being obsessed by outcomes removes the thought required to make meaningful work. I only ever write here about my own work, my own thoughts. I am not at all saying this is the only way to be. I’m just trying to find the best way for me.

“Thinking has the character of play” *

Free thinking is playful, dancing. 

What I shall try to now do intentionally is to resist the urge to produce and post, resist the urge to tell people what I have made, in order for the meaning to find itself.

I shall stick with playing around with my signifiers, and leave the signified under wraps… it doesn’t need to be presented with written instructions all the time.

Why do artists feel the need to explain? Is it the desire for validation and understanding? It takes a certain level of confidence, and some might think arrogance to let the work speak for itself. I had a conversation with another artist recently about titling work. What is a title for? Identification? To signal cleverness? To provide clues? To give a point of access? I do like to title my work. I do think I use the titles to provide clues or a point of access for the viewer, or a starting point for a conversation at least.

But instead of explaining myself, why not stick with those signifiers: those wrapped twigs signifying the children living in poverty? I could either leave the twigs unexplained. Or, why not head straight for what I am trying to signify and present the raw data? If I am going to explain it all, why bother with the twigs? And if I’m going to present the twigs as an installation, with a set of particular rules and aesthetics, why bother with the statistics?

If I am concerned (as I am) with how much I can do, how deep I can delve by using signs and symbols and metaphor in my visual works and in my writing, does it not ruin the whole thing if I reveal it immediately?  Is it like blurting out the punchline before we tell the joke? Premature ejaculation?

Is it not more seductive to keep the signified to myself for a while? It gives me more space to play and think before committing myself.

Does the luxury of non-revelation only arrive after ten, fifteen, twenty years of working towards (or around?) something ignorantly, while not really knowing what I’m aiming at?

Having laid out all the clues, enough of the clues, and, let’s face it, blatant statements of what my work is about, can I now not bother?

Am I by privilege of age and experience now allowed to not write an artist’s statement on all of my work? Surely I don’t need to write what it is all about if I have made what it is all about? Is this a matter of a lack of confidence or insecurity that makes me add words?

Is it arrogant to not allow my audience a way in? And am I bothered if people think I am arrogant? Yes. I probably am.

I may have confused myself. This requires more thought. And play.

*The Disappearance of Rituals by Byung-Chul Han p82