My installation is up at the Quatro Cats Gallery….no I’ve not suddenly slipped back in time and become famous, the gallery owner named this one after the bar. I have taken photos but my digital camera is recharging it’s batteries before anyone who would like to gets a look at them.
I am glad it’s up, feel strangely accomplished and oddly satisfied. Even though it’s anti-war a vagina still managed to creep in…that kind of frustrates me as well as amusing me. I am more interested at the moment, artistically speaking, in the penis but aside from random scibbles and the promise of a friend back home to let me cast him nothing concrete is really emerging. Apparently I still have vagina’s to get out of my system.
It occured to me whilst I was arranging the thing, I want the others in the exhibition to at least consider my work worth their time but I really don’t care if they like it or not. Obviously it’s nice if they do, but it’s just stuff that I wanted to get out of my system and now it’s there. How much different could that be to my attitude about my writing?
Anyone is welcome to peer at my installations but as for my writing…well the guild get to see it and thats about it. I wonder why I’m quite so precious about my writing, I hate people to see it if I’m not absolutely convinced that it’s good enough. And I am never convinced of that, but my artwork…well….I wonder if it’s the five or so years education spent drumming into me that I wasn’t to be precious about my art? Probably…hmmm need to do something about my attitude to my writing or it’ll never see the light of day!
I wonder if there’s a divide between art as painting etc and art as writing because writing has more rules? There’s grammar, syntax, spelling, tenses etc and all that crap to consider. And mastering those isn’t enough; you have to assemble the words in an order which entertains- which intrigues and fascinates the reader. In my (limited) experience, art as painting etc is like Marmite however as there are less rules every day. Writing is putting words to paper and what those words say is what art is fundamentally about. You can criticise someone’s attempt to write prose or poetry, but I feel that criticising someone’s art is like attacking a part of them because is there a right or wrong? I’m not conveying what I mean very well, but hopefully there’s a gist there.
I can’t believe I’m up at twenty past ten in the a.m.
What’s your MSN s/n, Mish? Can’t wait to see the pics
So, how would one hypothetically go about making moulds based on one’s body parts? I do eventually want to get around to my "Land of the Drowning Giants" wargames scenery set, but haven’t a clue where to start.
(Hell, if you need anyone else to sit for castings, and you show me how to do it myself at the same time, I’ll maybe volunteer.)
I believe Mistress Matisse had something to say about casting body parts recently…
The same as my sign in name all across the web Lucrecia.
I dunno I feel like my writing is more a part of me than my art sometimes.
Archie MSN me sometime. We’ll discuss castings.