Burdensome box! Still finding my way around it, but whilst messing around with text based stuff, that seems to wear it’s (my) heart on its sleeve a little more prominently, I really am struggling with my visibility. Oul wandered in today took one look at the scraps of paper adorning the walls and mentioned something about it being like a crazed conspiracist’s space. What was I to say? Sure I’m after bottling that maniacal spirit that takes place during making doing and thinking, but it’s a fine balance. As long as I get across the ‘eccentric escapism’ (trends 09/10), ahem, I have been shoehorned into for the sakes of trend prediction, it will be ok. I think. I don’t know. Jury is still out on that one actually. Am slightly concerned it’s all a bit fiddling whilst Rome burns.
Anyhow, I took down the scraps, rolled up the large text piece previously pictured, and stuck up two postcards purchased at the Tate earlier in the day. A John Singer Seargent that I have bought before, and a Ben Nicholson that I don’t really like that much, but I choose above one of his flat cubed modernist ones, which seemed a bit obvious, and well, flat. The one with the union jack bunting seen through a window (in St Ives or somesuch), although I’m not really a fan of it, places his practice in a place and time, and having spent the morning altermoderning (terrible word) that seemed apt. Plus, there were no nice postcards of any of the work from the show. Interesting.
Although I sort of hate the box now, it is something to work against, which is good. It gets me thinking. Working out my show proposal in my head, I know that come the end of this cycle, I don’t want the box to still be around, not like it is now anyway. That would defeat the point entirely.