FRIDA KAHLO etc.
John Baldessari (American, b. 1931). Tips for Artists Who Want to Sell, 1966-68. Acrylic on canvas. 68 x 56 1/2 in. (172.7 x 143.5 cm).
NO DEAD BIRDS
In Bedwyr Williams’s publication Basta (documenting his observations while in artist residence in Venice) he includes a full page image of a paperweight bought in football team ephemera shop. It is dated 1973 - Bedwyr tells us that this makes it a year older than he is.
We think about the life span of a human being as a significant thing. To have been living and accumulating existence for decade after decade after decade is considered no mean feat and indeed is deemed worthy of regular celebration.
But what about objects that have been existing and accumulating their unique points in time and space for a length of time that is considered significant by the standards of human existence? To think that an object has seen more of time and space than you have, that maybe it knows more of the world than you do. It has a longer story than you. And who are we as human beings to say that our existence of relative consciousness and other self important values and vices has more weight than the quiet and watchful ever absorbing existence of a paperweight.
Some time ago I pilfered through the large pot of copper 1 and 2 pence pieces that is kept in our family home to find all the coins that are older than I am. I have them collected together in a jar which sits in my room.
I was born in 1992 which makes me currently 20 years old. I must say that it’s starting to feel like it’s a very long time.
Sunday Dalí: Portrait of Paul Eluard, 1929. Oil on canvas.
Eluard was a poet and friend of the Dalís. He was once married to Gala.
There is no such thing as Art, there are only artists.
So is what I am making Art? (even art?). Will it suffice as Art work for my Art degree?
According to Gombrich (and we could all do far worse than to live by Gombrich) it does not matter. What matters is that I am being an artist.
I am making work. I am living through my work. And that is all that matters.
rusty metal on red.
Coil from light chord (red string?)
shovel head found at beach.
things i happen to have. because time and again i am actively compelled to persue them. bring them into my possession. to have. - books, postcards, fossills,
rusty metal collection.
bottles and jars.
the photos of dead birds I knew from vague memory I had, as when I see adead bird i am always compelled to take a photo. document it. capture it. have it.
to have is certainly a very personal thing.
on a level it could be seen as one of or even thee most personal thing.
we have life
we have consciousness
we can possess. what if we could not? does having come with conciousness of a certain level allow us to have, or does or does the capacity to have allow us to have a consciousness?
(put together in a way that feigns coherence, order, purpose)
pig skull put at the head of a sheeps spine.
it’s very simple, I just happened to have both things.
photo collection. (it is of course too impractical and unsociable to consider actually collecting the deadbirds themselves. photos serve to suffice.)