Well, it’s good to thumb the nose at the mirror sometimes, isn’t it?
But before we all fall about overcome with guffaws…a few posts back Amanda presented me with a Happiness Award. Now, in general, I’m not a great fan of some of the blog awards that go around.
But Amanda is part of the Book-Art-Object group and she’s passed this honour to all of us, saying that being part of this project has given her much happiness.
Well, I can only echo that. My small book has gone out and, despite some trepidation, I was, on mailing day, happy. Happy that I’d finally finished my piece. Happy that I’d made new cyber friends through this. (And I’ve now pressed the flesh of three of them!) And the happiness continues as responses to my work come in.
Being an artist (of any stripe, I should think) is to inhabit a strange other-world, where “normal” people do not always understand what you do. Or why you do it.
And trying to explain the “why” can be fraught with difficulties. Personally, I feel that if the viewer/reader doesn’t get it, an explanation is unlikely to help.
I loathe having to write those Artist Statements. Arghh! I made the piece, just enjoy it or walk away. Please don’t ask me to dissect the wretched thing and explain the minutiae of my mind. And anyway, you don’t have the time to hear all that!
Along with passing this award to other bloggers, I am to list 10 things that make me happy. Hmm…I’m generally a merry old thing, but here is a list:
1 good friends
2 rain running into the water tank
3 cats
4 lilac
5 the smell of hot earth as the first raindrops hit it
6 trees
7 the oceans
8 music
9 good food (bad food does not make me happy!)
10 acceptance
Thankyou, Amanda. I know I should name my chosen recipients, but most of the bloggers I know have already been nominated so I’ll fall back on the good old self-service approach. If you’d like to take this further, be my guest.
And now…about this post’s title. You may be serious about your work, but how seriously do you take yourself? Can you see the absurd side?
try this, from http://10gallon.com/statement2000/ In another blogging connection, I lifted this from Angela, also one of the Book Art Object team.
Here’s mine.
dinahmow’s Artist Statement
Through my work I attempt to examine the phenomenon of Popeye as a methaphorical interpretation of both Hundertwasser and painting.
What began as a personal journey of buggerism has translated into images of curry and feet that resonate with Inuit people to question their own purpleness.
My mixed media tricycles embody an idiosyncratic view of Wesley, yet the familiar imagery allows for a connection between John Lennon, eyes and puddings.
My work is in the private collection of Zsa Zsa Gabor who said ‘Huzzah!!, that’s some real ridiculous Art.’
I am a recipient of a grant from Folsom Prison where I served time for stealing mugs and tie clips from the gift shop of The Smithsonian. I have exhibited in group shows at KFC and Tate Modern, though not at the same time. I currently spend my time between my bedroom and Berlin.
See what I mean about pretentious twaddle?
I *love* your artist statement! And now, here’s mine (hint: I “borrowed” it :):
I made the piece, just enjoy it or walk away. Please don’t ask me to dissect the wretched thing and explain the minutiae of my mind.
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andrea…just as well it’s not under copyright! I generated a few of those (waiting for another programme to load) and you can be extremely silly about it. I must dig out the “responses” chart from ‘way back.The one in which you can select mix-and-match phrases.
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Andrea said it already! I like to appropriate your “enjoy it or walk away” artist statement too. It’s brilliant. I’ve linked my comment not to my blog, but my half finished website with my fitting artist statement : ‘under construction’. Maybe I’ll keep it or use your handy statement generator.
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ellen…help yourself! I also have: “my name is…and I make stuff. Now make me an offer.”
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fleeting mentions of so many in whom I’m interested
you must be an artist of interest to me too then
(-:
XXX
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iltv…but it’s all bluff! Well, except the Hundertwasser bit. And I do like real curry.
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Haha! I love this tool 🙂 I’ll have to fiddle a bit with it to get something that sounds at least remotely sane (Apparently through my work I attempt to examine the phenomenon of Mafalda as a methaphorical interpretation of both Neil Gaiman and gloating.)
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hilke…and I bet Neil G. would laugh at that!
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Lady Neeps!
Brilliant blog!
Hada laff!
(ps: just don’t nominate this ol’ curmudgen on pain of porrage wi’ nae salt ;o)
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david…welcome back! I thought you’d been seduced by pasta!
And the thought o’ porridge wi’ nae salt is too much tae think on! Ye’re off th’ hook, laddie!
(Ma Glasgae accent’s slippin’ a wee bit wi-oot th’ practice!)
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Spoken like a true native (Botswanian)!
Nae worries, we’ll get ye back twirpin awa’ like a true hairy frae Govan afore long.
Jist keep talkin’ tae yersel.
I do :o)
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Govan? Govan? Ah used tae be more yer Partick Thistle! (Then I reverted to the One True Game. Did I tell ya m’ Pa was a Clydeside apprentice? Aye. It’s true. But he was also Kentish-born and Liverpool educated so you’ll excuse the lingual lapse, no?
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Partick, scmartick.
Nae excuses…ye either walk-the-walk (kinda bow-legged and staggering wi’ a fish-supper in yer hawn) and talk-the-talk (wi a schlurr frae too much Buckfast) or ye jist ca’ yersel a Sassenach…ye cannae hae both!
Except in your case, for you are very welcome, a Titled Lady an a’.
“Pa” sounds like a true gentleman.
And I hope “The One True Game” yer haverin’ on aboot is in fact fitba’.
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David…The One True Game does, indeed, involve kicking a ball. The pointy kind, at places like Murrayfield. I’m from All Black country, remember?
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Absolutely perfect(ly hilarious)!
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Jana…it does make me wonder if some critics use this “system” sometimes! 😉
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