Using this last piece from last year as my next stepping stone, I am excited to continue my work on the next level of fiber relief sculptures for my upcoming show at Aa Gallery in Las Cruces.
Exploring the tight/separated, the pulled/slack, the new/old connections I am delving more deeply into visual metaphor, visual irony, the visual language of natural materials manipulated into layers of experience/meaning. We can hunt for meaning, we can spend time yearning for meaning, we can search other people for meaning in our lives, or we just be meaningful in our daily existence. Can we be “post-idea?” in this frenetic world obsessed with all that is new and shiny?
It is a joke to be sure, in one sentence to make fun of, to mock all “ideas” about art, about art history, about art that is about art, all of those nutty idea thingys that artists have to know about, have to research, have to be up to speed on. I am an art educator and I am all about learning, about life long learning actually, but I get the premise of this statement. Sometimes art can be too much about an “idea” and not so much about the material itself, about the art being exactly what it is. One time in grad school I was told that my art seemed to be too “self-conscious” as a very young artist I knew I did not like that term being projected onto my work, but what did it mean? Was I too self conscious? How can art be too “aware of itself”? I have worked to remove that label from my work. Yes, I work in a conscious way, I work to solve visual problems, I work to show what it is I have been thinking about, and increasingly my work simply “is”. I do not want my work to be purely decorative, I do not believe that it is, however, I do not want it to be self-conscious, or “overwrought”, or just boring, of course not. I want my work to be it’s own honest self.
My work although new, always has a look of being old, of being dug up from somewhere.
What I love most about the making of my art is the physical experience. My hope and dream is always that my work is more than what I had imagined it to be.
All artists love parts of making their work, but there are also the pain in the ass moments, those aspects of making anything that are dull, repetitious, aggravating, physically demanding, etc. These times are the price of admission, the pain we have to endure in order to get to the good stuff. All of the prep, drawings, making plaster molds, wedging clay, collecting materials, trimming, gluing, pouring, rinsing, pounding, lifting, cleaning, stamping, grinding, sewing, stretching, cleaning and then waiting, are all part of the process that teaches us what we need to know.
My work is pushing me now to get busy. In my mind I see the sculptures, perfect in their glory, but my hands have to make them, and they are not perfect. The plans, the drawings try to map a coherent path.
This is the state of being for artists I believe. We have to find the way out or the way into the work in a way that we the impatient human can do it.
I am excited to be pushing the boundaries yet again.
I will show pictures of the progress as soon as I can.
Thanks for taking the time to read.