Lately i am bursting with creativity, or maybe it I am just anxious due to lack of sex and nicotine… I do think it is bottled up feeling and ideas though. I really appreciate a lot of things but at the same time I have absolute no knowledge of anything, I am exposed to a lot of people and experiences but names, dates and info just pass me by. I don’t need to read ” This is the concept behind all of this” sheets we get at the galleries we attend for free drinks, neither do I need to know anything about this world, history of it or where it is going. Any art to me is purely subjective and speaks to me in a personal way, if it does, just like a horoscope you read in Metro on the tube, where you see it fit to your life. The one who is looking will find.
I am sure a lot of artists make art without deeper existential content and make things purely for the sake o it, “Well china figures of ninjas smashing looks cool, yeah lets take a picture” Don’t get me wrong, I love his work is aesthetically beautiful BUT it doesnt speak to me like a random screw in the ground.
What would happened if we would cut off ALL outside effects of the world, art shows, films, music, internet, friends, other peoples thoughts? Seclude to, in my case Finnish forrests and dig into existence, mathematics and meaning of it all. Have time off gay debauchery and drunken roof catwalks to analyze it all and boil it ALL down to something as another form of experssion. Sculpture, painting, installation, fashion, performance, dance.
Anyone who knows me knows I like attention and I like to dress up and be heard and seen, sickening, I am who I am and I express it intensely, BUT what if you remove all of those forms of self expression and concentrate it on one thing for a period of time.
Anyhow I wish I did not need food, money, sex, clothes, social events, art, music and would feel content secluded with only my self as the company.
Anyhow, this writing is pretty therapeutic, will go and have a cigarette as a substitute to sex. Above is some beautiful work that doesnt speak to me:
Japanese artist Chu Enoki’s artwork called RPM-1200, a diorama built from junk metal, old drill bits and spare machine parts polished into gleaming, shiny spires of a futuristic city.
And Here is Claire Morgan, I like her work, I would like to have it in my house but I do not have time to appreciate it on image, I need to feel it to understand it and I need to be in the mood:
What does speak to me today though is the mood and power of these songs, pure sex as I say:
Btw check out Saga Sig recent work for Dazed Digital, an editorial on jewellery!! She is so talented and so lovely!! Way to go girl!
