rolling my dung…
Perhaps an unusual title but…
The dungbeetle collects dung to live of, to place its offspring in. It may be correct to say that I art is my dung. I am not literally planning to place infants into art works, that would be a bit over the top, but some of my projects feel like births of sorts, the 'maturing time' like some sort of incubation period.. And not only do I enjoy rolling it (dung/art) around the place, but it is very helpful and social of me when I burry it around the field… Fertile and nourishing stuff.
Perhaps this is the point at which you should 'Wikipedia': dungbeetles and I should quit being cryptic.
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This week will see me back in London, an interview at Goldsmiths at which I hope to not make such a fool of myself as I sometimes do.. And then finally a wholehearted gallery expedition. Of course the Tate, I have to go to the Tate. But then it's time to uncover the more hidden gems of London art.
Which brings me to a question that is niggling me: I think the massive art institutions are of course great in that they make art visible to the uninitiated, but they also distort what art is, it's function, it's soul especially. I think so.
The presence of these institutes of prestige have my mind and heart in a muddle over what kind of artist I am and want to be. I have to actively question myself: is my aim the Tate Gallery floor, the Serpentine, Hayward and Baltic or is my aim to be free in my practice and find it's meaning? I am torn between the glitz and the core and I know the glitz and core can be present in one place but often they are not. I can't aim for the glitz if I am seeking the core.. can I?
don't forget:
