I finally saw Doris Salcedo's ripp in the tissues of the Art Megamarket. Not to criticize the institution, I love it. Nevertheless this massive structure is a convenient one-stop shop for all who seek 'cultural virtue' as an addition to their curriculum vita of city-visit activities…
Of course it is a fantastic reference point.
Maybe it's time that I get back to reporting about my work not just my late night musings. Wdnesday morning I will meet with my vocalist conspirator to continue work on sound for 'Khoreia'.
I also should fast get over my inhibitions when it comes to giving my works titles.
(I have actually started to collect titles whenever one comes my way, to be better prepared.. It is a strange way to go about it, and unexpectedly it also started giving me ideas for projects, as well as help to solve my 'title blanks'…)
…interlocutor is such a hard word to let roll off one's tongue…
This evening I saw a wonderfully inspiring Butoh (japanese dance) performance, at the Unity Theatre in Liverpool and remembered past lessons learnt.. forgotten and re-learnt: It is better to leave in silence than to ask questions that I don't require an answer for..
And while I am on the subject of silence: I had almost forgotten how important silence is to my work. I had started to construct busy patterns, when it is the silence that gives the sound it's worth…
London tomorrow.
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:
www.myspace.com/birgitdeubner
www.axisweb.org/artist/birgitdeubner
Well, after a long and painful session of hours spent procrastinating, hours spent worrying that any application I will be able to do in such a short time, just won't be enough.. well I finally finished my application for Art Sway, and I don't think it will be enough, but it is a way to introduce myself. One has to start somewhere. So here is my first prod at Art Sway, New Forest bound.. Just wait and see… another 12 months or 18 and I will be an irresistible morsel that will make all their mouths water with delighted anticipation…
(Of course it could also just be that I am slightly delirious from having written through the night and probably should stop right now and make use of that I am awake so early, a rare occurrence, not through laziness mind you, quite the opposite, late night catching of the Muse… you must know that the Muse is most easily caught in the small hours of the night, then there are negotiations to hold before she will submit her charms and leave us with some inspiration. She is getting moody these days, perhaps the long working hours no longer suit her.)
