The ‘Diary of a Constipated Artist’ is an attempt to share the trials and tribulations of a practicing artist who is going through an identity crisis. Am I a painter, sculptor, illustrator, designer, video artist, writer, researcher or could I become a performance artist? I have in recent years accomplished all these things to a greater or lesser degree, whether one defines success based on a financial reward or simply taking part in a group workshop or unpaid residency, I suppose it depends on one’s outlook.
During a conversation, where I was conveying my frustration at being ‘stuck’ in my practice, basically not wanting to bring any more junk into an already over populated art world. And, that I was thinking of starting a Blog called the ‘Stuck Artist’, my good friend James Norman [MD retired, practising artist by inclination] suggested that I call the blog ‘the constipated artist’, so, with that in mind here I am.
One of the things that have always bugged me about ‘Blogs’ is the number of times I have visited a potentially interesting site only to find that they have not been updated for years. Hopefully, that won’t happen here!
Described as ‘an exhibition that will enquire into the transient nature of the human mind and its relation to mental health. Shifting from the subliminal, chaotic and often disruptive experiences, towards a recognition of mental states. Expressed through short film and moving image’. It was both entertaining, informative and inspiring, an interesting night well put together by ‘Scarlett’ and worth the trip into town.
At the event, there was an excellent public performance by Vérène Wolff of her work ‘Stepping Out’.
The short films were: Fani Golemi – ‘Drifting’; Georgina Colman – ‘Turmoil’; David Rock – ‘:-)’; Larrie Wong – ‘Hapiness’ and Shannon Smyth & Harry Binstead – ‘Daily Cycle’.