back
worried i’m becoming a minimalist
in that I’ve defo been feeling the burden of my ownership of certain things
maybe it’s because I’m having to pack up and return ‘home’
that i noticed how much shit i’ve accumulated
urge to throw out has been unavoidable recently
as soon as i could when i went home for only a day i started throwing out old art
making space
i want to facilitate through work not create end points ()
i guess it’s more:
looking for an exit from a super accumulation
“Art work has only a tintering of what it attempts to represent to the artist and to responsive observers. It is not beneficial, nothing is gained from it, and it does not tell the truth. It is enjoyed or not according to the condition of the observer. A very small gesture of exultation.”
agnes martin’s writings ==v strong
enticed that she built a couple of houses herself? a gay icon/“queen of acrylic”
i want to build a house(s)
or a least functional things, like tables
tables for accumulation
and living
and working
her houses seemed kinda reflective of the work she made in them
ADOBE SLABS ie a fundamental, grid is fundamental
line line line horizontal
anything structural i make has to be rlly fucking strong
vicken parsons, martin, marten
i still like painting, but i don’t think i will paint
infinitesimal
accumulation
keen on digital practice/studio still
i don’t like keeping it so insular
working seems purely to be for having it seen
even working solely on a computer (laptop even, more enclosed)
was all done with “this will be seen(eventually)” in the back of my mind
something feels so primal
vital, about having built a structure you make work inside
live inside?
looked at Creek something college, manual
labour and self governing and
education
are their tenants (three pillars) and I will take them up as
mine too,
i think.
modular, mobilised,
slippy
structure containing a process, a
circuit a
living (it’s a living :>)
pure maths works as a starting
point
good index of a minded ‘perfection’? i don’t think i want perfection
perfection is as impossible as control (they are linked)
infinitesimal error has bugged me for a long time
like the idea any measurement is inaccurate
that i can’t trust
ha talking like some neo-geo artbro, i
won’t be making neo-geo paintings, don’t you worry
no perfection no
control
performance (is about control?)
maybe, i don’t know (I’m glad i don’t know things)
parameters are set but in performance you
can’t ever properly control anything
anything involving my body immediately brings
to mind hearts and heart beats and bpm and the
fear i might die
which i guess is natural
the natural is to be dismantled
natural functions
(what occurs innately)
(the annoying straight dudes sat across me left the train,
thanks)
no i don’t want to be making work about heart anxiety or
my mother (am i doing that now? i hope not)
feels exploitative and especially when i haven’t even
grieved
i don’t want to make work grief
i still maintain i like being alive
(silly silly)