When I made the process book for my found object series, I was set on its topic: dehumanization. I began work on the pieces, but it was near impossible--I was going through what probably was my most intense artistic rut. I was questioning my path, my art, my career choice, etc, but I
had to at the very least redeem myself after the Failure that was my last project's. Caps, even.
I needed inspiration to work. I searched tonnes of illustration/graphic design websites, magazines, editorials; I even went to a few gallery spaces during Art Basel week. Nothing.
I had a conversation with a good friend friend about these pieces. I kept interrogating my poor buddy, "Do you think Ms. ______ will like this?", "Is this a cop out?", "Is this college-review worthy?" Yeah? No?
She gave me the wake-up call I needed. Work for you, she said. Not for Ms. ______, not for colleges, not for competition. For you.
A completely new concept to me! I was so wired into producing work that would please my teacher, my GPA, my college reviewers. To think that I could work for myself! I swear to you, LJ, this was unfathomable to me < two weeks ago.
At the same time, I was dreaming up peculiar phrases/subjects. I woke up with sentence upon sentence, concept upon concept ingrained in my skull. My subconscious was warning me: don't date triangles from the convenience store. My left incisor fell out. I survived a tidal wave (quite literally) of ~256 pool goers cannonballing at the same time, but my friends were not so lucky.
I wrote these down, directly on my 7 x 7 pieces. "Dehumanization" evolved into the visual reproduction of my subconscious and its degeneration.
There is a suited man pulling on a bird femur. I cannot translate my subconscious's messages if only through guttural noises.
He is replaced by a vellum silhouette. The red string becomes dotted. My struggle withers.
He disappears and is replaced by a red, stringed noose. The bone, dragged along in the previous two pieces, utters the words.( This is the most personal piece I have ever made.Collapse )( I made a pretty mess, too.Collapse )( BONUS! Abnormal strawberry goodness!Collapse )
Fuck, it feels fantastic
to be finished.
Current Mood: accomplished
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