Still reaching for the moment with the current series palette. Moved into a dream sequence last night and everything had a place and took a space. Voices and images worked through in my mind always have weight when finished, though I may not see in till days, months after completion and listening to comments. For now I have an in house debate on the most recent finish. I'm happy with pushing the envelope, but another calls to keeping int simple to make a statement. Playing it safe is not where I want to be and granted I'm not displaying urinals and bicycle parts as art. Maybe one day I will just to make a point, envelope in hand. Number 3 on board will commence this week. And I and trying to to push myself to hard on this run and hurry through it. Meanwhile making design disasters and conservation horrors. For instance the fears as well: I have a yellow swallowtail languishing away in a jar. I want to preserve it and use it without doing much damage. I have no guidelines and am winging it (bad pun). If it disintegrates, I'll feel loss, anger and disappointment. Should I succeed, this may be one of the landmark series for my development.
Hmm. Now only If I could see my way into the oil painting box. Being mixed media I may not be taken seriously. And who are the connoisseurs of that wealth anyway? Teachers? I walk a line with collage and assemblage. I've been here since 1996. Production runs. It ebbs. It flows. It deters form convention. I feel the need for a statement, guideline, working principle. Am I looking for the word "manifesto"? I might be. Though what I remember of WWII artist is post-DADA and that is a wealth of photomontage. Something regarding abstraction of form and found objects. I'm still a swell in exoticism and art. All apart of Gaugain and Picasso's age of primitivism. I'll wait till I can wrap my head around the issues, connecting them. Meanwhile, on with the paste ups and glue downs. On with objectification and anthropomorphizing the inanimate. On with my art.