Life and art are never separate, not even if you try to wrench them apart. It’s been a long time since I wrote in quite this way, but we are living in increasingly frightening and unsettled times. My blog is a call for preparedness, but above all for creative resistance. Finding spaces in which the mind can be free become more vital when our actual freedoms are under threat. Every act of creativity and self-care is a means of survival. Reaching out and organising is what we must do.
Visual process blog.
This blog feels like the place to be right now. I can be quiet. I can think my own thoughts more clearly. But when I think about the need for sanctuary my heart stops.
As I journey home I’m already longing to return once more to Catalonia.
Like Hansel and Gretel before me I left some breadcrumbs, but still I’m rather awestruck that I could have missed working my way back to this somewhat seminal moment in the evolution of a project called The Museum for Object Research.
With my art practice I witness. It’s all I can do.
The spirit of these works is nostalgic yet confrontational, employing a juxtaposition of painted and collaged elements as a means of articulating the unspoken. Buenos Días Dictador, forms a visual essay which tweaks at the invisibility cloak of Franco’s rule to ask a serious question; how can we live the life domestic in the face of violent rupture, exile and dictatorship?
While not wishing to indulge in trumpet blowing, I have to say that autism is of course advantageous in the making of art. No question.
I have a new piece of work. I have a new metaphor. I have a new dance with stigma. Thoughts swirl. Light on shadow, and shadow on light. I have courage and I am scared. I have privilege and choice. New work takes time to absorb. I am almost six weeks into knowing that I amContinue reading “Uncertain Weather System in Place: autism, stigma and metaphor”
Objects found today which speak…With all the forms I use as an artist I sometimes forget that the principle source of my inspiration is object work. No matter what I do it all springs from the objects around me and, of course, the ghosts of the past echoing through them. Today was anContinue reading “The psychic vibration of the object…”