So I'm sitting in front of my computer, working on a new piece which I'll blog about later, and I'm hit by a sudden question. Is this art? I suppose I'm thinking about it because my mother is off to her exhibition for the day. It's a lovely little display of local artists. There are painters and sculptors and felt makers. (I think the felt makers are the best but of course I'm biased) But all of these talented folks have a tangible "something" that they work on. They slave, and toil and pour their love into a project and at the end of it there is a "thing" that they can proudly show off.
I do the same. I slave. I toil. And at the end of it, where is my "something" It is hidden in the bowls of my giant, dusty computer. Does this make what I do any less like, art? I'd like to think not. I'd like to think that the work I create is just as credible as other peoples. Yet still there seems to be this separation, and reluctantly I admit it is in my mind too.
I know, despite pretending otherwise, that if I were in the studio surrounded by the discarded carcases of paint tubes. Sexily dishevelled with a canvas the focal point of my creative outpourings I'd feel like a "proper artist". But I'll admit its something of an anti-climax when you finish a project and just hit print.
I know I'm committing about at hundred faux pas by even admitting such a thing. My friends would look at me in horror at voicing the dirty little secret we all feel. And try as I might I can't think of a nice little sunny conclusion to put a bow on it. I love my medium. I have searched for years to find a method that would produce the type of results I was dreaming off. And when I look at the work produced by the likes of Marta Dahlig I positively swoon! (Understanding completely the sentiment of Simon de Pury when he said he got his first erection to a Renoir, how bohemian is that?!) But still I'd love to have something I had touched, handled, sculpted out of my own two hands and brought into being. Who knows, maybe I just need a better printer. What do you think?






