RE: An Artist's Poor Sadness
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hope that my creation will not be lost upon the shores of their Friday afternoon
Private views, I had to stop going to them, an opportunity for a party (paid for by the artist who isn't getting paid), liggers spilling out on to the pavement, noise rising, neighbours flicking their curtains and tutting. Better to go first thing in the morning, maybe the artist is there, looking hollowed eyed, but most have not had their first coffee and leave you alone to absorb. Sometimes I want to buy, but it clashes with my minimalism, my desire not to own and carry and curate and store, wondering about the effects of light, humidity, small insects. And selfishly, I want only my things about me, not the accretions of a million artists. Can we pay in HBD? Can we contribute to the commonwealth, the milieu where art is made? Can we pay the artist?
It cannot be purchased, it is an act of conciously creating ephemera, with an option for payment. Not a physical object, but a representation of a concept being presented as (future) loss. The closest I've ever come to Roland Barthes beautiful work, Camera Lucida, through my own work.
Yet by achieving that experience of, like Icarus, flying so close it, I feel the melting start. :)
So through experiencing the loss, I gain fuel for the next piece.
Do people think about the fact thay when they see a concert they're paying for the memories of thay moment to be put in their head? Im not sure, but that's how I'll approach experiences going forward. :)