Monday, March 21, 2011
Phoning it in
Yet, all of this doesn't explain why I would choose this photo to share.
I am reminded of a second-semester session with my primary adviser in grad school. I had just finished a group of smaller sculpture, some that I have shared here, that now in hindsight, were merely formal exercises, despite the narrative implicit in their materials. Perhaps I was just lazy and irresponsible, for when he asked me to explain the "about," I replied, "They're just beautiful. Fucking beautiful." At the time, that was all I was prepared to share, not certain that even he was interested in the fact that the found materials commented on the manufacturing process from whence they came or the societal aspects of their intended usage as end products. Still, my response did little to stimulate further discussion during the hour slotted. And it may not come as a surprise that by the end of that first year, he and the full committee of three overseers suggested that my experimentation without an accompanying discourse indicated that I might be ready to consider removing myself from the program for a while.
Well, that didn't happen. Instead, I quit my full time job in security and took a part-time job in a bookstore. (Kid in a candy store, let me tell you.) I often slept in my studio at school, dropped a couple stones on a dry bagel diet, and fought back with a prodigious body of work that was so rich in a self-contained narrative that it required little explanation. It was accordingly received.
That said, I like the photo.
Posted by bastinptc at 7:49 AM