“The image above is called After Image. It is nearly two metres wide and standing in front of the real thing the eye is caught first by the black and then travels to the white. But as it does it carries an after image of the black in negative, ie. white. I was dealing with war at the time and this was about the long term effect on the psychs of people.
This next painting is called Little Bird and is about those displaced by war, those who become refugees….”
The above is copied from my blog, I think it is an interesting post about making art in a time of war. Also It is about how one works intuitively finding out the meaning of your work as it comes into being. There’s a fairly decent poem there too, in my opinion.
chaos order chaos order
things coming, things going, things coming
integration, dissipation, integration
the endless cycle
the making of something through chaos (painting, writing, performance, life)
how, in the making of art, there is a tipping point when chaos dispels and boring starts.
so much of art is about leaving things slightly chaotic, slightly disordered.
where else would the viewer find room to relate? room to ponder?
This was written in response to a post on The Letters Project, an artist/mother (performance primarily) who is exploring the quandary of being a mother in today’s art scene, and the fertile themes of absence and presence. A very interesting project, still in its infant stages, I suspect. Check it out.
The better part of my art is about this order/chaos cycle. Have a scroll through, or check out the work in ‘my art’, above.
The baby by the way, is still a newborn, and the most exquisite, wriggly, responsive little chap. I know, because the artist is my daughter-in-law, and I am one of the child’s many grandmothers. (He has at least four. I am known as Granny Bill and am one of the ‘step’ grannies. Not that it makes the slightest difference to us!)