Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Artist's Statements

Began on March 28, 2011.

The following are the numerous versions of the artist’s statement that I wrote for my concentration(more on that in The Third One) It is an accurate portrayal of my thinking process which can be very frustrating if little progress is made. With the theme of stories and the numerous ways I could interpret that theme, I eventually came upon the last statement that encapsulated the ideals the theme represented as well as being as mysterious as the works themselves. Eventually I will try to explain the works as a whole but maybe when I become more confident in trying.  

In AP Art History, when I learned that Salvador Dali, the world-famous surrealist, had a wife, it gave me hope for the future. That’s a story.

Stories. An exploration of the human psyche.

Stories. Originally began as a more instructional development of the steps needed to tell a story, with each work being a separate element. An example of one work being the beginning, the next the rising conflict, leading to the climax, and so on. The idea dropped inconspicuously, replaced by a simple need to display ideas. By an understanding of how unusual my ideas seemed, I’ve struggled for the past few months doing so.

Stories. As the name itself shows, it is an unorthodox exploration of the concept of the story. Works focus on making things happen.

Stories. I’m having trouble with it.

Stories.  The topic is personal.

Stories. Begun as a major opportunity to unveil my unorthodox ideas for the first time after keeping them hidden, it’s become a personal and almost therapeutic exercise for life and for the future development of stories. The exhibit doesn’t display the order in which they were created in. Though the original concept of the stories has a dark and disturbing nature, it was a challenge to universalize those ideas for the viewable public, mirroring my own challenges with talking with others in a different world.

Stories. Still having trouble.

Stories. Originally was going to be a chronicle of lost ideas to be displayed for the first time-began as a single story telling the journey of a psychotic man who wanted to experience some kind of emotion by going to the park and shooting a duck. However, against the wishes of the class, I decided to sound like a douchebag who rejected his friends’ ideas. Whoo.

Stories. Can give headaches.

Stories. Pressure.

Stories. Giving importance to the seemingly unnecessary elements presented in a story-Showing only the most essential details that push a story forward-elements is an overused word-I’m tearing up right now and I don’t know why.

Stories. Can cause emotional imbalance.

Stories. Can continue tomorrow.

Stories. An opportunity to reveal an uncertain truth, only for those curious enough to listen(or in this case, see.)  A collection of works that I can’t help but call strange only since they are.  Pretty damn strange. Much like it may be strange to swear upon realizing you’re no longer 5, it is strange to have made these works with the intent of being a public therapy session, but ultimately that’s what each of them are. Therapy is a long winded session of story-telling with the therapist making each connection(listening intently).

Stories. A pretentious explanation that is simpler than it appears to be. 

Stories. A wish that the artist will stop insulting his own works and get to the goddamn point.

Stories. A commercial break.

Stories. A mythical trip through an ancient time.

Stories. Making the connection can be as frustrating as the work itself, daring yourself to prove you are not ignorant to the obvious.(The obvious can be anything) The purpose of these stories is to allow the mind to unwind itself for the first damn time, giving the okay to make as many interpretations to the work and not questioning either idea as all of them are as relevant as the other.

Stories. Whether it is just a letter, a note, or a page, the journey through a story always requires direct attention and no preconceived knowledge. A story can amuse, surprise, or confuse.

Stories: A Concentration

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