Friday, July 17, 2009

I looked at lots of art today

Not much of it was terribly inspiring.

I'm confused again. I was over it for a few days, but I feel a little bit of confusion returning.

5 comments:

Charlie said...

I guess disappointment is predicated on some sort of expectation - why were you disappointed? what were you expecting?

wortwut said...

I felt like Don Draper (Madmen): "I don't feel anything".

There was just so much of it ...

Perhaps I felt cheapened by what I perceived to be a lack of substance ... I'm probably projecting my own anxieties onto other peoples' work. That's what I normally do.

I liked Nick Mangan's show at the Art Gallery of NSW, but.

wortwut said...

I think it was all about me.

I was looking for answers, and I didn't find them.

Probably if I did find them, I'd feel anxious that someone else had found *my* answer.

Stupid brain.

I still have a long way to go, you see.

Charlie Sofo said...

Yeah, I like Nick's work too.

Hmm, I don't think you're projecting, I can understand your anxieties. When someone appears to be making the discoveries you've been pursuing - that can be a bit scary.

Personally, I try to identify whether other artists share my aspirations. Of course they don't, but there is always cross-over.

I think its hilarious when I discover someone else who appears to be having the same ideas I'm having - and we've been independently pursuing them without knowledge of each other.

In which case, I feel it's not about reaching an answer, but just sharing an interest or desire. And that's a good thing.

wortwut said...

Yeah - I'm familiar with that phenomenon too.

I think I'm just trying to work out what my aspirations are, or what I'm trying to achieve might be.

/art angst