Sunday, 4 September 2011
Dear All, I have a request.
Dear All. I wish to come to you and produce a work that operates between sculpture, drawing, sound, text and action, all wrapped up through and by video.
I am interested in objects as protagonists in the discourse of an unreliable narrator. This is the very scenario occupied by the sculptor, by the design-maker, an everyday scenario of interaction with veiled material that becomes something infinitely more active in synergetic moments.
I believe that the creative act is a means to something.
I believe in training but not rehearsing.
I would use the space, time and resources of Your Institution to create a place to make film. This film has its point of departure in the literary and cinematic tradition of the “lone astronaut” as a means of examining a world in which objects are also actors. It is along the frontiers that we are most engrossed in the physical.
This framework mirrors that of the residency itself. Arrive, establish, study, respond, declare.
The film will document itself, a home made steady-cam is a beautiful thing to behold.
I am interested in broken language as a means of access. Certainty is clearly a myth, but one we hold on dearly to (who is speaking? The authoritative voice! Are you certain?). All work is in progress, and we should not be shamed by the realization that nothing is ever truly done. We should certainly not pretend it is, rather we can recognize that what makes it beautiful it’s use, the light of what passed through it. There was nothing there and then after the growth and passing of idea, there was something left.
This is not to say there is nothing but a working out, a detective story, reality is rarely that neat and neither is good art. The artists is a conduit of mediation and we might note that in terms of the creative act the rules of physics (matter and energy cannot be destroyed or created) do not apply, instead we should think more of a muscle or of memory, the more you use it the more there is.
The poetry is the thing outside of language, on the other side of a language which has always wrought it’s tyranny on the rights of objects and on our ability to engage with the real.
This is tragic news indeed but the lump of broken language can, like an atom, be turned to more energized uses. There’s clearly more to Joyce than footnotes.
If you let me stay, I’d like to interact with people, encounters are objects too. Our most powerful institutions are invisible, they are simply agreements.
It isn’t performance if you mean it.
I am interested in method, a way of behaving and a philosophy of work, as opposed to an easily reduced description of intent and content.
What do our heroes look like?
Parallel discourse and adventure are the only certainties with the indescribable undercurrent.