NASA 17 : NASA as a Focus of Terror
Give me a few days and I will have this painting finished. I have been hobbling around on a sprained ankle for the last week, so it’s been a bit hard to stand on my leg for too long, without a bit of pain. NASA 17 was started before I went to NZ, and so I need to get my mind back into the work – in fact the whole series needs to be sped up and finished – with some sort of showing at the end – HA!
This week is the opening of the Sunshine Coast Art Prize at Caloundra – which always leaves me in two minds. In fact I am in two minds about art all the time – it’s sort of like the moth that is attracted to the candle flame. I could never find myself not attracted, but I have so many reservations about the way art lands on the ground and who lies on the ground with it.
Art, really has become about career pursuits, and being seen – I suppose, it has always had this element, but for me, like some disillusioned 60’s hippy (which I am not), I feel that some core elements seem to have been obscured and misplaced, by some other money / fame thingo. I remember that 60’s phrase that still lingered in the seventies (when I grew into art) – it was about meaning and relevance - “Does it have something to say? or “Does she or he have something to say” – this meant more than any superfluous connection to money - although fame was still a big factor.
Artist’s are saying things today – but I don’t believe the voices are always true. The writers, critics, curators and the crowd with their foot in the door, seem to speak in forked tongue – ‘in forked tongue’ not with forked tongue – it’s a language that one adopts to further ones career and fit in with a crowd that focuses in a trendy way on being cool, that ultimate death of the conscience.
But maybe, in saying all of this, the loss of innocence and re-negotiation of ones ideals into a workable state is typical for all people of all ages as they approach a certain age – but somehow I don’t believe this to be the whole story and would possibly make a convenient excuse to embrace apathy or sellout by imbibing a formulaic approach to art.