/WIP WIP Hurray!/
I have two confessions to make: I draw really badly and I’ve always done. These pieces are work in progress (WIP).
I draw as if I had two left hands, which is pretty bad if you’re right handed like me. There's an accepted assumption that artists need to be good at translating their thoughts into sketches or fully fledged Renaissance-style masterpieces. I hardly ever sketch to begin with.
We’re expected to justify the work’s existence; all the whats, whys, whens, whos, wheres and hows that belong to that late-capitalist pandemic called personal branding. I have no idea of what I’m doing most of the time and my pieces are mostly an ongoing dialogue between recently acquired techniques, stuff I see, personal taste and a fair amount of mistakes that I frame as creative accidents.
I’m closer to the visceral simplicity of punk than the technical prowess of classical music and my aim is to visually get to the misunderstood world of free jazz and experimental music.
There’s a playfulness in exploring the forms, the material, embracing the accidents that inevitably happens and lacking a formal plan that channels a lot of my experiences as a child. It’s a way of countering the inevitability of growing older.
The reason why I’m sharing these unfinished pieces is because they've made the current cut, they survived the first firing, but I don’t know whether they will survive what’s in store. Whatever it happens, they’re already the basis upon which new work will emerge, they are, as Gilles Deleuze would say, planes of immanence. So I’m grateful for their potential ephemerality in the physical world and their permanence in the virtual - which is pretty ironic, eh…
Year: 2024