Filed under: art, general, growing up, love, money | Tags: art, cowboys, documentation, introspection, meaning, monks, nostalgia, painting, stuff
Thematically, my work is the product of three basic interests: Nostalgia, introspection, and documentation. [from crude home videos and cameraphone pictures to giant oil paintings.] At this point in my life, above all, I think I want to make art that I can hang around me, that will make me happy. But there is a possibility that by taking my good memories and feelings and aestheticizing them [by reproducing them,] hanging them all around me, essentially exploiting them and putting them to work, I will strip them of their meaning. But that’s a risk I’m willing to take. And actually, it’s something I’d like to explore. Because I’m not really a fan of meaning. Part of me wants to be a cowboy or a monk or something. Someone with nothing to loose.
Filed under: art, celebrities, general, money, television | Tags: art, BBC, digital conversion, Jeopardy, NPR, tracey emin
Emin, 'The Perfect Place to Grow'
I got home from work tonight at about 330. I went to turn on the TV, but it was static because of the digital conversion. I turned on NPR. Because it is the middle of the night here, it was the BBC. It’s like 9am there or something. I turned on the radio, and there was a proper-sounding English woman interviewing a hackneyassed English woman. The first sentence contained the words “rape” and “art” so I yelled “Tracey Emin!” at my radio as if I were on Jeopardy. Well, no, if I were on Jeopardy I would have yelled, “Who is Tracey Emin?” But I yelled her name, and sure enough, it was Tracey Emin. And I thought of how I liked Tracey Emin. And I thought of how my friend Danyel likes Tracey Emin. And I thought of how much I like my friend Danyel.
And damnit I’m glad the TV is just static. I’m glad.
