Obviously, I'm not without ideas. What I am without is time. This will shift with the end of the semester (mid-November), and I must shift everything else with it. I've actually been wishing I were a writer! I spend so much time writing and love it, but the gap between what I can say in words and what I can convey with my work is unbridgeable. In "'Evidence' Revisited" in a long-ago issue of Art in America, Carter Ratcliff wrote about the impossibility of reducing art to words. Nor can I elevate my words to art.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Getting older - feeling older - is coming to feel like time is running out for me as an artist. The distance between my daily activity (mental, emotional, physical) and my vision for myself (rooted in history, not fantasy) feels so great that bridging it seems ever harder. Every day I push back against this thinking, with occasional breakthroughs, yet it's thick. For instance, this summer I decided to sublet a studio rather than apply to residencies. Actually getting to a residency is so problem-ridden that spending time on applications (especially with little new work) seems wasteful. Better to get a space to make new sculptural and installation work, then use that to create opportunities down the line. Another idea: to build a miniature installation site I can develop in my home studio, and use the documentation to change the scale. Like a maquette, but since I work small, who knows? I do like this urge.