Ive been thinking alot lately about the future. The future of my work, my family, my friends, the people around me... basically everyone and everything. More specifically, Ive been working hard to find my place in the contemporary art world. Is there such a thing as existing in a place where you are invisible? Ha! I really dont mean to come off as existensial. I may be having a early career crisis.
Ive been working to revamp my artist statement. Its been awhile since its been updated. Its something that is constantly in need of change. My ideas have been shifting from memory to current focus. Not to say that I have completely abandoned my repressed memory theory, no, I havent. But its more like, what I remember in the present. Does that even make sense?
Im currently sitting in the main gallery at BRIC and as im looking upon the marvelous wood photo prints of Clifford Ross, I cant help but think that I need to create something for the sole purpose of making a statement.
It needs to be BIG.
It needs to be LOUD.
It needs to be something that will envelope you in an overwhelming current of raw emotion.
I am still deciding where this idea will go. When I figure it out... you'll see.