One never ending task of the living artist is to juggle the uncontainable nature of art within the container that is our reality. It is a messy process, often with bits spilling on to the floor, requiring to be mopped up later.
I deliberately chose the word "juggle" over the popular "balance" because I think being balanced can sometimes be too high an expectation. While one part of me adores the white cube scenario complete with a zen hum accompanying my ordered activities, another part of me continues to throw food and paint around with abandon like a happy child. While juggling these parts, I am getting washing dried on the line, answering emails, thinking big messy thoughts, singing to myself and making appointments.....
Containing the ever-expanding world of art and ideas within my safe suburban domestic world enables me to have warm soup on a cold day as well as a new arrangement of my latest whimsical folk song. On the flat white page of my website it seems ordered and sensible but always it is a tension between the contained and the
uncontained.....................
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I deliberately chose the word "juggle" over the popular "balance" because I think being balanced can sometimes be too high an expectation. While one part of me adores the white cube scenario complete with a zen hum accompanying my ordered activities, another part of me continues to throw food and paint around with abandon like a happy child. While juggling these parts, I am getting washing dried on the line, answering emails, thinking big messy thoughts, singing to myself and making appointments.....
Containing the ever-expanding world of art and ideas within my safe suburban domestic world enables me to have warm soup on a cold day as well as a new arrangement of my latest whimsical folk song. On the flat white page of my website it seems ordered and sensible but always it is a tension between the contained and the
uncontained.....................
