Today I started recycling old work to build new stretchers. Some of it goes back to the 90′s. I’m painting smaller these days and no more mixed media – good old Golden acrylic on canvas is enough. That old work was a wild ride ( thanks in part to an undying crush on Robert Rauschenberg ). I managed to salvage a second-hand yellow prom dress along with some old toy plates that had been glued on top of dry mud.
This is a couple of years old but I am re-reading The Radicant and came across this:
“If it is clear that there is more to being contemporary than using machines, the vocabulary of advertising, or binary language, let us also admit that the act of painting does not have the same meaning today that it had in the period when that artistic discipline fit the work world like a cog in a clockwork mechanism. That does not prevent painting from continuing to exist; to deny it, however, is to render painting null and void.” (Bourriaud, The Radicant, p.163)
Either/Or
1. There is some kind of synthesis that can eventually be reached. I imagine this as a controlled, economic kind of painting.
2. It remains a mish-mash which alternates between too much gaud and careful, quiet (white) camouflage. I imagine this as a wild, aggressive thing.
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