Failed Artist StatementsI tried, I really did, but still no one has any idea what I'm talking about.
Artist Statement 0 - Basic Math Part 1
Artist Statement 0 - Basic Math Part 2
Artist Statment 1/2 - Dear You
Artist Statement 1
Artist Statement 2 - Third Person Biography/About the Artist
Artist Statement 3 - I Use Humour and Plywood to Preach Nihilism.
Artist Statement 4 - How to Stay Young and Beautiful Forever
Artist Statement: I strive to make art that “un-inspires” people. While a vocal minority invest time and effort into sharing a dynamic way of seeing “elements” of existence, I want to guide viewers away from wonder, and closer to a cold, isolated banality that has seeped into everything. With the tweezers of truth, I will remove each and every shimmering snow flake from the snow-globe of life. Even as artists shake the world, no beauty will be extracted. Those flakes aren’t even real snow. I believe in the infallibility of structures. Objects inherently have labels, and so do people, and there is nothing to discover or combine or make metaphors about beyond these basic principles. I prefer my art to remain unseen and forgotten. But if the circumstance of my work ever exhibiting arises, (by accident of course) I prefer that people approach the work with a degree of passivity that is visibly painful—because the mundane suffering of people is my work. I want people to feign interest as an awkward social performance, and then grow so bored that after mere seconds they meander away for more wine and cheese. My art is less about using creativity to impact a landscape or paradigm, and more about trying to fit in and network—I call it ”anti- social-practice.” By doing so, I undermine the significance of identity while still supporting the consumer economy, which is very responsible. In this fashion, my work transcends any particular medium—except it doesn’t really, because nothing is transcendental, especially not the human spirit. This is not reverse psychology. By making objects/experiences “wash over” an indifferent audience, I cultivate a meaninglessness and disconnection that motivates my peers to roll their eyes, succumb to anxiety, and perhaps, just maybe, somewhere down the line, lose their imaginations. And when they do, I will be there, ready to harvest their life-force with my future- machines so that I can stay young and beautiful forever.
Artist Statement 5 - Coping with Ugliness
Artist Statement 6 - Post-Modern, Post-Inspiration
Artist Statement 7 - I Am A Tortured, Unknown Genius
Artist Statement 8 - I Am A Monster
Artist Statement 9 - Thesis Proposal: I Surrender
- But it’s true, though: in my lucid dreams, I often take the liberty of destroying whatever happens to be around. I set people on fire and hammer nails into myself. I have slammed the faces of orphaned children into the ground, I have defecated on the summer dresses of my class mates. I swim through monumental kaleidoscopes of alien flesh, I writhe in the agony of being. I build entire cities with my mind, I’ve watched the arches carve themselves out of light. I have moved entire mountains with the motions of my hands. I have been torn into literal pieces by monsters, and floated freely with my arms before me though the glowing tunnels of space. I’ve spent eternities waking up, only to find that I am still dreaming. The supposed logic of my experiences would suggest to me that I have yet to awaken. And for a few moments, I become part of my own reality, and the life force is like an explosion and I dive into my bed and slam my head against the pillow, though I imagine I am before an audience of confused people, and that I am in the midst of becoming so deliberately free and self-actualized that the relative stability of my waking life disintegrates. Every moment of social interaction is an opportunity to break away from the world, to allow myself into insanity and what I’ve imagined to be an internal liberation—yet there is no catharsis.
(Not to mention, I have an awful canker sore in the back of my mouth, and I’ve had a migraine for several days—I think those two things could be responsible for all of my thoughts. It could just as easily be that by sleeping an hour more I could relieve myself of all mental stress. I’ve misplaced another to do list.) And now, here are two Kafka quotes. “By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.” “I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.” — …so logically, after trying to set aside all of those things in order to share with the common, grounded reality, I don’t know what I’m doing. I have to make art that mocks my inner self worship. By sharing the self, I change the self—I surrender.