Nothing like an interstate move to get you to question your art practice. I have so much stuff to move around, it makes me crazy.I wonder if I’m even going to be happy to have all this stuff in Portland. I sure hope so. Right now it just feels like a drag. I’ve thrown out so many paintings and drawings, yet there is always more, more, more that I need to move. Most of these things might have some significance for me, But they’ll probably never bee shown in public. What’s the point? It’s confusing and it’s better to not think about it too much. I dream of having an empty studio with just a chair, like Bruce Nauman did straight out of school. Just me and my brain and a comfy chair. Unfortunately for me, my brain wants to make things out of things, so it seems a bit hopeless. I just have to embrace the stuff and try to keep it from completely taking over. Our packing is reaching the point where it’s easier to keep things than it is to get rid of them. Where do you get rid of big paintings? I chucked a pile of 18×24″ paintings in a dumpster last night. Just seeking some relief from stuff. It feels sad to be adding to the world’s trash. Shouldn’t I be trying to make the world a better place? So much trash. It makes me feel awful. Oh well. I’m doing all I can.
art and the burdon of objects
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