Ok I’ll admit it, there is a bit of a Goldilocks Vibe going on here. But that isn’t totally out of whack with the thinking… maybe.
But this isn’t yet nasty enough for me to like what is going on.
At the moment we have odd chairs, stitching, fabric scraps. Its getting somewhere, but not quite as I want. Yet.
I’m not sure if the streaks of stitches are too abstract. I know what they are, but does anyone else?
Do I care?
well… sort of… because I hate that whole the-artist-has-to-explain-it-before-you-can-possibly-understand-it thing. That is elitist and leaves no room for the viewer. I like to leave room for the viewer. I like the stories I get told… they weave themselves in too.
Is the fact that these are recognisable, familiar, but slightly peculiar chairs with stitches on enough?
Where am I going to get the nasty from? Maybe the song. The song is coming along…
I have the mantra “Avoid Tautology” in my head again… I must remember to keep my touch light…
I do have another oddly shaped chair at home … four… that would take Goldilocks out of the picture… or maybe let her stay?