According to WordPress the visits to my blog last year would have filled the Sydney Opera House concert hall 7 times over. Phew! That’s quite a performance so I guess this year I’ll try for an encore, by way of thanks. It’s just been a little difficult with life getting in the way of art. Ironically enough it’s art getting in the way of art, each time I look into an artist or work it takes me on a journey further, it seems, from my own. So far this year I’ve taken in 3 major exhibitions and it’s not even 2 weeks in, Gold of the Incas, Mapping the World and Yoko Ono. Once upon a time the map exhibition would have fed my drawing, I would have pulled out old maps and torn them apart, a bit like this.
The brilliant feathers in the Inca fabrics would have seem me oozing colours onto a palette and Yoko Ono would have set me to task at refining my messy abstract expressionist head.
Instead I gathered the room ephemera, stacked it on the table and looked at other artists and galleries across the world. At home Christian Boltanski and Roman Ondak are visiting but in London my investigations into the world of Rachel Whiteread and in America, Richard Serra have taken hold. Listening to John Kaldor in a recent interview, he explained why he brought Christo to wrap our shores. He was priveleged in travel to see what was happening across the world and wanted to share that knowledge with people. Now we have the privelege of the web, we can travel across the world to galleries, find artists we never knew or learnt about, find our tribe and people who share a passion for art. Hopefully I can tear myself away long enough to pick up a brush.
In any case hopefully someone in that concert hall out there will learn of another artist and spread the word.