Albert Camus the author philosopher was not the only one to consider that not only is life meaningless but that art is humanity’s ceaseless attempt to impose order to counter the alienation experienced in confronting a chaotic world.
Part of any gallery ritual is the explanation provided. The necessity to explain in objective terms is all-pervasive and often becomes the be-all and end-all of looking at a work of art.
I guess in the end it comes down to just which selfie is going to be important enough to be remembered, collected, bought and sold. The odds would bear comparison with buying the winning lottery ticket and the prospect of shared hope such a win engenders. Perhaps that is the message of contemporary art. Rather than shared belief it is the shared hope of discovery that drives the creative process.
Recently I installed two tall wooden sculptures outside a gallery against a backdrop of endless rows of grape vines. They were there for the duration of an exhibition - a matter of six weeks. They didn’t survive. Oriented east-west to emulate the ancient stone...
ou are the artist, the creator, and it is your own ego that is being satisfied. It is rewarding if others understand your aim but it is never your duty to explain it…