Can anything being produced in this era of pluralism once again shock the audience as did much of what occurred before the age of post modernism? Is there anywhere left to go artistically or have we reached the limit of artistic breakthroughs or the possibility of another venture into radical form? Innovation seems a long way off when anything and everything can be considered as art.
Every time I hear that old chestnut of a cliché that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I am left wondering.
Time and place are obvious triggers to both memory and experience – rendering light though colour at a specific moment in time to capture a moment of beauty is not a new idea but such moments are rapidly superseded. Such is the nature of light.
When I see the work of someone like a Phyllida Barlow with an installation endlessly taking over a gallery space there is a distinct feeling of amazement because what has characterised my art from the outset has been the self-enclosed limiting factor of the edge of a canvas or sculpture with a definitive outline.
I think it comes down to the society we have created where the expectation of something for nothing pervades every aspect of the retail market
Are these the natural filters we have come to accept Novelty, boredom and death? Perhaps we of the 21st century can’t see the wood for the trees and will have to wait a century or a millennium to find out what has survived and what was worth preserving but who, or what circumstance, actually render that decision, if indeed it is even rational, remains a mystery.