Looks like the old me is back. Reading my post from earlier, it is like looking back a decade into cynical reality. I guess the grief is setting in.
One of the great things this project has done for me is enabled me to network. I am not a social creature as a rule, but promoting my stuff, when I can be bothered, has meant joining a lot of interest groups as this is cheaper than merely advertising, which is not cost-effective as a rule.
Today I have been entertaining some artists with reasons for my work. We often ask each other what our work is about, which is good practise as artists all tend to be scruffy, disinterested, and socially isolated unless we are tremendously successful. We all tend to make the same social mistakes until we are happy with our technical ability, which is, paradoxically, never good enough anyway. Being forced by circumstances and the ongoing thought that went into the Wolfe project into creating Ina is the only reason I have shown anything to anybody.
My own work has been complicated by the fact that I do not lust after a sufficient number or variety of men. Given that that is the only reason I am ever compelled to do anything, I really should have spent more time earlier in life just finding men to perve at. I was more interested in work, and had a steady supply of them, so I guess in artistic terms I have been rather lazy.
Anyway, just to make you laugh a bit, here are some very simplistic meanings behind my work.
This is what extremely angry sex with me looks like.
This is what it looks like when I decide that I can’t do anything about my inappropriate feelings and need a few weeks to try and surmount it (pun intended) There was a series of four of these for Wolfe, three of which I liked, one I really don’t is Lucky Heart, because it is about futility and the random nature of sexuality.
A word gag about the Ormus range of products, popular in the USA and parts of Europe, which are mysterious in nature. Elements such as gold are very popular with people interested in advanced mysticism, but there is no reason why poisonous elements should not have ormus properties. It was also a good excuse to send Wolfe flowers.
This is a very old piece of work, made for a grumpy history professor I adored at university, who had one of the most punk chainsaw brains I have ever come across. I do love a bit of mental violence. It is about the difficulties of retaining your concentration on academic pursuits when you are fertile and female.
This is for Boris, who has a public persona, and a private one called Al. I am rather touched by Boris. He is the best of a very bad bunch, both privately and publicly and deserves better. The UK would benefit from encouraging and listening to him.
This is the only other piece in the Boris collection that is directly for Boris. It is about the nature of a political career, hence the title. It is rather glamorous and bold, which I think is appropriate for Boris rather than Al.
Rebekah Brooks is fit for work
The other pieces in the Boris series are about the nature of success and the lack of fit with actual talent. Simply declaring oneself fit for a task does not make it so, and most of these pieces either involve scandal of some sort, or just having so much money that nobody is ever going to force you to starve to death, as is happening to several sectors of society whilst wages are lowered via immigration. This will be a lengthy and very expensive series. Rebekah is sitting in my kitchen, where she actually looks fabulous. I expected these pieces to be loud and garish in place, but as it turns out they are conversation pieces. Experimenting with textiles, stone, beads and resin has been expensive, but tremendous fun.
I am not sure why Boris is getting so many rock pools, but evidently I find him more erotic than I expected. It is very much a sub-plot in my grand epic and entirely fictitious romance with Wolfe, however, so I am not sure how this imaginary love triangle is going to develop in the medium term.
I will do a page for each piece eventually, but hopefully that goes some way to explaining how my creative brain works.
Much affection,
Ina