2013 seems to be hurtling forward at an impressive speed, much in the same way I would hurtle towards a cabinet of ceramics with the promise of destruction... which is not to say I dislike ceramics, I'm simply fond of breaking things, preferably not my own.
I've been throwing myself with the same fervour towards my studio this week. In an effort to produce work at startling rates I have promised myself only to make art that makes me laugh. There are a few problems with this strategy: just because it makes me laugh, it doesn't mean anyone else will and evidently I have a somewhat depressive sense of humour - it's a fine line between laughing manically and sobbing uncontrollably.
In saying that I would like everyone to meet Bread Baby - a working title for a series of work centered around me swaddling a loaf of bread. Hilarious no?
here are some work in progress shots.
Since the hilarity of birthing a bread child was not enough to sustain my fickle attention span, I also introduced a strategic cat-in-pocket composition.
These little exercises are my tentative steps into the realms of the absurd. I'm yet to resolve these little guys but hopefully with time (not that I have much) I'll be able to create work that is both truly odd/strange/amiss and somewhat familiar.